I kind of don’t know what I want to write about. There was an interesting scientific study which showed that people are more conservative (politically) after a couple of drinks, but that didn’t surprise me too much. The same survey showed that schoolchildren who scored low on IQ tests were more likely to grow up to be conservatives, and that didn’t surprise me, either. I remember those kids from school.
There has been an absolute wave of horrible racist incidents across America. The killings in Tulsa, offensive signs and graffiti re Trayvon Martin and Fox News referring to Michigan Nazis as a “white civil rights group” are 3 or 4 examples, but I don’t want to write about that because I don’t have anything to say that millions of others aren’t already saying: racism is a bad thing.
Legendary Crazy Person Aleister Crowley
So, I’ll just write about my weekend. It was a long one, it started Thursday, and this will be a short week, only 4 days, so great.
Anyway, weekend observations: One name that comes up whenever you talk about the esoteric is Aleister Crowley, like he is to the occult what Justin Bieber is to 15 year old girls but, amazingly, I’d never read anything by him. Well, I was looking through my book shelf, which consists mostly of books that have been left behind by other expats, and found something by him, so I started that. So far I’m pretty unimpressed but I’ll write a fuller review when I finish. We made a lot of progress on my next book – “Uncle Willie’s Very Silly Animal Poems” which I expect to have available online in a couple of weeks. It’s all written, now we’re just fiddling around with the pages and the pictures. Watched about 10 episodes of House, maybe half of which I hadn’t seen before. The whole romance thing between him and Cuddy is just too contrived. Went to the cottage for Easter. We went out bowling last night with my wife’s sister and her family. Nobody was really good. Many gutter balls were thrown and not all of them by the little kids.
One of the reasons I had to go is that my wife’s grandmother is 91 and not in good health. She’s a fantastic old lady. She writes poetry. Soppy, old lady poetry, but it’s very sweet, and upbeat. She seemed resigned to death, but not bothered. She was smiling the whole time. I guess she’s lived a good life. That’s all you can do.
It snowed. Seriously. The cottage isn’t really even up in the mountains – almost, but not quite. It was weird. It was like going back in time – about 3 weeks.
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