Well, today I did All The Things what I have been putting off forever. Put through a laundry and got it on the line, not that it dried completely because humid cloudy Septembers don't do that, even with intermittent sunshine and a breeze. But mostly, and the trousers can go over the upstairs railing until the elastic dries. Cooked up a bunch of ( Read more... )

Weird Chinese tales are still weird, though the chapter on the netherworld is very homelike, as in, these guys who have near death experiences don't see tunnels and glowing lights. No, it's all bureaucrats and government office buildings, which may just be that the dying brain sees what it expects to see. And when people do see their relatives, ( Read more... )

A weirdness in the Heart Sutra set to music video. You get to the bit about ( Read more... )

With all these articles about how living alone is like smoking two packs a day as a way of decreasing your life span, I think I may start keeping a record of who I talk to day by day, rather as I track my steps. Of course virtually none of my conversations count (according to the articles) because they aren't deep enough or intimate enough- are ( Read more... )

Once again, after a mere thirty years, I come across someone who thinks an 'access' of some emotion ought to be 'excess'. Which it isn't, but you might have to read French literature to know this. As in, I first encountered the construction in the translation of Claudine at School, where she has 'a sudden access of stupidity.' What was the French ( Read more... )

Caught the tail end of a dream in which a bunch of other stuff was happening, but in this fragment I was sharing a house with a bunch of guys and one woman who lived in the basement apartment. We were all in the kitchen with the sun shining in and I was hurrying to get dinner ready for Jenny, my fat old grey cat (decidit 1995) who was winding about ( Read more... )

Marvellous Tokyo February afternoon, meaning worrisomely warm for Toronto. 6C, 42F. This summer will be hideous if other no-winter winters are anything to go by (2012, 2016). But the sweet cold, the glowing sun, the walking in shoes! I shall enjoy the moment for what it has to offer ( Read more... )

Somewhere in this here journal I noted that the coda to Bede's story about the sparrow* in the meadhall was actually a pasage from a Russian short story by I think Gogol. Can't find it anywhere, can't think what else I might have tagged it with, cannot find it online, cannot find it ( Read more... )

I had wondered why RBG's funeral was postponed for a week. Googling around, I find, "It is forbidden to allow the body of the deceased to lay (sic) unburied unless it is being left unburied for the honor of the deceased."

Which certainly fits the case here.

Got a call from work: two of the Infing staff wondering how I was doing. So nice to hear their ( Read more... )

Feeling scratchy and out of sorts, an emotion I trace, oddly, to Pico Iyer's The Open Road, talking about the Dalai Lama. There's no logic to this, just as there's no logic to the mental muzak being stuck on Night Moves. Usually the mental muzak bears some relation to the happenings in my life: as for instance, when I used to CPR and Amtrak it down ( Read more... )