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7 November 2008

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Current Mood:  enlightened

Well kids, after two years of campaign-related news dominating the airwaves, it’s going to be weird to not have it.  Two years!  I can remember Saturday mornings driving down 19th Ave. and all the candidates being the subject of so much of NPR’s “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me.”  Every Saturday morning.  For two years!  And soon there’ll be no Bush.  I guess we’ll have to find something else to talk about?  This week seemed to fly by, and I’m glad it’s already the weekend again.

I have to mention that I did start that book on death that I mentioned last week.  It’s called Staring At The Sun, and it knocked me on my ass.  I read it almost cover-to-cover in two days.  And I am going to read it all again very shortly, because there is so much to absorb.  It’s amazing how much of it struck chords in me.  It’s clear how much the fundamental and innate fear of our own mortality works its way into so many facets of our lives.  And so much of what has been going on with me the last few months can be tied back to it.  Like I said, it knocked me on my ass, and set the tone for my whole week.  It has given me a ton to think about.  Suffice it to say that I highly recommend it.  It’s valuable for everyone, not just those facing their own mortality or the passing of a loved one.

Halloween was quiet.  And I had a rainy, white-knuckle drive to and from Palo Alto in a heavy downpour.  Had a nice time at New Wave City and saw some friends.  But once I picked up that book, as I said, it set the tone for my whole week and weekend.  On Sunday afternoon, I went for a walk around the lake.  With a lot of new perspectives on my mind, I took extra time to explore the wooded areas I usually just pass by.  I came across some unexpected wildlife (which I later looked up and identified).  I saw a trio of the very odd ring-necked pheasant, which I at first mistook for a wild turkey.  I later came across a banana slug in my path.  And the highlight was seeing the strangest caterpillar I’ve ever seen up close.  He was trying to make his way across the street, which I couldn’t let him do.  After a few minutes of wrangling, I got him safe back into the bushes.  This is significant for reasons I will explain in some future blog.  But anyway, my point is that it’s astonishing what’s out there when you slow down and just take the time to look.  I’ve a lot of lessons left to learn.

On a lighter note, last weekend Super Troopers was on yet again.  I think I should just admit to myself that this has become one of my favorite comedies.   I’ve only ever seen it on television, but I seriously never get tired of it.  I’ve watched it back-to-back and still laughed out loud at parts.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I love it.

Ah well, while we’re on the subject of “things that are played ad nauseam on Comedy Central,” the quote of the week comes from Destructor in Futurama: The Beast with a Billion Backs.  I guess you had to be there.


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4 Comments to “Aponia”

  1. this blinkered lush... (Joyce)

    on my drive home the other day, i stopped by to say goodnight to my grandfather. the crypt/ mausoleum he is in is in the back part of the cemetary. the sun had long gone down and the shadows were getting longer. there was a little brown rabbit, whom i had seen before, but this time was just hanging out. there were a couple of deer making their way down from the hills, and it was very serene. i know when the rains come the hills will become green, and his, ”view,” will be beautiful. the day he was buried, my mother, brothers, and i went back to the crypt… amid the tears wesaw a pair of, ”golden eagles.” i’m sure they were some little hawks, but they were beautiful to watch flying in the sun. my grandfather grew tomatoes, when we were kids he would save the little tomato caterpillars in a milk jug for us. they’d have a little tomato habitat. they weren’t so gross back then. i’m rambling… glad yr in a good place Ben. 🙂

    • It’s amazing how nature can help put things in perspective for us. I don’t know why that is, but you think about how far our urban modern life is from the animals we were just a few thousand years ago… or even the farmers we were a few hundred years ago… We’re just so far removed from the simple experience of being around nature and wildlife and just observing it. When it must have been a daily part of life for our ancestors. OK, now I’m rambling, but I think I know what you mean. 😉

  2. * *Charlene DeeVille* *

    intersting blog…. I must read this book you mention……. after I lost both my parents watching my fathers last breath…… with his face grimacing,, and all…. I have a light hearted thought about death that I didnt have before losing somone close to me. It’s all part of the circle….. and … I cant Believe you mistook a pheasant of ANY sort for a turkey,,, there is a flock of wild turkey that hang out on my property all the time,,, and the other day nick was all upset when this large red tail hawk was on the ground trying to get my chickens… you gotta come out here some time and HICK up….. 🙂

    • That’s where I’m trying to get these days. Trying to accept death as a natural part of life. I can imagine that an experience like you’ve had with your parents would really drive that home. The “circle” view is the answer of course. I guess it’s one thing to “know” it. I think it will take me longer to really “accept” it, you know? By the way, I’m a little disappointed your comment didn’t come with a picture of Frankenstein on the farm, or my face pasted on Paris Hilton or something. 😀

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