Woke up this morning, checked facebook and found out that relatives of a friend of mine were under fire in Westgate Mall in Nairobi. I told Salim that I could only hope that I’d never get into religion or politics to the extent that I felt shooting my neighbours was appropriate. Twenty dead at least, fifty injured at least. What a world.
Saw Keith briefly yesterday, and read the Shiduri sequence out of the Epic of Gilgamesh to him. I liked the new translation / new gloss of it so much I actually bought it. As a writer I guess I feel I should own the oldest surviving story (there are older documents but they are storage related…).
My stop digging exercises have commenced; the kitchen is coming along and I’ll be poking at other piles of disorder gradually over the next few weeks. Rome wasn’t destroyed in a day. Also, wrote stuff yesterday, put a song into Songwriter, did some ‘work on my projects’ stuff as well as cleaning and watching tv. Also, applied for a job, since one of my contacts hailed me and gave me the frequency. Nothing is likely to come of it, but I can’t look any gift horses in any particular elevation.
The exercises continue apace. Next physio Monday, next doc appointment a month.
I tried the cpap again last night and MAYBE got two hours. I think my sleep disorder is actually a little more nuanced than this machine can deal with. Also, I really think I’ve got the wrong mask.
I got a really good and extremely cheap back rest for the driver’s seat in Ziva. She has been very well behaved since she was smacked in the parking lot.
Another nibble on the café.
I leave you with a John Shirley quote (from New Taboos).
People who are quadriplegic have stated that they feel less emotion than they could when they could still feel their entire bodies. The projection of the self into our electronics reduces the relationship to the body, the seat of our emotions, and for several reasons that might lead to an increase in psychopathology.