the wake-up time

Now that I am already up, Pop doesn't kick on his music at seven sharp. Well, I think there should be no problem with my using his computer without the headphones. Seven o'clock is the wake-up time. That's right cats, go ahead and wail! This is the time to be up, right?

more rain

We did get some more rain overnight. Not much. But since we were already muddy and icky, it locks us into this weather system, and keeps the cats penned up. I kind of like it myself, nice and cozy and secure.

Sylvia

Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

-- Sylvia Plath Journals, 1950

The problem is that life and love perhaps should not be taken that seriously, and sometimes it may be better to lose yourself in the passion, to make love without being forever in love. At least it is tempting to think that it might have been better for Sylvia if she had not been so rigid and austere and idealistic, especially since she was obviously an intensely passionate girl. Though, again, one has to remember that this is the time before 'the pill' and the sexual revolution, which made it harder to break with idealized social conventions in favor of embracing one's carnal nature.

weeds

*chuckling* A few of those weeds out back look like bushes.

my next DVD series

Enjoying a "Sopranos" episode, and thinking about how I am really enjoying "The Shield", I think my expectations are rising when it comes to these shows. For instance, I was set on getting the second season of "Cheers" for my next DVD series, but now I don't know. I think I may have to let the sit-com go.

That means I will probably get the second season of "Chuck" next, since I am on my last disk of season one. Chuck does not thrill me as much as "The Shield", but I am more interested in pursuing that storyline than in spending more time with the gang at Cheers.

the window in the big room

Sammy was scratching at the window in the big room. I immediately called him off, not wanting that habit to take root in his destructive feline soul. But it occurred to me that I have kept the windows shut all day, as it has never warmed up. So, since it is not terribly cold, I have opened the window along with a few others, letting the cats take in the smells and some of the touch of the fresh air.

Literature

“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.”

-- Vladimir Nabokov

I like to think that my book-blogging is an example of such savoring, giving oneself the luxury of admiring each of the great details in a masterpiece. Alas, life does not last long enough for one to really be able to get into it as much as one would like, but I do not have anything better to do with the rest of my life.