"Black as the pit from pole to pole..." *
A violent, stormy morning that gave way to a beautiful sunny day. The worst of the storms passed just north of Birmingham. Our high was 85F.
Not much sleep. I was awake at 4:30 and writing an hour later. I did another 1,141 words on The Sun Always Shines on TV. Then I had a break and came back and spent the early afternoon on the mosasaur paper 2 (MP2), describing the bones of the dermatocranium of the specimens in the study. I also spoke with Mike Polcyn. I'm handling most of the anatomy in this study, and he's handing the lion's share of the phylogenetics. Anyway, I've been a but overwhelmed, and talking to Mike always helps a little.
I forgot to mention that yesterady was the 27th anniversary of the release of Luc Besson's masterpiece, The Fifth Element (1997), a film I adored so much I saw it NINE TIMES in the theater that summer. Apprpriately, on this day in Mœbius, aka Jean Giraud, born on this day in 1938. I'll leave them who do not get the connection to figure it out for themselves.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. I'll sign and personalize any book you buy.
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Some thoughts I scribbled down today, indicative of the dark places my mind is spending so much time these days. Make of them what you will or ignore them entirely. But know that the last thing I am seeking from the world is sympathy. Part of my job is to speak my mind, and sometimes it's ugly work and not for the fainthearted.
I keep trying to pick myself up and push my way forward. Either I give up and be done with it all, or I have to find that strength. And the things that are coming at us, who would choose to live throgh these cataclysms? But I am trying, though nothing but stubborness explains it, as it is plainly irrational. The drive to live is so hardwired into us, for obvious reasons, that it's not easy to overcome, even when the programming as long since passed the point where it could hope to serve its purpose (replicating oneself).At this point, it's hard not to feel that a sixty year old is anything but more pressure on an overtaxed planet.
~ and ~
I never thought I'd live to see "meritocracy" become a dirty word.
Later,
Aunt Beast
2:42 p.m.
*
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. "Ivictus," William Ernest Henley (1888)
Not much sleep. I was awake at 4:30 and writing an hour later. I did another 1,141 words on The Sun Always Shines on TV. Then I had a break and came back and spent the early afternoon on the mosasaur paper 2 (MP2), describing the bones of the dermatocranium of the specimens in the study. I also spoke with Mike Polcyn. I'm handling most of the anatomy in this study, and he's handing the lion's share of the phylogenetics. Anyway, I've been a but overwhelmed, and talking to Mike always helps a little.
I forgot to mention that yesterady was the 27th anniversary of the release of Luc Besson's masterpiece, The Fifth Element (1997), a film I adored so much I saw it NINE TIMES in the theater that summer. Apprpriately, on this day in Mœbius, aka Jean Giraud, born on this day in 1938. I'll leave them who do not get the connection to figure it out for themselves.
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. I'll sign and personalize any book you buy.
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Some thoughts I scribbled down today, indicative of the dark places my mind is spending so much time these days. Make of them what you will or ignore them entirely. But know that the last thing I am seeking from the world is sympathy. Part of my job is to speak my mind, and sometimes it's ugly work and not for the fainthearted.
I keep trying to pick myself up and push my way forward. Either I give up and be done with it all, or I have to find that strength. And the things that are coming at us, who would choose to live throgh these cataclysms? But I am trying, though nothing but stubborness explains it, as it is plainly irrational. The drive to live is so hardwired into us, for obvious reasons, that it's not easy to overcome, even when the programming as long since passed the point where it could hope to serve its purpose (replicating oneself).At this point, it's hard not to feel that a sixty year old is anything but more pressure on an overtaxed planet.
~ and ~
I never thought I'd live to see "meritocracy" become a dirty word.
Later,
Aunt Beast
2:42 p.m.
*
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. "Ivictus," William Ernest Henley (1888)