the blow up

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Counting My Blessings

An exercise in positivity.


Thursday on the train.
logan´s run
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On my way to Amersfoort, I was sitting next to a young man typing away on his lap top. He was also drinking a very large beer. The smell of the beer was getting to me-- in the crowded hot train it made me distinctly ill.

He had sandy brown hair and was wearing a long-sleeved tee shirt.

His laptop was turned towards me, so I could see what he was typing. It was a song lyric-- something about how something a girl does makes him want to just shut up and play, stop and play. It would have made a better moment if it had seemed like a better lyric. Perhaps it was my nausea, but it just seemed pedestrian.

During the course of the train ride he must have picked out five more lyrics. I did not read any of the others.

Great Books

Am now reading The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion, lent to me by [info]coco_keesses. I find it nearly too affecting to keep reading. Her distinction between grief and mourning is right on the mark.

Less Great films

Watched Dawn of the Dead remake while trying to do some work. Great cast, I thought. Shame it wasn't more interesting. The whole idea should have just been left with Night of the Living Dead.

Living in words again today.
dog domino
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Words of the Day
barranco to webster )

Reading Notes: Sun and Steel by Yukio Mishima

How many lazy men's truths have been admitted in the name of imagination! How often has the term imagination been used to prettify the unhealthy tendency of the soul to soar off in a boundless quest after truth, leaving the body where it always was! How often have men escaped from the pains of their own bodies with the aid of that sentimental aspect of the imagination that feels the ills of others' flesh as its own! And how often has the imagination unquestioningly exalted spiritual sufferings whose relative value was in fact excessively difficult to gauge! And when this type of arrogance of the imagination links together the artist's act of expression and its accomplices, there comes into existence a kind of fictional “Thing”-- the work of art-- and it is this interferen ce from a large number of such “things” that has steadily perverted and altered reality. As a result, men end up by coming into contact only with shadows and lose the courage to make themselves at home with the tribulations of their own flesh.
(pgs. 35-36)



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Reading Notes-- EF Schumacher, A Guide for the Perplexed
the blow up
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Anyone out there interested in owning this book? It's meant to be a classic of Christian humanism, which I can normally tolerate, but I would prefer not to keep this in my collection. It seems to me someone else might get more use out of it. Drop me an email with your mailing address and I'll put it in the post for you. International addresses also okay.

"I use logic to show how faith and logic fit together and then say that if anybody challenges my logic that they are sadly showing symptoms of their spiritual impoverishment because they rely on logic." Bah. (note: that isn't a direct quotation, that's me being snarky."

notes-- as usual more for me than they are for you? )

Associated stuff

Luke Chapter 12, King James Version )

Revelation 3, King John Version )

Reading notes: Peter Drucker
bloom
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“If you have to change habits, don't change culture. Change habits. And we know how to do that.”

more for me than for you )

Can't believe that I'm actually happy that the Germans won, by the way. Somehow I just plain old wanted them to win more than I wanted Argentina to win...

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