Lake Monona in Madison, WI. Sat around nuzzling itself for over 30 minutes
The brain can only function excellently…at its highest capacity and energy, when it is completely secure…when it is not believing, or holding onto some illusions, some concepts/beliefs/fate…some fantastic ideas. Or- the ideas of Marx, and Lenin, [krishnamurti,] and so on. Or- our own democratic ideas and holding onto them.
“haha Ian I love being in public with you it’s so funny and weird”
“what’s THAT supposed to mean”
“the way you just yell up at crows and talk to them”
“i talk AT them I do not talk TO them”
“i’m serious. i talk AT them. i can’t talk to animals”
“uh huh. i’m suspicious”
Today’s weather/appearance feels like a gift. Big, wide blue sky…A tiny breeze that feels much more spring than summer, but the direct sunlight casts away obligations to sleeves. Although I do have sleeves with me – haven’t gotten sunscreen yet so I keep the jean jacket with me to save my skin. My face/ears/etc are still unprotected from the cooking but hey, I’m on the shady side of the porch for now. Cars going by every few moments are quite unsettling and unwelcome. The sound and smell of them is worse to the senses but their inherent priority status is pain to the soul. After all – cars seem to decide how places are designed. Cars run the roads at all hours, embody human self centeredness, and
shut up, Ian
Moving on. The grid of the street irritates me today. Birds chirping – a few across the street. A single chirp perhaps 2 times per 1-2 seconds. A bit hard to hear on each chirp, like a chime or a chord (which I myself cannot piece apart with my own ear, though many humans can). A bit moist – the sound, I mean. At this moment a few young girls pass by the house –
“How do you say orange, anyway? Do you say OHrange or AHrange?”
I wonder if their ‘ew’ and subsequent linguistic assessment was because of the discarded orange peel over by the street. Now a few birds back here by the porch.
A crow yelling. Reps of at least 6-7. I notice that same pairing of 2 staccato calls, preceded by one call, like this:
let the record state this all was completed in 9 minutes