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The cats are out. There is supposed to be another good chance for rain tomorrow evening, but the sky is a beautiful blue, and although the ground is muddier than I want, I got to let them run. Be careful, my loves! Watch out for the mean dogs and the feral cats!"
Oct. 17th, 2013
Up and Running
Oct. 17th, 2013 01:21 pm“We fought the good fight. We just didn’t win.”
-- House Speaker John Boehner
The Republicans may have been bluffing after all, thinking that they could get Obama to cower and jump to their commands. The government is back to business as usual and the regular old gridlock.
-- House Speaker John Boehner
The Republicans may have been bluffing after all, thinking that they could get Obama to cower and jump to their commands. The government is back to business as usual and the regular old gridlock.
The Three Journal and the 90s
Oct. 17th, 2013 05:55 pmWorking on the Three Journal, I am ready to add some 1991 entries, and I think about how relatively rich are the entries from 2003 onward and what a wasteland is all of the nineties. I think a big part of it is that there was no Internet and convenient word-processing. One could not simply cut and paste from all of the great news websites around the world and then add a witty or insightful comment. Funny, though, I actually clipped and taped (or stapled) a lot of articles from what newspapers I had, but I trashed my collection a long time ago, before the 90s were even over. Too, too bad. I would have been able to salvage some quotes from those articles and enrich those 1990s entries a little.
This has me thinking, though. Maybe there is a way I can fill that in a little. There is bound to be a source that will give me a lot of that old news. One problem, of course, is that the 1990s are part of the pre-Internet era, and there might not be any convenient online sources for this. Might it be worthwhile to check out the archival resources of the library? In truth, I don’t really want to spend a lot of time on this. It just would be nice to capture some more news of the day for that lost decade of mine. But I really do have enough on my plate as it is without expanding projects.
The worst part of that void of the 90s, the howling part of that void, is that there are no friendly voices to retrieve. And nothing can be done about that. That time has passed and all opportunities disappeared with it. It is not like I could have done anything about it, even if I had it to do again.
Nevertheless, the reason I am still trudging through those years in my Old Journal is the happy thought that I may surprise myself with a number of gems in all that rough. I remember thinking at the time that I was producing some true literary gold. I fancied that my journal might even save me, and that is also why I ended up giving it to Dr. G., that it might be realized at last that a great genius was wasting away in the working-class neighborhoods of S. A.. In short, I was a fool, but I am still holding out some hope that I was not completely crazy. Although literary immortality will not be culled from these yellowing pages, I am hoping that I will find more than a few entries that will raise my smile or mist my eyes.
This has me thinking, though. Maybe there is a way I can fill that in a little. There is bound to be a source that will give me a lot of that old news. One problem, of course, is that the 1990s are part of the pre-Internet era, and there might not be any convenient online sources for this. Might it be worthwhile to check out the archival resources of the library? In truth, I don’t really want to spend a lot of time on this. It just would be nice to capture some more news of the day for that lost decade of mine. But I really do have enough on my plate as it is without expanding projects.
The worst part of that void of the 90s, the howling part of that void, is that there are no friendly voices to retrieve. And nothing can be done about that. That time has passed and all opportunities disappeared with it. It is not like I could have done anything about it, even if I had it to do again.
Nevertheless, the reason I am still trudging through those years in my Old Journal is the happy thought that I may surprise myself with a number of gems in all that rough. I remember thinking at the time that I was producing some true literary gold. I fancied that my journal might even save me, and that is also why I ended up giving it to Dr. G., that it might be realized at last that a great genius was wasting away in the working-class neighborhoods of S. A.. In short, I was a fool, but I am still holding out some hope that I was not completely crazy. Although literary immortality will not be culled from these yellowing pages, I am hoping that I will find more than a few entries that will raise my smile or mist my eyes.