September 17th, 2005

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karmic books

I see that Allen has a new group that uses the "freecycle" concept, only they call it "recycling". There's some vague reference to a controversy about legal matters. I suppose that someone must have cared about the use of the catchy name. I'm waiting to see if I am "approved" for membership, as I want to give away more things. I have had a mixed result with freecycling before, as people had a way of being quite quick on the draw to say "I want that! This crayon set will save my dying cat!", but slow on the draw when it came to following through and picking it up. But I wish not to be a curmudgeon, and will try again with an open heart and an open hand. I found, by the way, that the only infallible way *not* to have anyone say "me! pick me! I want that!" is to place an ad that says "Offer: Books".

I suppose it may be a karmic reflection of my undue love for books that book exchanges never work for me. For some, for example, is a miraculous way of living. For me, clever books left at random at really cool locales are never found. Of course, I owe a mailing of my chapbook to a kind and patient person even as we speak, so I will remedy that this weekend. I do not believe in karma in the way it is presented to me in books, but I like the vaguely karmic idea of "do something right before you criticize something wrong"
except, I suppose, to be truly karmic, it would be "if you criticize something wrong before doing something right, then the undone things you omit will become the wrongs you dread most" or maybe "the bee stings harder when the skin has the delight of evil in its folds". Well, maybe not. I do like the Burmese expression, "do not tread on a heap of thorns because you have faith in your karma".

My blitz chess rating still hovers around 1500, but never quite crosses up to 1600. My remixes on ccmixter seem to end up at 3.8 stars out of 5 consistently. There is a price to pay for mediocrity, and that price is 100 rating points, or even 1.2 stars.

But today I am getting exercise, so that I can face the coming week with calm, serenity, and compassion.
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Dag and Josef

I went hiking today at Sister Grove Park. I listened through amplified headphones to singing crickets and calling birds. Fall flowers bloomed, less vivid than Spring flowers, but nonetheless of interest. I entered a remix contest at I thought about setting up a number of additional side livejournals--actually, three. I do not "need" three more places to write, but I think I could subdivide my plots and schemes better that way. One livejournal would review netlabel releases by people who release music for free on the internet. One would review indie label releases. One would be a place to put my own musical ponderings. Two would reach outward--while one would make this journal less filled with what is largely for me a personal logging of things of limited interest to others.
Gurdonpoems came aborning the same way, with satisfactory results.

Today neighboring Plano has its balloon festival. The weather looks fine for such an affair--as it often is in September--and I look forward to the horizon sight of floating balloons. Last night I saw scissortail flycatchers again. Our local population left just before the hurricane hit Louisiana. I suspect these are Oklahoma birds in migration. Migrating birds are everywhere, along with our year-round residents such as the killdeer and the red-wing blackbirds. Monarch butterflies float by, with their late-season migratory "tired gait".

I read an essay about Dag Hammerskold and an essay about Joseph Stalin. I browsed the Tomb of Atuan, which I have not read since I was in college. I will write poetry this weekend. We have company coming for dinner. I loved to eat baked salmon when I visited Anchorage.