Wonderland or Not

It rai­ned hea­vily ear­lier this eve­ning. The Sun’s bri­lliance, relent­less during the ten minute deluge, would have promp­ted a search for my level 5 sun­glas­ses had they been in my bag. Rushing home from a myriad of tasks I scan­ned the sky only briefly for the anti­ci­pa­ted rain­bow. Of the variety of things human­kind makes wishes upon, shoo­ting starts, acorns, dice and so forth, rain­bows are the only thing taken seriously in my clan. Call us the Clan of the Color Spec­trum if you will. This by way of an expla­na­tion of the pre­co­cious wish I felt the need to make on a rain­bow that had yet to mate­ria­li­zed. May not have mate­ria­li­zed, for all I know. So it’s come to this — my world. A world where, in my haste, I can no lon­ger wait for what might be. A world where I’m fore­ver doo­med to wish upon elu­sive rainbows.

Infi­nite Jest:

This is for anyone con­si­de­ring an attempt at this gar­gan­tuan novel. With more cha­rac­ters on the first two pages than in the last ten books I’ve read, this is novel of a future dys­to­pia (or five future dys­to­pias, it’s hard to tell at p. 120, but I fear the worse) that only a genius who has for­got­ten to take his Adde­rall could have writ­ten. Rea­ding Infi­nite Jest has made me rea­lize it may have been a mis­take not to have taken up a friend’s invi­ta­tion to check out the Tibe­tan Medi­ta­tion Cen­ter situa­ted the moun­tains not far from here. I was not com­ple­tely unpre­pa­red, having resu­med my Yoga clas­ses in May, but be fore­war­ned, rea­ding this book requi­res the taking or doing of something to sedate thoughts and mollify the spi­rit. No get­ting through it otherwise.

The neither here nor there:

There is much we should know, and even more we should be spa­red. San­ford Calls Mis­tress His ‘Soul Mate’, and anything writ­ten after such a title, is in the later category.

I’m one of those non twit­te­ring twit­te­rers. Most of my life occurs offline, and I pre­fer it that way. I’ve never really felt the need to twit­ter, but when a band­wa­gon full of such a diverse variety of vir­tual huma­nity called I was more than willing to jump on it for a short test ride. I got off qucikly the first time but jum­ped on once more when the wagon got lar­ger. It’s still too dif­fi­cult to manage to fit into my real life, but this twit­ter for busy peo­ple might be just the thing to help with that problem.

Check out the new theme and post your com­plaints. You can open the menu and the foo­ter with the tabs at the top right and bot­tom left. Let me know if you pre­fer them per­ma­nently open, as that can be mana­ged. I can also remove all the posts from the first page and make it just as a regu­lar blog, though those who read me from their rea­der won’t really be affec­ted by this. I aim to please. Espe­cially on Tuesdays.

Peace