Instant message to a colleague just now about a vision I had. Okay, not so much a vision as it was something I actually saw:
After you left
A hawk appeared unto me.
Well, unto K. actually.
And lo,
it was partaking of the mice of the fields
and was distracted.
And we were able to behold it
whilst worshiping at its talons.
And graven images were recorded by my camera
while standing in your cubicle, which provided the best view.
Amen.
If any of these images turn out, I’ll post them.
I think that in the most predictable and unsubtle way, things are starting to get better around here as spring approaches.
Last night I had a seemingly never-ending dream about my apartment having three front doors. They were staggered a few feet apart from each other and varying degrees of secure.
The first was a heavy steel door with a deadbolt but it also had a big round glass window that a person could easily crawl through. The second door, a few feet to the right of the first one, was an old-fashioned wooden door with just a push lock on the knob. The last one, a few feet to the right of the second one, was a pair of narrow swinging kitchen doors. No lock…nothing to prevent them from being more or less open at all times.
The last thing I remember from this dream is trying to reassure a friend that I would be perfectly safe even though I clearly didn’t think so.
So, you know, that was pleasant.
If your competitive event is determined by judges, then I probably won’t be able to watch it comfortably.
There. I said it.
It isn’t that I dislike, to use the most obvious example, figure skating. I respect figure skating; I do not respect the way it is measured, and that is the crux of the problem for me. I personally require events to be determined by measured outcomes: score, distance, time. It’s the only fair way to judge competitors. It’s the only way to respect their great athleticism, and I think we can all agree that skaters are great athletes.
I don’t know how you can fairly judge an event like figure skating using precise measurements, but I do know that the judging system creates all sorts of unnecessary drama that is inherently unfair to the athletes.
So I will gladly watch curling, obsessively watch it if I am honest, but I will avoid figure skating almost entirely because I can’t get past the feeling that if the outcome is the correct one, it may only be so accidentally.
Well this isn’t addictive at all.
Others certainly have.
(I don’t know why I can’t embed videos.)
And it almost seems like spring today. Almost.
“There is something wonderfully unsettling about a plant that feasts on animals. Perhaps it is the way it shatters all expectation. Carl Linnaeus, the great 18th-century Swedish naturalist who devised our system for ordering life, rebelled at the idea. For Venus flytraps to actually eat insects, he declared, would go ‘against the order of nature as willed by God.’ The plants only catch insects by accident, he reasoned, and once a hapless bug stopped struggling, the plant would surely open its leaves and let it go free.”
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