It’s Saturday morning. I’m drinking my second cup of coffee. The third is still in the pot, ripening. The radio is on, tuned to WBOI, 89.1 FM. I’m at my laptop. I just finished peeking at the WikiLeaks web site. I felt like a naughty boy for a few minutes, until I became absorbed in a couple of interesting cables about foreign officials and US policy. Then I forgot about feeling naughty and started thinking about US foreign policy and US security measures regarding the protection of documents that are intended for a few eyes only. The WikiLeaks site seems well organized and it looks good, aesthetically speaking. Make your own decisions about whether they’re doing anyone a favor or are endangering all of humanity with the posting of the cables. I suppose if you listen to news accounts of the content of the cables, you are part of the conspiracy anyway.
I just checked my location with my BlackBerry Maps app. I verified that, yes, I am at my residence. I was hoping I would be. Otherwise, I’d have to figure out how I found my way to someone else’s home without realizing it.
A receipt from McDonalds is on the table next to me. The total charge is $1.83. $1.69 of that is for “1 EGG CHEESE BISCUIT” and $0.14 is for “Tax.” That receipt represents a very rare event. On that same table is a copy of “Funny Times.” Also on that table is a copy of “The New Republic,” issue December 2, 2010, and a copy of “The New Yorker,” issue November 15, 2010, both partially read. Two stacks of music CDs are also on the table. One stack includes America’s Greatest Hits and Gorecki’s Symphony No. 3. The other stack includes Summer of Love, Volume I and Stereolab’s Emperor Tomato Ketchup.
Snow was falling a few minutes ago. The pond is still frozen and probably will be for quite a long time. The geese and ducks have gone elsewhere. When we lived near Houston, Texas, we used to see thousands of geese arriving in late fall after their journey from the north. I’m not sure what’s seen in Texas these days, but it seems that geese stay here much later in the year than in the past. If they can continue to find food, they don’t have to go anywhere.
I’m up to Page 492 of 871 in “Tom Jones.” Tom is by far the most coincidence prone character I’ve seen in a very long time. I’m sure he will encounter a few more coincidences before he finishes his long and eventful journey.
I just poured the third cup out of the pot and discovered it’s only a half cup. Perhaps the other half evaporated. I should have poured sooner.
A discussion of cancer is underway on the radio. “Environmental stressors” is the main subject. Sunlight, diet, air pollution, ground pollution, and other things we live with can kill you. Jeesh.
I’m trying to get psyched up about the Power Yoga class I’ll attend at 11:15 this morning. I know how it will feel when I’m doing it, and that’s kind of frightening. I also know how I’ll feel afterwards, and that’s comforting. Before I go, I’ll spend a few minutes on my inversion table. There’s nothing like observing the world while hanging upside down. I wonder why sounds don’t seem inverted when I’m in that position.
I just nuked a double dose of oatmeal. It’s cooling now and will be ready for consumption in a few minutes. I’ll sprinkle a bit of black pepper on it. A wheat English muffin, lathered with Olivio, will accompany it. After I eat, I’ll take a Norvasc, 5 mg.
Then I’ll be ready for the rest of Saturday.