Good news is the 10 days without my main computer are over.
Better news is 5 years later we’re finally headed home, just around the corner from Steve.
I have 10 days worth of email and a move to tackle. Maybe I’ll dig out that old research on the Rothchild family. Bad bad subprime…..
Record-breaking temperatures are expected to continue this week after one Mississippian died over the weekend as a result of the heat…The temperature in Jackson is expected to break 100 today and Tuesday with the heat index between 105 and 110 degrees…”The normal for this time of year is around 92 degrees…You definitely can consider this a heat wave.”
At the moment (7:23 am), the temperature here is 82° – and even hotter “under the collar”:
“It saddens me as an American that a company would stoop so low as to make a profit on the death of a soldier. Is there anything lower than that?”
“The American economy rises or falls based on whether or not the country’s very richest people believe they are being properly respected and made happy. And Politico reports that the sensitive rich people are not happy with the Obama administration…”
Brenden DeMelle and Jerry Cope report in the Huffington Post that, “a group of oil companies including BP, Shell, ExxonMobil, Citgo, Chevron and other polluters are using a front group called ‘America’s Wetland Foundation’ and a Louisiana women’s group called Women of the Storm to spread the message that U.S. taxpayers should pay for the damage caused by BP to Gulf Coast wetlands, and that the reckless offshore oil industry should continue drilling for the ‘wholesale sustainability’ of the region.” Continue reading “My whipped cream is weeping and I’m tearing up – the heat wave and other hot news”
“Here is the skull of a man; a man’s thoughts and emotions
Have moved under the thin boned vault like clouds
Under the blue one: love and desire and pain,
Thunderclouds of wrath and white gales of fear
Have hung inside here: and sometimes the curious desire of knowing
Values and purpose and the cause of things
Has coated like a little observer airplane over the images
That filled this mind: it never discovered much,
And now all’s empty, a bone bubble, a blown-out eggshell.
That’s what it’s like: for the egg too has a mind,
Doing what our able chemists will never do,
Building the body of a hatchling, choosing among the proteins;
These for the young wing-muscles, these for the great
Crystalline eyes, these for the flighty nerves and brain:
Choosing and forming: a limited but superhuman intelligence,
Prophetic of the future and aware of the past:
The hawk’s egg will make a hawk, and the serpent’s
A gliding serpent: but each with a little difference
From its ancestors—and slowly, if it works, the race
Forms a new race: that also is a part of the plan
Within the egg. I believe the first living cell
Had echoes of the future in it, and felt
Direction and the great animals, the deep green forest
And whale’s-track sea; I believe this globed earth
Not all by chance and fortune brings forth her broods.
But feels and chooses. And the Galaxy, the firewheel
On which we are pinned, the whirlwind of stars in which
our sun is one dust-grain, one electron, this giant atom of the universe
Is not blind force, but fulfils its life and intends its courses. “All things are full of God.
Winter and summer, day and night, war and peace are God.”
from De Rerum Virtute, 1954, Robinson Jeffers