Day 3 (2025 A.D.)
Sunny today, but not warm, and there's some genuinely cold weather headed our way next week. Our high today was 55F a windy.
Work today, but I'm not much in the mood to talk about work. Hard depression all day. I hardly slept. I forgot to take my 11 p.m. pills and only remembered at 2:30 a.m., and....there was that. Lousy day. Not a lost day, merely a lousy day.
I swear, I would trade all the time I have left on the Earth, which likely is not so long anyway, for one decent week in Athens, Georgia, round about June 1996. With Kathryn, this time. Just seven more days in that world, and the promise I would never again have to live in this one.
Something I said earlier on Facebook:
I'm having one of those days when being intelligent and educated seems like a fucking curse. To wit, a quote from a favorite book:
"I have a foreboding of an America in my children's or grandchildren's time - when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what's true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness...”
Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark (1995) [We have seen your sense of foreboding justified, Dr. Sagan.]
And things I said on Facebook on Wednesday:
The Left crying "psyops" (NOLA) is absolutely no less annoying (nor generally absurd) than the Right crying "psyops" (take your pick). "Psyop" is become the latest in a long line of irrational daemons plaguing the mind of man. I begin to believe we'll never escape our childhood.
~ and ~
Freedom: Allowing myself to go where my mind leads me and to change my views as experience and formal study permits personal evolution. The opposite of freedom is being shackled to anyone else's dogma, whether it be political or philosophical, moral or what have you. My mind is my own, my own responsibility, a sixty-year-old work in progress, ever changing. And to those who would try and channel it to suit their ends, "Hands off." Fuck the bandwagon.
By the way, all ten copies of Vile Affections sold, and my thanks to those who did the buying. Now I can pay my SVP dues and have a few dollars left over.
Selwyn is recovering well from his eye surgery.
Now, I'm going to go lie the fuck down. Yes, she does curse a lot, doesn't she.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:51 a.m.
Work today, but I'm not much in the mood to talk about work. Hard depression all day. I hardly slept. I forgot to take my 11 p.m. pills and only remembered at 2:30 a.m., and....there was that. Lousy day. Not a lost day, merely a lousy day.
I swear, I would trade all the time I have left on the Earth, which likely is not so long anyway, for one decent week in Athens, Georgia, round about June 1996. With Kathryn, this time. Just seven more days in that world, and the promise I would never again have to live in this one.
Something I said earlier on Facebook:
I'm having one of those days when being intelligent and educated seems like a fucking curse. To wit, a quote from a favorite book:
"I have a foreboding of an America in my children's or grandchildren's time - when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what's true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness...”
Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark (1995) [We have seen your sense of foreboding justified, Dr. Sagan.]
And things I said on Facebook on Wednesday:
The Left crying "psyops" (NOLA) is absolutely no less annoying (nor generally absurd) than the Right crying "psyops" (take your pick). "Psyop" is become the latest in a long line of irrational daemons plaguing the mind of man. I begin to believe we'll never escape our childhood.
~ and ~
Freedom: Allowing myself to go where my mind leads me and to change my views as experience and formal study permits personal evolution. The opposite of freedom is being shackled to anyone else's dogma, whether it be political or philosophical, moral or what have you. My mind is my own, my own responsibility, a sixty-year-old work in progress, ever changing. And to those who would try and channel it to suit their ends, "Hands off." Fuck the bandwagon.
By the way, all ten copies of Vile Affections sold, and my thanks to those who did the buying. Now I can pay my SVP dues and have a few dollars left over.
Selwyn is recovering well from his eye surgery.
Now, I'm going to go lie the fuck down. Yes, she does curse a lot, doesn't she.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:51 a.m.