I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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.
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
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 ...
June 05, 2016 - 11:25 p.m.
I'm going to do something I haven't done in ages; write before I go to sleep. For years this was the norm. It makes more sense. Things will be fresher in my mind. The problem is that fewer people see it if I post it now so my plan is to write it and post it and then repost it in the morning. I can even do that from my phone during the day.
Yesterday I wrote about how I had a run of days that were what should be normal days for me. I went out and saw concerts and did the things I loved. Today was also a very me day but of another kind, a lazy Sunday lazing around.
Before I get into today I have to write about something that happened yesterday that I forgot to write in my last entry. When I got home I had a dramatic encounter. Where I'm living has an unusual layout. The entrance is not on the street. You have to walk down a narrow path to a locked gate to get to the entrance of the building. When I got to the path I saw something black and white on the ground in front of me. It was a skunk. I stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at the skunk and the skunk started at me. We were both scared and we both didn't want to scare our counterpart into doing something rash. There was no place for me to go. I was not going to attempt to walk past it as that might spook it. The skunk had another option, it darted into the bushes. Whew. I walked by staying on the far side of the path. Before you ask, he did not speak with a French accent and I'm sure it wasn't a cat with a white stripe painted down its back. Those are the natural questions to ask.
So what did I do today. I started by sleeping late; I didn't get out of bed till 11. I had planned on going to yoga but that started at 11. Oh well. The sleep did me good. Then I made breakfast, bacon and eggs and coffee with a croissant. That's my regular life for sure.
Then I turned on the Met game and wrote. Yes, I'm blogging about blogging. I said that it was a real me day and what is more me than writing about music? Well there's me writing about writing and being self-referential. This continues to be a me game.
Matt Harvey pitched today. That's who I saw when I went to the game. He's been terrible all season, till I went to the game. Then he gave no runs and the Mets won. Today he gave up one run in seven innings. The Mets did not win, they didn't score any. But it was a great game. I love a pitcher's duel and there were some pretty defensive plays.
I decided to watch more TV. I went through the guide and saw The Avengers was on. I turned that on. I had seen it already but didn't remember it well except that I enjoyed it. I'm an intellectual who loves so many obscure things but I love a well-done superhero film.
So you know the debate over whether or not Batman is a superhero since he has no super powers and is just a rich guy with gadgets? How come nobody makes the same argument with Ironman. He only has one gadget, albeit one that's better than Batman's. They are so similar, troubled billionaire industrialists with brilliant minds. My money would be on Ironman in a fight.
Then I had to clean up the kitchen and I put on Casino Royale While I did that. I didn't pay much attention to it. I had to figure out where things go in a kitchen that's not my own. My hosts were away for the weekend.
When I was done with that I read quite a bit of Game of Thrones. That's exactly what I should be doing on a rainy day when I didn't want to go out.
The one thing I did that was not me was go out to eat. While I'm fine making bacon and eggs here I don't know where the spices are or all the equipment I'd need to make the kind of dinner I'd like. I just didn't want to have to deal with it so I walked two blocks to the pub and had a great burger and fries.
When I got home my hosts had returned so I talked to them for a while then went to watch Game of Thrones right when it was broadcast. Well OK I was four minutes behind.
So here's the thing about today. I slept late then stayed home all day alone. These are exactly the things I had been doing because I was depressed and here I am saying this was a good thing. The difference is why I did it. I have been running around for days on end. I spend three to four hours traveling every day. I have not stayed home and watched a baseball game since the World Series. I did these things because I wanted to do them. When things were going well I'd call it a mental health day and that's exactly what it was. Sometimes I need to be alone and watch TV and read.
I signed the Pro-Truth Pledge:
please hold me accountable.
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