I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allen Poe

The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
- H. L. Mencken

Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
-Bertrand Russell

What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
-James Branch Cabell

April 10, 2012 - 5:34 p.m.

Ignoring the Rabbit Hole

I'm still down the rabbit hole and will be for the foreseeable future. I can't talk about what's going on. On the other hand blogging has been one of my primary ways of processing what's going on in my life. When I need to blog the most I can't. But perhaps I can work something out. I am far more reticent than people realize. It only seems like I write about everything here. So that's what I'm going to do except I'll be honest enough now to tell that I'm doing that.

Saturday should be safe to write about. Saturday morning was the Draft Day for my fantasy baseball team. I somehow managed to take care of it from the rabbit hole. Chris drove me to deep dark New Jersey. I felt more prepared than I did most years. Not that that seems to have helped. I'm not happy with my team but I still enjoyed the draft.

From there I had to race to the Seder in Norwalk CT. I don't remember ever having to do that before but how can it not have happened in 24 seasons?

Chris drove me to Grand Central Station and from there I took the Metro North to South Norwalk. That invoked memories of Moxy Frvous as I they used to play the South Norwalk Festival and that's where the busses to the festival left from. I think that was the first place I ever spoke to the Frulads.

As I say every year we have the best Seder in the world. You might think yours is better but if it doesn't have kazoos, finger puppets, and hitting each other with scallions it clearly isn't even worth mentioning in the same breath. It's at the home of Sylvia and Louis, my sister Alison's friends from college and high school. Alison is more than ten years older than me so I've known them almost my entire life. The rest of the crowd is my once a year family. It's a place I'm totally comfortable.

I always like the food but especially this year. I even liked the Manischewitz wine. I don't like any wine. What was that about? I had second helpings of everything. The funny thing that the Seder a meal is one of the places I don't usually talk about the food. It isn't my style, other than the amazing chocolate brownies, but this year everything hit the spot.

The real treat of course is t he people, the conversation, and yes the Pesach traditions. We each have a personalized Haggadah with our name on it. Everyone participates, everyone reads their portion. Somehow it is done in a way that this devout atheist doesn't feel at all like a hypocrite. I don't endure it, I enjoy it.

After the Seder I spent the weekend with Alison. I got to see the vulture that had been nesting in her garage but are now in her neighbor's barn. We had dinner on Sunday at Turkish restaurant. I am not a fan of lamb but the shish kabob they made was amazingly good. Why does anyone prepare lamb any other way?

If things were more normal now I'd start writing about physics and now. Are you relieved that I'm not? I might still get around to that. Now I'll just talk about reading. I borrowed one of my nephew's books, Banesh Hoffmann's The Strange Story of the Quantum. Hoffmann was my favorite professor at Queens College. He worked with Einstein. I thought I had read the book but I hadn't. I loved it. It is totally non-technical. You don't need any math for it. If you want to get a feel about the subject it's the book for you. What amazed me is how fast I read it. I only read it while commuting or waiting on lines and finished it a bit over a day. Hoffmann is a great writer and in synch with me. Reading him is effortless.

Now I have things to do. As for what else is going on? I'll just leave you with this video.

I've been thinking of myself as more like the Krell than Leslie Nielson. I've always had a thing for the Krell.





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