Little toy robot excels at walking straight ahead.
Go, little robot, go.
It’s got these batteries that never wear out, like in some commercial. And when it hits a wall, it just keeps walking.
Walking in place. It can do this forever, face up against the wall. Walking is what it does.
Walking, walking. It can do this for forty, fifty years, at least.
Then it gets turned around.
Boy does that feel good!
Go, little robot.
An old guy on the radio said naivety was what keeps us human.
He had passed through a concentration camp, and WWII in general, as a child, losing his parents in the process, and attributed the fact that he was still human to his naivety, and his ability to retain it.
Naive need not be a synonym for stupid, or an easy mark.
I wonder if I’m naive. I think so. Everyone likes to think they’re human, right?
Bill Gates says to the rabbi, so anyhow, now not only do I have all these loud tenants in my house, I have the goat, my in-laws, a giant beetle with the apple stuck in its side, a golem AAAAAYAND Bruno Schulz.
Oy, says the rabbi. Bruno Schulz is even more depressing than Kafka.
He makes Kafka look like David Sedaris, says Bill Gates.
I have a surprise for you, says the shadow.
He makes Kafka look like Amy Sedaris, says the rabbi.
He makes… says Bill Gates.
Ignore me at your peril, says the shadow.
The rabbi checks his book. Par for this hole is six, he says. I got stuck in the sand trap once here. I was in tears.
It’s a good surprise, says the shadow. You’ll like it.
Posted in Das Gehirn, Metamorphosism
Tags: bill gates, golf, Jungian psychology, rabbi, shadow
Nice thunderstorm last night, complete with lightning and thunder (duh) real close, and cloudbursts. In the middle of it all, I checked on the tortoise, to see if he’d gone into his house. He had not. He was atop his stone.
My interpretation was that he was just, you know, c’mon baby, who cares about a little storm!!?!
My wife’s was that he was protecting his stone from the elements.
I put both of them into his house.
This morning, after I finish my coffee, I’ll put his rock back in its usual spot. I’m afraid he’d never come back out of his house if I didn’t (he = tortoise, not rock).
(Apparently the rock = female).
A story of mine (“Immune”, a zombie love story) was just published online as a podcast at Words with JAM. What is especially awesome IMO is the musical piece that accompanies it.
I just walked past the Nobel Peace Prize awarded to the IAEA. It was calligraphed in a nice Italic hand, and colorful. I was going to make a joke about the Nobel Peace Prize’s track record, but what do I know about that? Maybe it’s a great thing.
Happy 50th birthday to UNCOPUOS. Could you guys maybe make space law a little less boring? Only slightly, because we all know about when things get too interesting. But at the moment, it’s hard to stay awake in your meetings. I think space law is the most boring thing ever, but my wife thinks SAP is the most boring thing ever.
I’m not complaining, though. Just saying.
but it was too depressing.
On the bright side, weather has been warm. The tortoise keeps eating the lupines, but they keep growing back. Not too many slugs on the lettuce yet, and nothing ate the radishes this year. Not much, at least. I mean, there’s still a little radish left this year, after you cut out the eaten parts.
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