Driving to Killarney

 #10 South.

#23 east.

#18 South.

Saturday 4:57 AM

 I am up before the alarm today.  I had a hard time sleeping or staying asleep.

Friday 8:20 PM

 As fire is kindled by bellows, so is anger by words.

As fire is kindled by bellows, so is anger by words.

Tomorrow: Killarney.  I hope my teenage son comes with me. 

BSM Food Court

 Drinking a rooting tooting root beer.

Friday Mass

 My son Tony accompanied me.

Friday 6:05 AM

 Oh boy! It’s Friday.

Xi Jing Ping.

I just saw a squirrel running on telephone wire between the phones.

Thursday 9:54 PM

 My Brazil student was a no show.

Here are some AI images I made for Ray Pero:

What kind of man will feel depressed at being idle? There is nothing finer than to be alone with nothing to distract you.

If you follow the ways of the world, your heart will be drawn to its sensual defilements and easily led astray; if you go among people, your words will be guided by others’ responses rather than come from the heart. There is nothing firm or stable in a life spent between larking about together and quarrelling, exuberant one moment,

aggrieved and resentful the next. You are forever pondering pros and cons, endlessly absorbed in questions of gainand loss. And on top of delusion comes drunkenness, and in that drunkenness you dream.

Scurrying and bustling, heedless and forgetful – such are all men. Even if you do not yet understand the True Way, you can achieve what could be termed temporary happiness at least by removing yourself from outside

influences, taking no part in the affairs of the world, calming yourself and stilling the mind. As The Great Cessation and Insight150 says, we must ‘break all ties with everyday life, human affairs, the arts and scholarship’

Six months till Christmas!

 Exactly six months until Christmas!

Six months minus a day until my birthday!

23 days till 2365!

Thursday 3:36 PM

 

Will get the A/C fixed next week.

Shipping goods by sea has tripled in price.  I wonder why.

I REMEMBER a house where all were good

   To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:

   Comforting smell breathed at very entering,

Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.

That cordial air made those kind people a hood

All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing

   Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring:

Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.

—Los parlamentos democráticos no son recintos se discute, sino donde el absolutismo popular

registra sus edictos.

—Democratic parliaments are not forums where debates take place, but rather where popular

absolutism registers its decrees.

Thursday 6:06 AM

 Depression runs in this family.  Is that an excuse?  Which comes first? Depression or Excuses?

High school is a problem to be lived, not solved.

The graduation ceremonies I witnessed at the international school in Jiangyin were as depressing as yesterday’s.  The idea of congratulating the students seemed perverse.  What had they accomplished?