Saturday, February 15, 2020

Saturday, February 15, 2020

 Well, shoot. Another day where I really don't have anything kicking around my noggin screaming and clawing to get out. Ah, but we persevere and the Work must be done.

 I don't really understand why. I'm in a fairly decent mood, if that sort of exhausted tired that I can't figure out where it comes from or what causes it. The professional consensus is I'm bored and need to do something to stimulate myself. The Therapist cheerleads another Trip like I took last year. I certainly won't take on something as monumental as that, but I guess I am about do to get off this Hill before I start climbing the walls.

 I'm not sure where I'd go. Portland or San Francisco would be too much to drive again, and honestly I'd rather drive than fly. I like to ramble, have a destination but no path, and fill it in as I go along. That was the best part of last year's Big Trip, just wandering around and seeing what I could see. I'd get a wild hair first thing in the morning and spend the rest of the day going to Woody Creek seeing much of rich-as-hell-but-incredibly-beautiful mountain country in Colorado along the way.

 Anyhow, I got a buddy in Vegas and I'd like to see more of that. It would give me the chance to do the Southwest sweep I had initially planned for the Big Trip but wound up calling off. See my people down in New Orleans for a couple days, swing through places of importance like San Antonio and Tombstone, maybe see more of the Grand Canyon.

 Ain't going to lie, the main reason I skipped that on the Trip was because by the time I left California, I was worn out and tired of driving. I just wanted to be home or, at the very least, not have to be on the road anymore. Another big part of it was the amount of medicine I had in the car, I had no desire to go near the Border and deal with the Border Patrol fascists down there. I forget what it was, but something foul happened down there while I was in North California and it just wasn't worth the risk.

 Anyhow. I haven't even looked at the News so I have no idea what's going on, apart from Trump quoting someone quoting Ralph Waldo Emerson and he's decided it means someone's calling him a king. Which it's not, but he doesn't know and his herd doesn't care because it's "owning the libs", and that's the only thing that matters to them. Doesn't matter how dumb or unsettling whatever he says is, so long as the libs are owned, the humanoids are happy. Or, as happy as they get, anyway. Miserable bunch of bastards who's only joy is seeing suffering in others.

 The Coronavirus seems to be leveling off according to the World Health Organization, so that's some good news. The disease springing from the virus, COVID-19, has spread to more than two dozen countries and, as right now, officials still have no way to deal with it. However, WHO says China's method of containing the disease "bought the world some time" if we only will use it. The country where it originated marks over 66,000 cases and over 1,500 deaths at last count, the bulk of the world figures. So don't get snooty.

 Here's a neat interview with Philip K. Dick from 1977. He's in France talking about how his work was better received there than in America and how his paranoia of being watched by the government and police - which he was, matter of fact - evaporated after Nixon resigned. In his Exegesis and the 1981 novel VALIS, he refered to it as "the Black Iron Prison," essentially claiming the world never moved on from the Fall of Masada in 74 CE, everything since is an illusion overlaying this reality. Well... maybe. It could very well just be a metaphor coming from a guy who thinks God or a satellite or a satellite that is God implanted lost wisdom in his brain via a pink laser beam, so who knows. Read it yourself and decide.

 I didn't wind up playing any games last night but I did get a wild hair from reading this piece from the New Republic. So I went to Tumblr, and pounded out this jeremiad over why defeating Trump at the box office is just the first step. We need to completely dismantle the Republican party and the Modern American Conservative infrastructure if we hope to evolve at all as a culture. Dick didn't live long enough to see Reagan, much less Bush Junior or Trump, and I wonder what he'd say about the Black Iron Prison now. Anyhow, check it out and encourage my behavior.

 The rain's gone but the effect continues, especially in Jackson. Lots of flooding going down there just from the runoff from the rain playing hell with the Pearl River. It's been declared a state emergency and is a massive pain, but everyone down there seems to be dealing with it well enough and keeping on higher ground. Stay dry if you're in that way.

 Here in Enon Holler, though, it was sunny and cool but not cold. Me and Otis took us a nice constitutional, had a nice nap, and, hey, I've blown away my word count. So that's that, I suppose, and we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Friday, February 14, 2020

Friday, February 14, 2020

 So, it's Valentine's Day. Does anyone really like Valentine's Day? I mean, beyond the people making money off it, like candy makers and romantic restaurants, they must love it. But most you see is either people moaning about being single on V-Day or MRA dudes getting their knickers in a twist because that's what they do.

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Thursday, February 13, 2020

The temperature's dropped significantly and it seems the rain is done with us until Tuesday or so. Around Jackson and the Pearl River, as well as near Lake Oktebbeha there's worries of the dam there bursting once everything finishes running downstream. Here in Enon Holler, though, all we have to worry about is drying out soon enough to maybe get some work done.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

  Well, it's still raining, alternating between misting and pissing down, but always raining. It's cold and grey, and the world is getting increasingly weird. Not in the fun, cool "man, that sky is so blue, have you ever thought about hands" kind of weird. A disturbing weird, a weird that doesn't know if you're actually necessary anymore.

Monday, February 10, 2020

Monday, February 10, 2020

 After two days of sunny relief, the rain is back with a vengeance. It poured so much that the day went from a Mose Allison one straight into a Charles Mingus one. Believe you me, get Mingus out in the country is a pretty fierce rain indeed.

 We spent the morning put a new front door in with my Uncle, Momma's surviving brother. It has a little doggie door because Momma's tired of having to call me in to let Otis back in after he's decided he doesn't like being outside alone. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to grasp the concept. He'll see the cat and sit there losing his mind, not even paying the door any mind as he scratches at the bottom. I've had to push him through, and he still fights me. Ain't that a helluva note?

 For whatever reason, the Jukebox in the Corner of My Mind is working today. Used to, anytime I'd take a nap, I'd wake up with a song playing in my head. One of Alabama's last chart toppers was called "Jukebox In My Mind". I always thought that was apropos to my particular tastes in music and, more importantly, listening to music. I like variety. I want to hear Motorhead followed by George Jones followed by Art Blakely. I can't imagine people who listen to one or two albums over and over.

 I would always tell myself I'd start writing about those songs when they'd pop up, but before I got loose of the bayous, I never could make myself do it. Of course, once I decided to actually do it, the songs stopped coming. Somewhat coincides with the return of dreams, I wonder if they're connected. In any event, they came back today, and they'll be at the Tumblr site. Today's offerings are "Come Back To Us, Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard" by John Prine and, when I finish it, "Pray For Me Mama (I'm A Gypsy Now)" by Jason & The Scorchers.

 Well, what else? News? Oddly enough - or thankfully enough - there doesn't seem to be a whole lot going on today. The Coronavirus continues to spread, taking lives, and, far as I can tell, scientists and doctors are no closer to finding something to fight it. Both parties are camped out in New Hampshire tonight in preparation for tomorrow's primaries. Trump's having one of his usual Assemblies of the Faithful, telling the usual lies the crowd eats up like Sugar Babies. As for the Democrats, the odds are leaning towards a shootout between Bernie Sanders and Pete Buttigieg with Elizabeth Warren pulling up third. Joe Biden seems to have already thrown in the towel in the Granite State but promises big things once we come down South.

 One thing that's again being ignored in this presidential election is the African American vote. This is, of course, nothing new. Trump loyalists are calling for him to get as high as 40 percent of the vote, but I wouldn't put money on this because not everyone thinks he's as magical as they do. Right now, Trump has like a 7 percent approval rate among black people and I really don't see him turning that molehill into a smallish hill, much less a mountain.

 Like every other white person who thinks they know all that needs knowing, I don't have a good bead on who might get the black vote. Were I still in New Orleans, I'd have more input, but on this Hill? Not so much. I'm seeing, however, a fairly even split between Biden, Warren and Sanders online. Time will tell, I guess. It's too bad the Democrats can't seem to realize that the most loyal voters they have is black voters and if they'd concentrate on issues that improve the black situation in America, other people would come right along. In any event, they need to stop chasing the "working class vote" which invariably means middle-class white people. We are not to be trusted.

In other news, Trump's using his "victory" in the impeachment business to launch another ridiculous budget, a $4.8 billion monster that promises more tax cuts at the expense of food stamps, student loans and Medicaid. Among other things, this budget will push the deficit to past $1 trillion dollars, but since deficits only matter during Democratic administrations, I don't really know if this actually means anything, I ain't going to lie.

 Finally, some folks are sort of put out that not one single Republican Congress critter spoke out against Trump's weekend head-piking of "disloyal" actors like Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman and UN Ambassador to the European Union Gordon Sondland. Both mean testified against Trump in the impeachment and, just like Mitt Romney, Trump and his howling sycophants are calling for his blood. The only thing that really confuses me is why anyone would think a single GOP politician would chasten Trump on this matter, knowing The Base would eviscerate them come election time. Y'all are asking for more spine than the average politician has, much less conservative politician.

 We're looking at more rain tomorrow. Matter of fact, we're looking at heavy rain until sometime Thursday and there's all sorts of concerns over potential flooding, especially since we've barley dried out from last week's drenching. Stay on high ground if you're in the path, beloved, because the sun will shine again eventually.

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Sunday, February 9, 2020

 I ain't going to lie, beloved, but I woke up in a foul mood. Whatever cheap funk that's been hanging around since the first of the year kicked me in the teeth this morning. There was all expectations of this being one of those dark, tedious dirges I've been singing lately because I'm not interested in today's news, so far. But, I got wired & inspired, and took a nice constitutional with Otis. It improved my mood greatly.

Saturday, February 8, 2020

Saturday, February 8, 2020

 Bleh. I am just not in the mood for the world today. Not in the mood for Trump's foolishness, not in the mood for the awful government Mississippi has to deal with, not interested in the foul rot at the heart of American identity, not interested in books, games, movies, none of it. I don't know why. I don't even feel depressed, just tired. We're just going to get our numbers and hope tomorrow's more worthwhile.

Friday, February 7, 2020

Friday, February 7, 2020

 I don't know who or why, but some read the tar out of this blog yesterday. I got 164 hits, which not only destroys that all previous records of hit-per-day but also more hits than I usually get in a month. I surely do appreciate it, whoever you are and why ever you did. Tell your friends and relations. Most of the time it's more interesting than yesterday's half-baked gibberish, too. Well, sometimes.

Thursday, February 6, 2020

Thursday, February 6, 2020

 I'm not going to lie, beloved. I've had a long day and I am beat. So, we'll keep this short and maybe look at the horror that is America 2020 tomorrow.