One of my self-imposed rules for this blog is that I will only write about topics where my opinion is somehow original, an angle that is being overlooked by the punditocracy. Today’s news stories offer me little inspiration. Sure, that crook Jamie Dimon should resign from the Fed, but I’m hardly the 1st person to say that. Mitt Romney is being super slimy with his insinuations that Obama and Clinton don’t get along, but it seems like half of my columns lately are about just what a weasel Willard is and besides, I don’t really care if the two are bosom buddies, as long as they work well together. I’ve heard that Abbott and Costello couldn’t stand each other, either. I considered writing about the Greek Nazi party’s strong showing in recent elections, but I’m sure that my opinion on that (Greek Nazis are not very nice people) is the majority one, and where’s the fun in that? I tried to think of something humorous and/or profound about lightning striking French President Hollande’s plane, but I haven’t really formed an opinion on him yet and lightning strikes the righteous as well as the douchebags. So, I’ll just write about my day.
It was a pleasant day. I only had 4 classes scheduled and 2 of them canceled. My 9 a.m. student called me just after 8, but said don’t worry about it, I’d get paid anyway, so that pleased me, and I actually got a couple of things done in the a.m.: did a little proofreading, wrote a short poem and finally finished that piece of crap Aleister Crowley book I’ve been reading, “Moonchild”.
The poem goes like this:
We are what we are,
what will be, will be
it is what it is – tautology
Anyway, next time the conversation turns to the occult and somebody mentions Aleister Crowley, they’re going to get an earful. His talk about magic is mostly various stylings on voodoo, with some of the mumbo-jumbo in Latin and Greek, but he doesn’t really make it real or believable. Also, he was an unbelievably sexist pig and I’m not buying that “context of the times” line in this case. It was 1917, not ancient Greece.
He says, several times, out of the mouths of both good guy characters and bad guy characters, that women like being beaten – makes them feel appreciated. That’s the reason, according to Crowley, that the Suffragettes “provoked” the police.
The man was an asshole, plain and simple.
Walked to my 2nd class, unhurried, sat in the park for a while.
After that, I had a new class. That’s always interesting, just in the getting there for one thing. It will get boring soon enough, but today it was a pleasant change of pace.
And that was that. And this is this.
