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kingtycoonThe truth is that my Magic bar is low. I’ve expended my magic power on secret spells, private projects. I’m appropriately and comfortably depleted and need an appropriate and comfortable rest – but how do you recharge your magic bar?
Yesterday after work, oh I was so hungry, I decided that I would have a burrito for sure. I think I said to myself: “For sure, a burrito.” Which is the kind of muttery, crazy thing you say to yourself when you are too hungry. So I go to get the burrito and I eat it up like ¾ of the way – like you do. But then I’m full, but also, there is this mess of partial burrito that I can’t just throw away, I can’t waste food! That’s a main rule of life to me, a main moral guidepost. So I muscle down the last of the burrito and the enjoyment of eating when hungry is ruined and it just feels like I’ve sickened myself needlessly. I was displeased but what can you do?
So walking home and there’s the Robin – in the thaw even. There was snow, a little, sure – and today is Winter Storm Vulcan – which is preposterous, first to name the winter storm and second to name it Vulcan. Everyone groans about it, naming these things – but I kind of get it – because you have to name and tag things if you want to search for them later. Anyhow, it rained all morning and I was somewhat glad because a rainstorm is superior to a blizzard, at least in early March. So there’s flying snow today, and it’ll be a hard time for the Robins, but yesterday it was muddy and pleasant and I walked around and saw – the Robin in the Mud. Is this auspicious? 2014 has been a strange and topsy-turvy time, unexpected things have occurred – unprecedented and peculiar. It’s a strange time for me and my magic is being used up. I saw the Robin in the mud and there was an appropriate catharsis. Sometimes- it’s as if you’ve been saved by the spring and it’s red-breast heralds. And sometimes it’s just a pleasing indication that the worst is behind you.
But there hasn’t been ‘worst’ exactly. The weather, sure, that’s been the worst ever, but in a way that is gratifying to live through. Remember that there was snow on the ground for 40 straight days, mountains of ice, and long sub-zero nights, that all happened and who knows if it will again or how often, so it was something to endure and come out the other side of wondering. Meantime I had the Woman on the Plains who kept me company through the worst of it and who was a light shining in the bleakest part of it. I put my magic to work on her, and that’s why I’m out or low.
The Robin revives you, but not your magic bar. The magic bar is the blue one, it’s in between your Red health bar and your Green stamina bar and your Purple majesty bar and your Orange frustration bar. Magic foods? Coca-cola and chocolate would probably assist here, and other things, but I find that it’s best to get distracted by stories and refreshed by games.
I’m away from the possibility of games just now – my home computers being all experimented on with operating systems. So no games just now. I’ve pokemoned myself to pokeheaven and don’t want to mess with that. I went to look at my phone and tried a game out there – this one about inventing the worst alpaca.
Not therapeutic.
It’s the immerse, meditative practice of the video game that refreshes your capacity for narrative and freedom – those things being the components of the magic identity. You meditate on a version of yourself that exists in the narrowest of confines and then work your way through the puzzle/maze/conflict and on the other side you awaken to your actual potentials and ability to govern your living-life’s story.
That’s what I’m going with anyway.
Failing all that I’ll revert to writing a book.
I’m not going to be great at it, but I did find my framing theme and so I work from there with little stories. All the forests, that’s what I’m up to.
In this new forest – there are all the birds you would expect. There’s the sparrow and the crow and the grackle and the finch. They’re all there. And there are all the trees you’d expect too – the maple and the oak and the pine and the cedar.
What’s strange is that the birds sing a song, and it’s not set by what type of bird they are, but rather, on what tree they perch on, which tree they make their home. So all the cardinals and jays perched on the Oak-tree sing the Oak-tree song and they go to and among the other oak trees and sing to those birds, but a cardinal from the oak tree doesn’t sing or even like the cardinal of the maple tree. It’s the forest of strange countries. That’s my next forest to write on.
I was going to work on it yesterday – Tuesday being the day that my friend comes over and we work in simultinaity. She was very distracted and I was very dyspeptic about too much burrito – so we just bullshitted and drank some scotch instead. Her book is going to be about a post-apocalyptic ohio in which CLV becomes the disenfranchised and abandoned corner of the state ruled by the King of Cleveland who rides the buses and attains leadership of the city through mastery of the RTA. Which I liked, of course. I explained that in my heart I think of the Bus Driver always as the Bus Captain, and that if I was the leader of RTA I’d say I was the Bus Admiral -and that I would give out medals and ribbons for miles driven, passengers KO’d and Conspicuous Valor.
Otherwise I’ve never seen anyone shot so I couldn’t say what I’d do if I saw it happen. Who knows? Be kind to children? Leave, I assume I would just go. I don’t like it when there is shooting.
My magic bar is low.
I slept through my bus-stop this morning and had to walk in the rain – Vulcan’s rain. It’s stupid that it’s named that, but there it is, the pre-fab tag that will make this all easy to find and know someday in the future. I slept through the bus stop and the bus captain didn’t wake me and I saw a robin in the rain.
Yesterday after work, oh I was so hungry, I decided that I would have a burrito for sure. I think I said to myself: “For sure, a burrito.” Which is the kind of muttery, crazy thing you say to yourself when you are too hungry. So I go to get the burrito and I eat it up like ¾ of the way – like you do. But then I’m full, but also, there is this mess of partial burrito that I can’t just throw away, I can’t waste food! That’s a main rule of life to me, a main moral guidepost. So I muscle down the last of the burrito and the enjoyment of eating when hungry is ruined and it just feels like I’ve sickened myself needlessly. I was displeased but what can you do?
So walking home and there’s the Robin – in the thaw even. There was snow, a little, sure – and today is Winter Storm Vulcan – which is preposterous, first to name the winter storm and second to name it Vulcan. Everyone groans about it, naming these things – but I kind of get it – because you have to name and tag things if you want to search for them later. Anyhow, it rained all morning and I was somewhat glad because a rainstorm is superior to a blizzard, at least in early March. So there’s flying snow today, and it’ll be a hard time for the Robins, but yesterday it was muddy and pleasant and I walked around and saw – the Robin in the Mud. Is this auspicious? 2014 has been a strange and topsy-turvy time, unexpected things have occurred – unprecedented and peculiar. It’s a strange time for me and my magic is being used up. I saw the Robin in the mud and there was an appropriate catharsis. Sometimes- it’s as if you’ve been saved by the spring and it’s red-breast heralds. And sometimes it’s just a pleasing indication that the worst is behind you.
But there hasn’t been ‘worst’ exactly. The weather, sure, that’s been the worst ever, but in a way that is gratifying to live through. Remember that there was snow on the ground for 40 straight days, mountains of ice, and long sub-zero nights, that all happened and who knows if it will again or how often, so it was something to endure and come out the other side of wondering. Meantime I had the Woman on the Plains who kept me company through the worst of it and who was a light shining in the bleakest part of it. I put my magic to work on her, and that’s why I’m out or low.
The Robin revives you, but not your magic bar. The magic bar is the blue one, it’s in between your Red health bar and your Green stamina bar and your Purple majesty bar and your Orange frustration bar. Magic foods? Coca-cola and chocolate would probably assist here, and other things, but I find that it’s best to get distracted by stories and refreshed by games.
I’m away from the possibility of games just now – my home computers being all experimented on with operating systems. So no games just now. I’ve pokemoned myself to pokeheaven and don’t want to mess with that. I went to look at my phone and tried a game out there – this one about inventing the worst alpaca.
Not therapeutic.
It’s the immerse, meditative practice of the video game that refreshes your capacity for narrative and freedom – those things being the components of the magic identity. You meditate on a version of yourself that exists in the narrowest of confines and then work your way through the puzzle/maze/conflict and on the other side you awaken to your actual potentials and ability to govern your living-life’s story.
That’s what I’m going with anyway.
Failing all that I’ll revert to writing a book.
I’m not going to be great at it, but I did find my framing theme and so I work from there with little stories. All the forests, that’s what I’m up to.
In this new forest – there are all the birds you would expect. There’s the sparrow and the crow and the grackle and the finch. They’re all there. And there are all the trees you’d expect too – the maple and the oak and the pine and the cedar.
What’s strange is that the birds sing a song, and it’s not set by what type of bird they are, but rather, on what tree they perch on, which tree they make their home. So all the cardinals and jays perched on the Oak-tree sing the Oak-tree song and they go to and among the other oak trees and sing to those birds, but a cardinal from the oak tree doesn’t sing or even like the cardinal of the maple tree. It’s the forest of strange countries. That’s my next forest to write on.
I was going to work on it yesterday – Tuesday being the day that my friend comes over and we work in simultinaity. She was very distracted and I was very dyspeptic about too much burrito – so we just bullshitted and drank some scotch instead. Her book is going to be about a post-apocalyptic ohio in which CLV becomes the disenfranchised and abandoned corner of the state ruled by the King of Cleveland who rides the buses and attains leadership of the city through mastery of the RTA. Which I liked, of course. I explained that in my heart I think of the Bus Driver always as the Bus Captain, and that if I was the leader of RTA I’d say I was the Bus Admiral -and that I would give out medals and ribbons for miles driven, passengers KO’d and Conspicuous Valor.
Otherwise I’ve never seen anyone shot so I couldn’t say what I’d do if I saw it happen. Who knows? Be kind to children? Leave, I assume I would just go. I don’t like it when there is shooting.
My magic bar is low.
I slept through my bus-stop this morning and had to walk in the rain – Vulcan’s rain. It’s stupid that it’s named that, but there it is, the pre-fab tag that will make this all easy to find and know someday in the future. I slept through the bus stop and the bus captain didn’t wake me and I saw a robin in the rain.
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Date: 2014-03-12 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-03-13 06:26 pm (UTC)Answers.
Date: 2014-03-13 06:09 pm (UTC)Dirt.
Date: 2014-03-13 06:30 pm (UTC)Is the Spring a Wind Season? I disagree - winter is the wind & spring is the vine, the wood, the green earth smell. All of these are present but which is it that dominates?
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Date: 2014-03-13 07:21 pm (UTC)I meant the Robin is Air; the seasons are alchemical, not hermetic, I say. Humor me! (Har har.) Moist & cold is Winter. Moist & warm is Spring. Dry & warm is Summer. Dry & cold is Fall.
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Date: 2014-03-13 10:26 pm (UTC)But I would tend to disagree concerning the Rada & Petro assumption - I think that you're thinking of the Robin-in-the-mud and the Robin-in-the-snow are faces of the same thing, birds of the same feather (Har har) but I'd contend that if they are totems - then their intention is different. Husserl... The intention is the thing, the Dasein of the Robin relies on its surroundings.
Although, I would posit that your analysis - that this is the turn of a different epoch, that's true.
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Date: 2014-03-13 10:47 pm (UTC)Also I'm probably more of a Platonist than is flattering to admit.
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Date: 2014-03-13 11:00 pm (UTC)It's one of those ur-ideas that has been extrapolated into a paradigm that's not always compelling, but that's clearly not the solitary evolution of that idea.
So you ask yourself, what's the Platonic Ideal Idea? And is there an idea that's so perfect that no part of it can be removed?
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