Wee Wisdom (23)
aphorisms and short reflections
* don't feed the domesticated humans i may have inadvertently created a new variety of daikon radish. i may call it Pink Serendipity technically all cooking is pre eaten food. this is an important symbolic fact i don't believe there are billions of people on the earth i keep forgetting that we're very far from normal, and we live a very strange life i know for a fiction people who only know me from these little quips probably imagine my fiction is quite cynical too (if they know it exists). but it's quite sincere and heartfelt. i think it's kind of like a conversation. you start with jokes but if you keep going by the end of the night you're quite deep. it's getting really crazy out here, things and people filling up with magic. the problem is some are filled with white magic, others with black magic. the laws of nature cannot be broken, but they can be bent. either through seduction, or force. therefore, choose wisely. the best things in life are free, and for that freedom, we pay dearly all roads lead somewhere i don't want to go, because there are already people there i haven't encountered it in a while but there's a specific type of bad taste to upper class people. it's amusing in a way, but not for long. silver spoon stuck up their arse. worse still is when it's adopted through social climbing. but i'm not talking about the crass new money. that's annoying too of course. but here it's about a certain faux classy lack of class. they'll all listen to the same Diana Krall cd while eating truffle scented asparagus and drinking expensive wine that tastes like sewage. (i should say i have nothing against Diana Krall. i even enjoy her music from time to time. just noting a pattern.) another defining thing is that they all insist that they are not, in fact, upper class. they don't really believe it, but feel the need to say that they are just like the rest of us. that and playing whatever racket based game is popular at the moment. the current one is paddle, i think. it used to be squash for a while. tennis of course is a mainstay. there are probably others but i can't remember off the top of my head. as an aside, and this i've only encountered once or twice because i'm a pleb, but when it's really old money, like royal blood old money, they'll be strangely down to earth, wear clothes handed down for generations and patched up many times, and the worse that can be said about them is that the men are a little effeminate and the women a little emasculate. it's interesting how the word outbreak is used for war and for disease. maybe we should start using it for other things that destroy nations and peoples. no country for bold men Okuninushi no mikoto is the ancient japanese god of healing who goes around tossing good fortune in the form of seeds from a large sack. Jesus, in other words. one thing people who've read my first book have consistently said is that it's original. that's because i never read a book on how to write books, and thus have no idea what i'm supposed to do or not do. i need a fretless guitar. i took the frets out of my first and loved it. but then gave it to a gypsy ten years ago or so. tried taking the frets off the ones i have now but can't. i'm highly uneducated. the work of a lifetime i used to follow some people and blogs just to 'take the pulse'. bad idea. there's no pulse. the patient is dead. usually when i go out on a limb it's a leg going all out and going all in are the same thing writing seance fiction scholarly paganism has got to be the gayest thing i've ever seen. just go to the woods and pray to the trees, come on. if i can do it as a christian, no pagan has any excuse.
