After the storm

It’s Odin’s day and the mail box survived . . .

Sunday night around midnight TulseyTown was hit by a major storm, featuring 100 mph straight-line winds across the whole of the metro and rural surrounds. 500,000 immediately lost power and as of this morning power remains nonexistent for some 100,000 … yers trooley among them. And, if that was not enough karma, temperatures are pushing to the near 100 degree mark during the recovery which is now predicted as this coming Saturday. Friends invited me to use their unaffected circuitry so that I might catch upon the avalanche of flotsam and jetsam in the Mailbox on Watercourse Way.

Usually, I work using a desktop Windows machine hitched to a wave keyboard which makes relatively quick work of the editing of these entries. The backup, in use at this hour and in this a/c cooled space, is a two-year old MacBook Pro — a superb device but with a mind of its own. Not it’s fault, but the keyboard and composition make for a slow slog in the eddies. That all said, herewith a few noteworthy (IMO) leftovers in today’s mailbox.

It is the birthday of French existentialist philosopher and writer Jean-Paul Sartre, born in 1905 Paris. He was awarded the 1964 Nobel Prize in literature, but became one of only two laureates in the prize’s history to decline it.

 Edward Snowden was born on this date in 1983 Elizabeth City, North Carolina.

running from our loneliness is the road most traveled

The path on the other side of loneliness

is not about following in the footsteps of the old and dead.

It is about seeking what they sought in your own way.

As a starting point, it is suggested that one gets personal in public,

wears a T-shirt that doesn’t advertise—or say—anything,

learns to sit still; then, sitting still, learn one thing:

it is the past and the future which are illusions.

— 6.21.23 jb