Rain, rain...
Nothing like an afternoon spent cleaning and reading the Bible. Only to double pat myself on the back for remembering the Saul/David/Solomen order of the kings of Israel. Must recommend the new NBC series Kings. A fascinating modern interpretation of the old stories. For Ian McShane fans, check out Hot Rod where he is the overly demanding step-father. Also helpful for 7 degrees fans. Probably. I re-read the Grand Inquisitor too. Started "Unforgiving Minute", author, Mullaney or some such irish name, mentioned it. Miracles, Mystery and Authority. Difficult ideas to reconcile. Leave it to the Russians to see through all the... hooplaa? Yes as my brother has stated before, the rewards of tidiness are without number. Well if the number one is infinite. It is the easiest form of accomplishment, the doing of the dishes, the pickin up of stray bus tickets, the duct taping of maps to the wall, the storing of empties in their cases, it all leaves a reassuring blank canvas of empty horizontal spaces. A new beginning. A freshness that can invite re-cluttering. Still I find stray pieces... a deoderant can, a list of the top five best songs of 2008... yoav club thing and regina spector. Too lazy to turn off what I already had on. Damn lack of clappers. Life is great. 4 shifts left. Bronzing and bearding to look forward to. My brothers await in San Diego. Snow, the last pieces coming down in France where I'll spend the next week, ignoring the reality of the miracles, mystery and authority. Well soaking up the first, marvelling in the second and laughing at the last. The rice bowls have made too many kings and all demand respect and your gold. Neenering and nattering we spin along... too much Fox will make you crazy and wonder how badly it will end up, but then there are the billions who will make it all work out. Damn humanity, damn happiness and the greatness of a rainy day.
