Hubris and Gnosis
and psychohypnosis
the land of livejournal
is not in the knowsis
if your holding bag’s handy
you may need some doses
the minister’s daughter
is missing some toeses
there’ll be fewer survivors
than midwinter roses
Hubris and Gnosis
and psychohypnosis

Things seen on the walk this morning… looks like road construction is completed over on Atlantic, so I can take my ‘regular route’ again tomorrow. Lots of car traffic, but minimal pedestrians. I stopped in at the Walgreens, got a big honking bottle of water (1/2 gallon jug) and polished it off before I was halfway home… I think I’m going to try to cut down and slowly wean out soda-pop again.

Lots of little things on my mind, like fizz-bubbles in a soda. I move my mind to one thing, and a different bubble spins up, and gets in the way, making me think of something else. Story ideas, character studies.

Just did a little research… I’ve noticed that I’ve posted at least once a day (I’d say my average is maybe 5 a day) since mid-august of last year.

I wonder if I’ll make it a whole year without breaking stride? I also notice that I’ve plateaued with readers… I’ve been at about this number for the last few months… some come and some go, but the count remains the same. I notice that some people run away when I go on a post-frenzy (more than ten in a day seems to be what it takes) and I can understand that… I’m amazed that so many people really care about anything I have to say, and share my taste in what I find to be amusing. I feel good about that.

In other news, I just got an e-mail that a hippie acquaintance of mine died of a heroin overdose early this week… It’s a real shame, because I thought he had gotten past that part of his life, cleaned up in a detox about a year ago. I don’t know the whole story, but what I do know is that he was between places to live, having had an argument with his dad (Mikey was 26, and had moved back in with his father, last I’d heard). I guess he started using again as a result. I had really thought he’d gotten his act together… He was going to a trade school to be an electrician, had a girlfriend… I wonder how she’s taking it (I never even met her, he hooked up when he moved back up north.)

Ah well, his funeral is a long distance away…I can’t attend, but I’d better make arrangements to send flowers, and make a donation to the local shelter in his memory today. Maybe I should call his father, but I really don’t know him. How sad to outlive your child… and to part on what I assume were less than warm and fuzzy terms.

I’m really not too sad about this, maybe it hasn’t sunk in yet, more disappointed in the loss… a waste of a good, useful member of society. He was going to make a point of being more of a benefit to the species than a drain on it. He was friendly, and good company even with strangers. I hope you’re in a better place now, Mikey.

Well, I’m back on my schedule of waking up early to synch with my sweetheart, and to go on walkies while she’s tooling into work.

sun’s just getting up. I’ll be cruising out ther from 8 to 9 this morning.

pervicacious pur-vih-KAY-shus, adjective:
Refusing to change one’s ideas, behavior, etc.; stubborn; obstinate.

Pervicacious is from Latin pervicax, pervicac-, “stubborn, headstrong,” from root pervic- of pervincere, “to carry ones point, maintain ones opinion,” from per-, “through, thoroughly” + vincere, “to conquer, prevail against” + the suffix -ious, “characterized by, full of.”