it's not like we're leaving civilization. we're just going to floriday.

In the moral world, when a seed is planted, good fruit is inevitable, and does not depend on our watering and cultivating; that when you plant, or bury, a hero in his field, a crop of heroes is sure to spring up. This is aseed of such force and vitality, that it does not ask our leave to germinate.

Henry David Thoreau

From the river to the sea.

 reading thoreau i remember the good people have always been fighting the destroyers of the ruling class.

 Frosty full moon in the kitchen fire door window. Rough sleep last night and we have to fly this morning. Trudy says she's not lonely when we're not here. Matter and spirit, and atmosphere connecting everything. Thoreau tuned himself like an instrument, an instrument of weather. Observing by tracking the seasons, tracking himself. How long? he repeats in the little boxes of the kalendar. Well, we're off now, into the wild blue yonder.

 I'll write about Thoreau's Kalendar later. The net was rent all day yesterday. The artificial system could go down total some day soon. It's so easy for it to fail. then all we got is books and each other, and nature. Thank heavens for cats and Thoreau's Kalendar. We can make it alright. Free Palestine. Free us. It's by being lost we find out who, where, what and why we are. Word of yestertoday is fugacious. 

 Our leaders are criminals.

 Silent ballad of the fallen temple.

Be little with me.

 

 I'm listening to The Tired Sounds of/ Stars of the Lid and just learning that Brian McBride died. The music makes me sad in a soulful way. I started listening some twenty years ago, in Ukrainian Village, when I was so wretched, and now it's a different time, yet also a sad time for all of us. It's a mark of the art of the music that works in all different times as it's timeless. 

 Already missing Olive, though we're still here, and she's still here. That's the way it is now. Strange. It feels like a dream of the afterlife.

 How do you feel? How do you feel? fine. fine.

 I'm tired for the kid woke me up at 4 am. 

 This, Ken.

 The kid can jump straight up from the foot locker onto the stack of boxes filled with photographs. One more photograph on top, and the stack a kind of vertical oblivion based on the memories of a life no one but Olive Palestine knows what to do with.

 That's alright whatever, we're all gonna croak anyway.

What shall we watch tonight, Rediscovering Frantz Fanon, or Thelma?

 Board of Peace Department of War. Ice and Gaslight.

 They're trying to turn Gaza into an international hub of investment. It already was for the genocide industry.

 where's joe? nobody knows.

 We ain't buying it. But we're paying anyway.

i made a list. i don't know if i tossed it or i lost it. i remember i made a list though. i asked the oracle knowing i was talking to myself. the oracle was quite patient and abiding. i made another list. you can toss it touts suite. no problem. there is no order of priority.

start car

unplug jacuzzi

get rid of giant blue suitcase tony keeps stashing stuff in, they don't need a dang suitcase anyway (while tony's asleep)

bring photo albums

sweep up dead palmetto bugs (maybe stay at hampton inn)

meet real estate inspectors with a casual smile

take mom to have neck cyst looked at although at her age it's probably nothing to worry about

search mom's bottomless purse of chaos for identity card

find lost white sox jacket sent for tony's 89th birthday (126 bones)

don't get anxious

don't get heavy

don't freak out

just laugh

laugh about how funny it is

 Just make a list, and don't lose it. Don't lose your head. It's only a suggestion. It's only a skeleton of what might happen if you will. We're all going to die anyway. That's no reason to not make a list. But no problem, gnome sane. It's just a guide. Actually you might just write it, to breathe, to throw it away, and continue to improvise.

 What is a black hole, don't tell me. I still don't know. 

 What's really happening in Pluribus? Are they trying to save humanity or replace humanity? Anyway we're left cliffhanging til the next ep, after Florida. That's another cliffhanger. I'm anxious about mom. We're going to try to laugh about it all. I'm going to imagine Pluribus in The Villages. 

Cat and bowls. Animula vagula blandula.

So total was the eclipse that each time I could have found myself to be someone else, and I was perplexed and often saddened by the strict law which brought me back from so far away to re-enter this narrow confine of humanity which is myself.

Marguerite Yourcenar, 

Memoirs of Hadrian

 I talked to Tony for his birthday. You know how old I am? 89? That sounds about right. Says I can't remember shit but I get up each morning happy thanking Jesus, and say I'd like a few more, sir. I asked Jesus to look after you and tell you I love you, and he said you were doin good.

Plato called Diogenes "the Dog". 

Funny, that's how I call you in my mind.

 I'm not doin nothin, as you see, I'm nowhere near the snake plant.

Watchu doin? I'm not doin nothin.

We live within the catastrophe. 

 The end may be the place where you get stuck. There might be a playground there. You might climb the same steps, and go down the same chute, laughing and crying at the same time, like in an endlessly repeating dream. 

 hope and change is a done dirty deal. look again, and see, hope and change is the ghastly neoliberal art of the steal.

 The ending is not the end, we begin in a dream. What would it mean if we were to begin at the end? 

 Think about Pluribus, and think about the Obamachron. Uh huh. Ok, now don't think about the Obamachron.

 

 Civic pride.