I worry sometimes that I'm becoming too esoteric of a person, too random as a person. I love exploring ideas, but I also just want to be a normal person sometimes, with a normal voice. I want to say things like: it's driving me crazy that the arugula is blooming all of the time instead of producing leaves, but I know I should have planted it earlier, so it's all my own fault. Like how sad I am that I left my windows cracked through the last monsoon and now I have mold growing on the floor of my car. That even though I bought a non-locally produced watermelon for the Fourth of July, I have yet to complete cutting it up. Like we're watching the final episode of Battlestar Galactica tonight, and I'm so excited I could puke. Like I've always been a sci-fi dork, from back one I was a freshman and I read the entire five-book Foundation series, in order, as well as all of the anthologies of pulp sci-fi short stories from the fifties before anyone had landed on the moon.
So.
That's what I'm doing today. Above is the sky from my walk with
Shadow yesterday, back to the washout. I go to church on Wednesday
nights in the summer, and today was the first night I made it in a
month (a month of Sundays!) and it feels good to have been there on a
night when the reading was David dancing in front of the ark of the
covenant.
Beyond
Battlestar Galactica, everyone should Google/Netflix/Tivo "The
Fabric of Space" on PBS. Theoretical physics as show. A
must-see.
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