A new coffee, contemplating ‘grains’, and needing to tidy up. As for the last: I needed a postage stamp, which necessitated combing through a box of miscellany, leading Ms. S., whose box it was, to realize and proclaim that the office is in need of cleaning. In not so many words.
10:45; Ms. S. leaves for work. It’s a weird schedule we keep. A beautiful day, though, reviewed in reverse.
For some reason I am thinking of Zelazny. Tonight Ms. S. and I should finish the ‘Alien’ movies.
Earlier in the week I opened a can of pumpkin for some purpose.
I’m sure it will come back to me.
Ms. S. runs through acts I & II with a partial cast; Esmeralda slumbers 25 of 24 hours a day; Leaves sail and fall as if suggesting a more organic American beauty.
It feels earlier than it really is (9am). Food, friction, and philosophy.
Wednesday I rewatched ‘Thor,’ Ms. S. and I tried to watch ‘Anonymous,’ and today the ceiling thunders above us.
In summary: maintenance, movies, motivation, and Tex-Mex. A spoiler or two alluded to but not explicit.
It’s a various and sundry sort of day. It began sunny and turned toward cloudy; Esmeralda slumbers nonchalantly upon a sofa pillow as I type. I sip on an aged Belgian style tripel. It’s that sort of beginning to the week.
At the beginning of October a friend sent me an email about the TOS episode ‘Arena’ and how the TNG episode ‘Darmok’ might be seen as a less-macho gloss on it. Originally my reply was going to be a sentence or two, but I found myself putting together more than a few paragraphs on it, and while they do not form a coherent whole, let alone an essay of any sort, I thought I’d post them if not for posterity at least for my own reference.
