Christine de Pisan (1364~1429)

2010 November 25 Thursday

No one knows the labour my poor heart endures
To dissimulate my grief when I find no pity.
The less sympathy in friendship, the more cause for tears.
So I make no plaint of my piteous mourning,
But laugh when I would rather weep,
And without rhyme or rhythm make my songs
To conceal my heart.


Desire Realms: Human & Animal domains

2010 October 13 Wednesday

Cogitations as the attempted repatriation of the foster-kittie gangs agley.  Not much difference between animals per se, human or feline.  She’s under the control of who catches her or otherwise imposes their will upon; plus there are needs which must be met by all that live or they stop living.  Personal physiological-safety, food/water &c …  Maslow’s hierarchy is a great equalizer.

Reminds me of the boss-employee paradigm.  Guess I, too, could wander down the street to see if there’s a nicer house with better food available.  But that might involve some gonadal adjustments.  Humans have more attachments, too.  She’s not likely to take the catnip toy mouse with her when she leaves; but it would probably take ten boxes to pack my library.

The possession-less monks, maybe Diogenes, have at least part of the answer.  If I wasn’t worried about keeping out of the rain/heat/cold, being fed, all those little things that mean ‘security’ to humans… hmm, sounds Buddhist or something, going to have to look into that.

Memento mori

2010 May 31 Monday

mementō morī, be mindful of dying

Al was born a few years before I.  With his tour in the Air Force during the heat of the ‘Nam, that put him in my cohort at college.  He was at Nakhon Phanom in Thailand, working K-9 security, but I don’t remember him ever having a pet dog.  Quite the party animal, himself, though.

He had to take early retirement, major back problems.  Despite three pairs of rods in his back it took three times to actually receive disability from the SSA; got the back payments around Yule when his dad died, then he died a few months later – Mardi Gras two years back.

Miss the dude, muy simpático…

Thanx, Al

BRHR #98

2010 April 8 Thursday

Dwelling in the Bathroom Hell-Realm since last summer: first estimate completing Labor Day, then Thanksgiving, then Yuletide… now it’s qué será será, especially after the last exploratory revealed studs glued to crossbeams instead of nailed.  The feckless scum also dropped the ceiling 11″ to mount a light/vent fan, despite the fact they were already going into the attic for the duct work (wait a minute, they might’ve just vented into the attic, quite likely considering the other work that’s been uncovered).

Looking like I’m going to be extending the demolition another 70 sq.ft. into the current vanity/closet area; rather dumbass concept & execution there as well.  So now there’s an urgent need to ‘clear the decks for action’, hopefully enough to motivate the throwout/cleanup process past the current inertia.

New York Minute

2010 January 12 Tuesday

One New York minute equals 47,653 milliseconds (1 ny’ = 47,653 ms).

Or, about how long it would take to decide to move upwind or hit that thing.  Perhaps the decision-making process accelerates with experience: been there, done that, got the tee shirt/scar/restraining order/rash that just isn’t going away… But it’s said that age doesn’t necessarily bring wisdom but does bring perspective, aiding your judgement (maybe) but not keeping you out of trouble in the first place.  For that I prefer vicarious learning: what happened when he licked the frozen metal flag pole?  how many EMT did it take to disconnect?

Hang ’em High

2010 January 7 Thursday

Despite Geo. Santayana’s observation that “if you don’t remember history you’re condemned to repeat it” the vermin US congress bail out the scum bankers/ripoff artists 30-years after the Keating (et alia) Kocksuckers.

That was with  scumbag Jimmy Carter, now it’s with scumbag Barak Obama.  When will we see memory extended beyond 30-odd years?  This kind of crap was old in the Roman empire.

What about making bribery illegal again? maybe a capital crime? firing squad or hanging? decapitation?  What do you think about having some rotting heads on stakes in front of the US Capitol Bldg to be viewed by all the legislators entering?  Deterent?  Maybe a gibbet with the last corrupted-suborned congressperson or “lobbyist” left swinging in the breeze.

What’s it going to take?  There has to be enough pain to defeat inertia/momentum; what’s it going to take?

Invictus maneo

2010 January 3 Sunday

“I remain unvanquished”

Yeah, some more scars & disillusionment – but decided to chuck it all, ’tis all just froth in my life’s wake anyway don’t you know, & crack one of the older bottles.

Sichel 1978 Grand Vin de Bordeaux,  Saint-Emilion {Apellation Saint-Emilion Contrôlée} mis en bouteille par Michel Montadour, Negociant à Bordeaux (Gironde).  Still had the Cobweb Liquor price tag on it, $9.88 back in the early eighties.

Some damn fine wine 32 years on, with manchego even better.  Eat, drink & be merry — for tomorrow we die, or at least have to go back to work…

Sante! & à bientôt