Sunday, July 7, 2013


In the midst of all this madness, I missed a quiz for my Coursera course of The History of Rock, and I think I won't pass the class. Which is more funny than anything else to me. I did well on all the quizzes, but I missed the deadline for a quiz due to the emotional fracas around. Oh well. I have started another class about the veracity of photography or the image, but I have only listened to the first week and I will have some catching up to do.

Another remarkably hot day. I again rotated between the porch and the air conditioned area. It's just muggy enough to stop one in one's tracks. And make one very very stupid. 

All in all, a quiet day. I wasn't able to get in touch with John, who is working on the Holbrook house by himself. Mel was back at work and had a stellar day financially.

I had a rough night, psychologically, last night, but did finally fall asleep. The litany of failure, fear, and regret is so familiar these nights. Having the slightest bit of hope and/or patience is a challenge in itself. But of what use is the song of misery I at least hum to myself at these times. It is hard to know there is any "use" to these internal conversations. Do I generate them or are they "spontaneous"? Is it reality? 

Well, clearly, I am wandering off into topics I am far too hot and sleepy to do any justice to, so I will just try to see if sleep visits me easily.

I was greeted this morning with two beautiful blooms I was not expecting from the Mexican Day lilies. It was pretty hot out there, so I am not sure if they will survive until tomorrow for a possible photo op.

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    October 31, 1975

    Spoken word version from Unspoken Words.

    Copyright © 1998 by Jim Cohn.