This evening, my socks made a squeaking sound against the worn, smooth leather insoles of my sandals, every time I walked. This was due mostly to the fact that I tracked through the somewhat-waxy organic “flying insect” spray that lay spattered across my kitchen floor, used a fair bit in battle with an errant wasp flying around the house.
Another night of calm, which was a good change from the non-stop days at work, through the weekend. Today is not Monday, it is Saturday+2, as far as I reckon. It’s kind of like an ultraviolet wavelength at the end of a spectrum. It’s there, but surreal, not really tangible…
Didn’t watch football, this evening. Instead went to the bookstore. Drank my “pumpkin spice” flavoured coffee. Bought some more CDs that were on sale, cheap: The Velvet Underground and Nico, Sublime Robbin’ The Hood and re-purchased Tom Petty’s Full Moon Fever, to replace my severely scratched vinyl copy.
Also bought a book, Anger – Wisdom for Cooling the Flames, by renowned Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh. I’ve always wanted to read some Hanh, and this seemed as good a choice as any. Kerouac once talked about enlightenment, and basically came to the conclusion that his failing was that “I like girls“. I, on the other hand, dislike idiot drivers. If this is my failing, perhaps the Bodhisattva is not far off, right? Doubtful! Nonetheless, perhaps this will give me a new way to look at things.
Looked for some stuff by Yoder, but nothing of particular interest, only Christology and beginning theology stuff. I want to read what he has to say about peace and/or war.
Talked with a friend with whom I’ve lost touch, over the past few years. Paths have just diverged a bit. May meet with her, and a friend of hers/ours, this week. Said friend is a cool guy, the kinda guy who gives you his copy of Bitches Brew, without hesitation, after one relatively brief (albeit dynamic) evening discussion about music. Selfless, you know.
I want to do good. Not well, but good.
Doing both would be fine with me, however.