Feel Like a Wednesday


Wednesday

“I do not know how far my experience is common. At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.”
― H.G. Wells

“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.”
― Paulo Coelho

“It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.”
― Lemony Snicket, The End

“It is said that scattered through Despair’s domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart. Despair says little, and is patient.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

Wednesday

Dream


“I dreamed I met a Galilean
A most amazing man
He had that look
You very rarely find
The haunting hunted kind” – Pilate’s Dream, Jesus Christ Superstar

Earlier this week, I had a dream that involved a cheerful campfire scene, but we weren’t roasting hot dogs over the fire. I remember saying mine was delicious in response to the question posed by a perky happy little girl.

The symbolic made literal? Sublimated rage? Freudian envy? Displaced desire? All I know is that was one very odd form of communion.

Last night, another.

It started as one of the recurring forest dreams that I thought I had left behind. Twilight. Voices up in the treetops. Being watched. Movement around me.

But this time, no nightmare figure, no chase, no one to confront (and thereby transform).

Instead, I entered a passageway down into and under the ground, where there was a cavern with a mirror of water surrounded by candles in the center. I did not touch its surface, but I looked into it.

My form was changed. The details of my appearance were blurred and rounded, so that it was like looking at a version of me as a doll. The eyes and mouth and hair blurred into insignificance, but the flesh was hyper-detailed and moving slightly, independently.

There was a gash across my chest – not above my heart but on the other side, halfway down my breast and 4-5 inches across.

I couldn’t stop looking at the damage. The wound was horizontal and neat, and I could see layers and layers of skin and flesh and structures underneath that were far too complicated and convoluted to have much to do with real anatomy. There was no blood. There was no pain. There was movement within.

I was afraid to probe the damage, and I didn’t know how to fix it. The doll in the water mirror said “I’m sorry.” The candles flared up, and sputtered out.

“Turn Around,” They Might Be Giants

I was working all night in my office
When a man I had recently killed
Called me up from a phone near my building
So I looked out the window at him

He had the same obsequious manner
That was the reason I had him killed
So to calm my nerves, I sang this song
To him over the phone

Turn around, turn around
There’s a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
It’s a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground, turn around

I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of the neck

And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down she played a xylophone
And sang me this song

Turn around, turn around
There’s a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
It’s a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground, turn around

We were waving our arms out the window
Of a fast moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible fashion
Until the engineer whose back had been turned

And who we thought would find us highly amusing
Quickly swiveled his head around
And his face which was a paper white mask of evil
Sang us this song

Turn around, turn around
(‘Round, ’round)
There’s a thing there that can be found
(There’s a thing there that can be found)
Turn around, turn around
(‘Round, ’round)
It’s a human skull on the ground
(It’s a human skull on the ground)
Human skull on the ground, turn around
(‘Round, turn around, turn around)

Turn around, turn around
(‘Round, ’round)
There’s a thing there that can be found
(There’s a thing there that can be found)
Turn around, turn around
(‘Round, ’round)
It’s a human skull on the ground
(It’s a human skull on the ground)
Human skull on the ground, turn around
(‘Round, turn around, turn around)

Mass Die-offs of Wildlife


Can anyone tell me what is really going on with all these mass deaths of fish and birds and so on?

It’s being mapped on Google Maps, with links to news reports.


View Mass Animal Deaths in a larger map (Thanks to Phillip for the link)

I haven’t seen a single theory that makes any sense at all.

Grey Heron


The grey herons like the grounds of where I work.

This one has a million little feathers dripping down its long neck. What an amazing bird.

Olbermann Coolness


On its own, it was a very cool tweet by Keith Olbermann:

Roald Dahl is one of my childhood favorites. I am still very fond of vermicious knids.

I replied to the tweet:

He answered almost immediately:

Seven is the perfect age for a very smart kid have written to Dahl. I already love Keith, but this added yet another layer of respect. I wish I’d thought of it!

I’m really hoping that he reads the correspondence on the show. His literary readings have been very enjoyable to me, but this would be extraordinary.

Click to follow Keith Olbermann’s tweets (I was one of the first!).

I’m all glowy – Keith replied to me!!! <3

The New Response to a Facebook Add Request


I admit it. I added people just to have enough players in games. I might have created lists for different kinds of trust levels in the network, but I still added people I really only knew in a superficial way, or didn’t really know at all.

One list is for people from high school – whatever happens with any of them is what people used to call “a trip” -always a journey of some kind, sometimes delightful, sometimes challenging. Sometimes I discover that there is really a lot more to like, or to learn, about someone. Sometimes it seems that whatever used to resonate between us in friendship is just gone. Another is a set of sometimes-intersecting groups of people who share a type of religious or organizational history with me, or perhaps even just an idea or interest. Some are friends from places I’ve lived, learned, worked – or just in the pathways of life. There are folks who are recommended as a potential mutual friend. There are, of course, the apps people. And others where the reason has escaped me; some of those have become friends over time.

I’ve defriended some people. I’ve been defriended too. It’s all good.

However – after two nights under a full moon – a moon of love, after all, in the spirit of Diana or Athena… I had an idea. It might have been the lightning. The thunderstorms. The synergy of thoughts.

I decided to respond to a friend add request with something more interesting than usual. It’s an experiment. Some may call me a snob or an elitist (do I care about your defensiveness if my response is “yea, I don’t think so?” A little. Not much.). Time is short, and thriving is difficult. It’s ok to have placeholder keep-in-touch Facebook friends. I don’t need to be in close contact with everyone. However, I want friendships that are fun, enriching, beneficial – or at least entertaining. There are all sorts of levels of interaction. From now on, there must be a reason that you’re not on the chaff list, to be – eventually – defriended.

There is a whole world of new etiquette through social networks, especially Facebook. It’s in development, changing rapidly. This is a time when such an experiment – just for my own interest, curiosity, and occasional amusement – might say something. What? I don’t know. Let’s see.

As a thought experiment, imagine if you sent your own version of this as a response! Oh, and current FB friends: Feel free to message me there in answer to this too – that would be interesting!

Do Your Own Version of a Friend Request Response

Thank you for the friend add request.

You look from your picture as though: Pick all that apply (you might have a sense of humor, you’re a fan of KISS, you’re part of a trusted group of mutual friends, etc.).

I’m responding because: Pick all that apply (we have mutual friends that I like, trust and respect; we have mutual interests; Apps; or other – specify).

Did someone recommend me as a friend to you? Are you using “Friend Finder?” Why, in fact, are you requesting to be added as a friend?

If I should decide not to add you – or in the future decide to defriend you – would you be interested in a farewell note in which an authentic explanation is offered to you? Or would you choose that I depart silently? Please indicate your preference.

Best, Heidi

Pros and Cons: If I’m wrong about the interpretation of a quick read from a photograph, it could be embarrassing. However, since I have no idea who the requester might be, other than what I can derive from a photo and any viewable pieces of the profile, I think it’s fair to describe first impressions.

Would such a response to a friend add request yet shock the recipient? I think it might, but I’m not sure.

Would posting this on the blog attract trolls? Maybe, hope not. I deleted something like “If you don’t follow my thought process, speak now.” It’s kind of mean, and needlessly antagonistic, for a first encounter.

Such a note is what I will send henceforth (can I get a trumpet, some graceful uncurling flag?). I can’t believe something like this didn’t occur to me before. I had a very basic version, but nothing that got to the heart of the matter.

I’ll keep the responses to myself, until such time as there is anything to say about it. If there is anything worth writing about, that would be fab.

Is there anything you’d add to this? Something I’m forgetting? Comment with your thoughts and ideas!

New Fungi in the Backyard


This place seems to generate new lifeforms every year! The oaks are covered with about four different kinds of fungi. When it rains for a few days, all kinds of things spring up. I’ve posted about mushrooms before.

Today I found a new variety of mushroom in the oak leaves. They look almost like coral and they are covered with tiny little black winged insects. Any guesses?

Victoria Jackson – Wow~!


I always loved Victoria Jackson on Saturday Night Live – but of course I thought her persona was a put-on for comic effect.

Guess what? It doesn’t look that way. This display actually makes me feel more sorry for, and a little bit less angry at, the people that have been so woefully misled.

I could parse this whole thing, but why? See for yourself. Sadness.

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