Seasick, but still floating....
Friday, March 25, 2005 Well, I really like my new job...I genuinely like my boss and co-worker, and I like what I do. I just wish that I wasn't so wretchedly tired at the end of the day. |
I thought I had posted a comment here. Hmm. I might've bagged it if blogger was running slow. Ah well. I do remember wanting to comment on the Napoleonic thing. Getting into that majorly? Heh. How about reading WAR AND PEACE? All 1400 pages of it! I've about 250 left to read.
By g d townshende, at
8:16 PM
You are right, I shall endevour to improve. *grins, hugs you* Thank you.
It's quite good, actually! I finished it at the beginning of last weekend. I've now gone and jumped into two books. Have Space Suit - Will Travel, by Robert A. Heinlein, and The Gambler, by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I'm finding I really like those Russian blokes. I don't recall ever having to read them in high school.
By g d townshende, at
2:05 AM
I am tired of making guesses about life, but I suppose that is all life is, really, a series of guesses. Perhaps it should be treated as one big adventure, or one surprise party, but for those who long for stability, there is no real pleasure in that.
I liked that second paragraph. I'd probably still be married if that were true. However, my life would also be boring, I'm sure. I don't want to see into other people's heads. If I saw into my ex's head, I'd probably get some answers that I think I deserve, but that's a useless speculation. I think the idea that life is one big surprise party AND a big adventure is probably the best way to view things. Sometimes the surprises and adventures are drab and listless, and sometimes they are exhilarating, and other times they are boring, but rarely, rarely, rarely are they monotonous.
By g d townshende, at
4:48 AM
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You shouldn't go into hiding so often for so long.
War and peace, eh? Hmmm...Ok, i shall add that on my list...after the Aubrey-maturins, thje Hornblowers, the Sharpes....
Life is Blindness
Sunday, March 06, 2005
We all fumble through our lives blind folded. you can't get around that fact, it's there. You would be fine if you could se through walls, into people's heads, into the future. Then you would know what to do, everything would be so clear.
No one has that power, though. There may be a few people with Talent, but it's hazy, uncertain, sometimes worse than not knowing at all is knowing pieces. Truly. I have drempt things that have come to pass, and it did me no good to know.
Our souls and hearts and minds are a swirl of confusion, at least mine is, contending with one another, and though I often beg mine to let alone for awhile, to let me think, but they are so confused or longing or needy that they can't.
Ah, well.
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The only other thought that comes to mind is this: We are responsible for the nature of our life's adventures/surprises. It's an odd give-and-take sort of relationship. Take writing for example. If you want to live the adventure of a writer, then you have to go out and do writerly things. This will invariably bring on writerly surprises, not all of which may be pleasant, but they will be writerly, nonetheless. If, on the other hand, you want to live the adventure of a writer, but don't do writerly things, then your adventure/surprises will take on a plastic pallor and may likely become monotonous. How drab!