kingtycoon | When even is the last time I went on a train?

The thing itself

I got a kind of vision that helped me to understand that I'm going to conflate the 10 Types of Sub-Games within the RPG storytelling engine with the Tree of Life. So I'll probably work on that a bit & come up with something fantastic. I don't have a lot of time to work on it right now, but I've put a lot of work in. Chrysalis.

I got shingles. They diagnose this because you get, or anyway I got, these spontaneous burns all on my neck and flank that super-hurt, because it only shows up on one side. I tried to stop by the famous Cleveland Clinic on the way home monday but their walk up was closed so I left early on tuesday and they figured it all out. Chickenpox again. Well. It didn't hurt that bad & I guess I barely mind? But I did yell at the doctor who diagnosed me because I said I was too young for that. By yelled at I mean, I jokingly demanded that she leave the room and stop lying to me. She was a... good sport? I always seem to meet these doctors there & I really think they must just dispense cocaine to the doctors at the clinic. They're so intense & ready. Ready. Anyhow I wish there was a less gross name for what has happened, but it seems like it's almost done.

I think the reason I got this is because I'm terrifically overworked at work. I'm starting to get pretty irritated about it. I mean, it's whatever incremental stage of late capitalism — so I'm always looking for another job, but I get confused about what would be better. Part of the appeal of this place is that I don't, or didn't have to work hard. I only work hard for me, not for money.

When I saw on Facebook that Ursula LeGuin had died I was instinctively angry at the person who had told me. I was mad at them and mad at everyone else who mentioned it. That makes it true. My neighbor Lisa, who rides the bus with me & who is a women's studies prof down at case. (The funniest story about her is that Esther came over and we were walking the same way as Lisa& I put them onto talk about feminist communes (Esther is in one or two) and Lisa started talking about the one's she'd been in. I kind of fell back a pace on the sidewalk where they talked about strategies for interacting with the women in feminist communes. Anyway, I talk to Lisa about books & We were saying how it was sad about Ursula LeGuin, but she's not sentimental (lesbian feminists rarely are in my experience) and doesn't mind me breaking the news. Then we talk about Inana and religious prostitution & the nature of capitalism/patriarchy. It's nice to have that person on your walk to the grocery store, who talks with you about this stuff. Anyhow, I realized that I hadn't read the Dispossessed since actual childhood, since I was probably 14. So I picked up a copy and started reading it. On the bus on the way to work (I'm at work now, I'm not gonna work too hard today) I got through the second chapter where Shevek claims that a shared pain that all work through would do... something. I immediately started thinking about Mercerism — about the suffering of Wilbur Mercer in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep.

Also this will be the second book I read this year. I realized that I read about 10 books last year and now I feel like a dummy, so I'm gonna work on that.