Feb. 21st, 2014

monk111: (Little Bear)
48 degrees. A bit brisk. Fine for a nice walk. After spending some more time with “The Man Who Loved Dogs”, my doubts have cleared away, and I am all in for it. Trotsky’s somber reflections on the dark turns of the revolution - how he too may have been one of the grave diggers of the revolution - sold me. I am glad to have it for walk-reading, as well as for my bedtime reading. I don’t know if this has the makings of an immortal classic, but it looks like a good one.
monk111: (Bonobo Thinking)


Meerkat Manor Residents
by Wim Vorster

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Coco

Feb. 21st, 2014 11:50 am
monk111: (Cats)
Coco continues to spend these days in the house with me. I feel that we are bonding so tightly that her injury or death will tear me apart.
monk111: (Little Bear)
In Ukraine, the government is actually backing down to its pro-democracy protesters, but as I posted at PolitiCartoons, is it really too silly to wonder if this is just a feint to buy some peace until after the Sochi games close.

Domestically, Ted Nugent apologizes for calling Obama a "subhuman mongrel". Nugent usually does not back down, but he seems to be close enough to the electioneering in Texas that he may have been urged by the Greg Abbott campaign for governor.

And my leftover chili was very good. Though, I should be careful about getting regular tomato sauce, instead of that enhanced stuff with garlic and oregano, which I suppose is tailored for spaghetti.

Pop

Feb. 21st, 2014 02:16 pm
monk111: (Effulgent Days)
Pop is pseudo-singing “Row, row, row your boat …” It is no more pleasing to the ear than when he is murdering a country & western tune, but I wonder what brought it to his mind. He doesn’t reach the poignant conclusion that “life is but a dream.”

My Life

Feb. 21st, 2014 04:34 pm
monk111: (Rainy)
Funny, I am wearing one of my new pairs of sweatpants, and this is the first time in a long time that I feel bad for having to walk around in rags. Maybe it has something to do with the way I have to walk over the leg-bottoms all the time. The length actually isn’t as bad as I thought, but I am hating this feeling of ‘having to make do’. Not just with the pants. But with everything. I wish I could feel good about my life. I cannot remember the last time that I felt really good about my life. Did I ever? Maybe when I was a small boy and didn’t know better.

Hockey

Feb. 21st, 2014 04:49 pm
monk111: (Primal Hunger)
I take it that Canada has beat Team America in hockey, again. Well, if you can be good in only one sport, you may as well be the very best at it.
monk111: (Cats)
It’s feeling a little cold. Maybe I should check the weather for kicks. … No, it looks alright for the cats to stay outside tonight. It is expected to be a touch nippy, perhaps a tad more than it was this morning, but it should be okay. Besides, I kind of dread the next time I need to get and keep Sammy inside. He has grown spoiled to the outdoors again, seeming even a little semi-feral.

Sweets

Feb. 21st, 2014 07:00 pm
monk111: (Little Bear)
Pop came home with a lot of goodies. Sweets. Sweetbread. It is Friday, but I was afraid he was going to play it minimally, just get the regular weekly dessert. We have been running dry in this department, and we are in the middle of a three-weeker. But he came through. I also got reloaded on sandwich meat. So, I should survive a while more.

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It is a really good batch of cinnamon rolls, too.

Kindle

Feb. 21st, 2014 09:47 pm
monk111: (Bonobo Thinking)
It has been several months since I have had to recharge my Kindle. A big reason is that I have not been reading much pulp-fiction lately, and what I do read, I want to mark up and prepare for my Three Journal. I broke out the Kindle today for my work on the Iliad, and this is the only use that I have for it.

However, I don’t think there is a monthly or annual charge for it. I don’t think it is connected to our Prime membership, even though we got Prime at the same time as we got the Kindle. I imagine that Prime was just a promotional offer, and Pop took them up on it, and of course Prime plays a more meaningful role in our lives.

But I don’t mind having the luxury of a Kindle. You never know when I will be in the mood for pulpy fiction again. Or maybe I will come to take advantage of all its functions, such as watching videos on it. I can access the Internet on it. Maybe I can read some long-form pieces on it, since I don’t like sitting down to read them on the regular computers.
monk111: (Flight)
Agamemnon makes good on his threat and has his men seize Briseis from Achilles’ ship. Achilles walks off by himself along the seashore to weep and pray, and his goddess mother hears him. She was “seated near her father, the Old Man of the Sea in the salt green depths. Suddenly up she rose from the churning surf like mist and settling down beside him as he wept.”

She hears her mortal son out. Achilles knows that Zeus owes her a favor, and he asks her to call in her chit. She agrees. She will plead to Zeus to make Agamemnon pay for this humiliation.

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“Unhappy son! (fair Thetis replies,
While tears celestial trickle from her eyes)
Why have I borne thee with a mother’s throes,
To Fates averse, and nursed for future woes?
So brief a time the light of heaven to view!
So short a time! and filled with sorrow too!
O might a parent’s careful wish prevail,
Far, far from Ilium should thy vessels sail,
And you, from camps remote, the danger shun
Which now, alas! too early threats my son.”

-- The Iliad of Homer

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When I first read these passages, I was quite struck to read Achilles crying like a baby or a mommy’s boy. I thought it touching. The conventions of contemporary fiction practically never allow such displays of weakness from its top alpha-male characters.

{Sources: Pope, Fagles, et al.}
monk111: (Little Bear)
The neighbor dog was leashed up tonight, but he had more slack and was able to get close enough to the fence that I felt emboldened to throw my pieces of cheese over the fence. Operation ‘Snack Up’ was a complete success, and a little more love shared in the world.
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