Diary 8/29 to 8/30/22: Climate & ozone; boys need help; everything you know is wrong; the ambiguity of "truth"; Vanaja and Atonement on DVD
Diary 8/27 to 8/29/22: Caitlin Johnstone; insomnia; Wittgenstein's Notebooks; Caroline Winkler; dead Sequoias; bacteria and suicide? Feeling needy; current reading (maybe).
Diary 8/19 to 8/20/22: Climate terror; Toshiro Mifune; Hemlock Club; hygroscopic vs hydroscopic; a puzzle unsolved; quoting myself; the striatum overwhelmed? A curious dream.
Diary 8/12 to 8/14/22: Cognitive fatigue; sex education; Hunter Killer DVD; dreams; Hemlock Club; Camus; Chris Hedges and the collapse of civilization; signing up for tour of a gym.
Diary 5/30 to 5/31/22: Wittgenstein quote; concentrated animal feeding operations; Emma and Jauja on DVD; Eleanor Goldfield podcast on Roe; "the great resignation"; food warnings.
Diary, 5/1/22 continued: Caitlin Johnstone and our Ministry of Truth; suicidal children; how much do you want to know? Organic shake problems; thermometers that take batteries; longevity diet; The Haunting DVD.
Diary, 4/17 to 4/19/22: 800 books; censorship and isolation; depressing truth; the right targets; where is Orwell? befouled conscience and going vegan. The new fascism.
Hemlock Club; climate crisis; corporate profits; relieve suffering; I am a petulant child; a dream; insomnia; Marcus Aurelius quote and mental foundations; corporatocracy; Putin apologists and MSM.
"Lesbian love stories," Isabel Miller et al., methane terror, Greta Thunberg, Hap response disappointing, diarrhea, vegetarianism "not working," Zettelkasten Method, and "my Bullet Journal."
Hemlock Club report, Color Out of Space, Phantasm III-V, and Finding Forrester reviews, working on Kick Me, climate catastrophe, not much else, edited to remove dross.
Old western movies; mindfulness; news hunger, terror, and hate; false memories and sense of self; horror movie remakes; Hemlock Club fizzle.
I read some of Georges Bataille: Visions of Excess last night. As I expected, it’s quite weird, but much of it was also dull and obscure. I most enjoyed the selection “Sacrificial Mutilation and the Severed Ear of Vincent Van Gogh.” It tells not only of the famous Van Gogh incident, but also of a man who chewed off his own index finger, persons who put out their own eyes, and of human and animal sacrifice generally. The stories...
A dream: it’s Final Jeopardy, but the middle contestant says that he doesn’t have a pen. Alex Trebek springs into action, going behind the contestant’s kiosk (lectern?) and pulls things out from underneath, including a ring about as large as a soccer ball. I think that he’s looking for a pen, but apparently not: he then rolls the kiosk away to allow another to be brought in, and I am surprised...
Reading D Wallace-Wells: The Uninhabitable Earth: Life After Warming, after I ran out to buy Dahr Jamail: The End of Ice: Bearing Witness and Finding Meaning in the Path of Climate Disaster, then told myself that I needed first to read “the one I already just bought.” W-W says that extinction of the human species is pretty unlikely. I think he means as a direct result of climate change. I am, I think, more concerned about nuclear war as an extinction event than about the direct effects of climate change, which I think we might be able to cope with to a degree. But the war doesn’t have to happen, surely. In any case, it seems likely that I’ll have died before I see it happen.
Because Chris Hayes tonight is all about yet another mass shooting, I’m listening to a CD of selections from Liadov, Tcherepnin, and Rimsky-Korsakov (“Le Coq d’or” suite). Liadov is quite low-key, which I knew going in, from an LP many decades ago, but I still had hopes…. I passed on a Delius disk because “Dull, duller, Delius.” Actually, I like at least one of his, don’t recall which.
I’ve been depressed, I have to admit it. Around 6 pm I was ready to go to bed. But I got into Korzybski, finally, and now it’s 9:00. I stuffed myself with chocolate chip cookies instead of eating dinner. It’s been a long time since I’ve binged like that. How many cookies? About eight. Breakfast was also a mess—I felt kind of sick when I got up, so I started with two cookies and a banana. Then a diet Dr. Pepper...
After listening to twenty minutes of discussion on Thom Hartmann’s program about Joe Biden’s behavior towards the woman who has come forward to complain, here’s the point that I haven’t heard made: Where has this fool been, that he is so out of touch with feminist opinion? If he had any sensitivity toward the man-woman issue, he would have stopped that hands-on business decades ago. That he needs to be educated now, after a lifetime in the Democratic Party, speaks volumes to me. Patriarchy runs in his veins, it seems, and so he is the last candidate we need now.
A most pleasant surprise: Black Book, a WWII thriller with a stunning, charming, gutsy performance by 30-year-old beauty Carice van Houten. Very tense at times, with lots of twists and turns, lots of death, lots of bare bosoms. Good recreation of ’44 Holland. Happily, no concentration camps. Directed by Paul Voerhoeven of Starship Troopers … fame? I picked up this DVD somewhere cheap, perhaps the last library book sale. This one really got under my skin, well, she did, especially.
Reading Janet Malcolm: The Silent Woman: Sylvia Plath & Ted Hughes, Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1994, hc. This is a book that I had taken to Dagny’s as a donation, never having read it (though I might have started it), then, on a later day, I retrieved it. It’s peculiar, as much about the writing of the book as it is about Plath & Hughes. Correction: about the researching, nothing about writing. Now, halfway through, I quite like it, and last night I even read three of Plath’s poems, the first three of Ariel. Her poems are like tea leaves...