Apology and synopsis…

I apologize to (all) my devoted reader(s) about the long gap in entries. It’s been a strange week, full of realizations, responsibilities and the usual things that can clog up one’s free time.
But all is well here in Somewheresville. Here are some notes…

1. The X-Files made a huge mistake when Chris Carter began filming in Los Angeles, instead of Vancouver. From what I’ve read on-line this had to do with David Duchovny’s whining about the weather and the amount of rain he had to endure. Also Gillian Anderson’s hair is naturally curly, but Dana Scully’s, her character, is not. I guess they had some issues with friz on the set. To both of them I say “Sphlllt!”. Following season 6, all the episodes were filmed in or around California, which gave them that horrible generic feel of the California outdoors. We have all seen it, think ‘Little House on the Prairie’ and all the rest. It all seems too manicured or something. Boring…And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the story lines started getting way too comic and lighthearted for my taste. It’s as if LA went to their heads and they all suffered some kind of IQ drop. Gone are the days when Mulder is pursuing the Holy Grail. It’s as if he has entered some sort of 12 Step program for the paranormal. He has come to accept his belief in Little Green Men, and he can’t change them. What I really want is more episodes using all the info we know about the two agents–ace pathologist and skeptic and the best serial killer profiler to have his sister abducted by aliens. This is a futile wish, however, because soon I will be embroiled in season 8, Mulder will be gone, and Scully will be soon to follow. No wonder they folded after #9. They ran out of ideas. They took the Myth-Arc as far as they could take it.

2. My first college class in over 20 years is tomorrow at 4PM. I will be sitting down with my faculty mentor, Dr. Charles Fox, and discussing early Greek Philosophy, up to Aristotle. I have spent the last 4 weeks reading, highlighting, and taking notes. I think I’m the only student that he has for this semester, and since this is a seminar-type program, it is sanctioned by the college. For the life of me I can’t seem to remember much of my reading. I hope that this isn’t reflected in my question/answer session with prof. I’ll certainly log an update tomorrow evening.

3. Haiku…missed on Tuesday, but here they are. They have been waiting in the wings, with Zen-like patience, nodding their heads and smiling…

#220.
In the chilly fall,
I wrap warm thoughts around me,
like soft summer nights.

#177.
The joy of sunshine,
the foolishness of the rain;
sudden autumn clown.

#208.
I wake before light,
before the cock crows morning,
and breathe in the dark.

Johnnyboy

The weekend that was…

After all the self-centered loathing of the past 3 or 4 days I think I am beginning to put these things behind me. My own fears are just that–my own. Apparently my favorite noon meeting is going on just fine without me, and why shouldn’t they, fer cryin’ out loud! I still haven’t heard from either my sponsor or any of those really involved about my wierd mass emailing of an amends. I did hear from some folks, just not the ones…hmmm…let it go…let it go…

I spoke tonight at a meeting in Connecticut, and boy did I need to do that. I needed to blurt out a little honesty to people that have no idea about the context, but only hear the craziness and the confusion that can come to someone like me, still newly in sobriety. I guess I can fool myself into thinking that I have a handle on things when really I have nada.

I’ll spend the next few days reviewing my philosophy text for class on Friday.

I’m also finishing up a model, an Ansaldo Balilla A-1, an Italian fighter plane from the First World War. It’s quite beautiful and looks like a boat with wings. All varnished wood and linen. Very pretty, but cut up the skies pretty well for its time. I’ll post a pic when I get it finished.

My mother feeds Sweetie Pie too much, and I find little kitty gag wads of half digested Science Diet kibble around the place. Apparently the cat makes a pleading cry and mom feeds her. This is all very Pavlovian. I’ve left a note reminding her to feed her 1 cup of food all day.


Now my italic thingy is stuck! What is going on here? Ok, now it’s off. I don’t get it. It should be italicizing as I write, seeing as the little icon is highlighted, but no, I have to get the different one. Why does mine always have to be different?

Johnnyboy