Anon

2011-10-26T11:51:00.000-07:00

Who was that Congressman who wrote down every thing he did at every minute of the day on an index card he kept in his shirtpocket? Why would someone do that? Did he have an overinflated sense of self-importance, believing that his eternal reputation would depend on his notes? Or just a poor memory?

I have enough trouble remembering to write down telephone messages, let alone a continuous diary.

I wonder if he has AD/HD from constantly switching his attention between reality and his journal? I wonder if he's switched to chronicling his life in a PDA? Are his thumbs now worn out from texting? What will we do if our Congressman can no longer use his thumbs?

BTW, my mother is at her first oncology appointment and I'm trying not to think about it.

Can They Hear It?

2010-09-24T09:38:00.001-07:00

I had a complete abdominal ultrasound today. And a mammogram. I wonder what they found. I won't know for another 2 weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. 20,160 minutes. 1,209,600 seconds.

I wonder how many seconds I have left.

A Day in the Life

2010-09-23T11:58:00.001-07:00

I just had a weird memory.

Many years ago I took a philosophy class that met in the same Manhattan building as the Iraqi embassy. I'll never forget arriving late in a rainstorm. I burst into the little lobby soaking wet, hair dripping all over the marble floor, and almost ran over a guy whom I later realized was Tariq Aziz, Iraq's former Deputy Prime Minister who's now in prison in Baghdad. He was very tall. And surprised.

I don't know why I thought of that just now.

Greatest Opening Line.Ever.

2010-09-23T09:14:00.000-07:00

"Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can't be sure." The original? "Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas." From Camus' The Stranger.

The French title, L’Étranger, can be translated as: overseas, stranger, outsider, foreign, alien. Or: extraneous, unconnected, unknown, or irrelevant.

Will I be the Mother who dies? Will I die irrelevant, unconnected, extraneous?

The End is the Beginning

2010-09-23T07:36:00.001-07:00

By the way, I think I am going to die soon. More on that later.

A Flock of Seagulls

2010-09-23T07:35:00.000-07:00

Is the Tea Party Movement like a flock of birds? How do they stay together? How do they follow a coherent vision? There's no singular leader, but somehow all the members know what the group, if you can call it that, believes in.

Note to self: Don't google how a flock of birds flies together. All you'll get back are links to sites which talk about airplane flights from hell.

Curmudgeon

2010-09-23T07:00:00.000-07:00

This is so weird, to write what someone will read. Momma always said never to commit opinions to paper. I guess that advice goes for the cyberether, too. We'll see how firmly I adhere to Momma's advice.