October 29th, 2015

city on fire

It is a cold very windy rainy Thursday here by Lake Michigan. A good day to sit and daydream in gray shadows.

I need to go get fresh coffee beans today. We are out of coffee beans. We grind our own coffee beans.

I have no plans for the day. Today I will read my books and write in my diary. Carol has to get up early this afternoon to get hair cut. She is off the next four nights.

This morning I got up around 7:15 AM. I made myself oatmeal for breakfast. I also made myself a pot of coffee. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then read my Bible/Psalm 1 and read my Reformation commentary on Psalm 1. "But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night" Psalm 1:2.

Carol got home from work around 8:55 AM and has gone to bed for the day. Not much else to report.

Last night I watched a TV show I had taped and then read late into the night from a biography titled, "Penelope Fitzgerald: A Life" by Hermione Lee. Yesterday afternoon UPS delivered a book I had ordered titled, "City On Fire" A Novel by Garth Risk Hallberg. This novel by Hallberg has gotten a great deal of buzz/critical acclaim so I ordered it and plan to read it when I get weary of reading what I have been reading lately. So much to read before the Last Day comes without warning.

Garth Risk Hallberg
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/oct/27/city-on-fire-author-garth-risk-hallberg-im-pure-outsider

I suppose I will close to go get coffee beans. We buy our coffee beans at a coffee shop down the street from our place. We like fresh Mexican black and tan coffee beans/rich mellow coffee.
  • Current Music
    VHOL 'Deeper Than Sky'

Joanna Newsom - Divers



The diver is my love
(and I am his, if I am not deceived),
who takes one breath above, for every hour below the sea;
who gave to me a jewel
worth twice this woman's life (but would cost her less
than laying at low tide,
to see her true love phosphoresce).

And in an infinite regress:
Tell me, why is the pain of birth
lighter borne than the pain of death?
I ain't saying that I loved you first,
but I loved you best.

I know we must abide
each by the rules that bind us here:
the divers, and the sailors, and the women on the pier.
But how do you choose your form?
How do you choose your name? How do you choose your life?
How do you choose the time you must exhale,
and kick, and rise?

And in an infinite capsize:
Like a bull tearing down the coast,
double hulls bearing double masts—
I don't know if you loved me most, but you loved me last.

Recall the word you gave:
to count your way across the depths of this arid world,
where you would yoke the waves,
and lay a bed of shining pearls!
I dream it every night:
the ringing of the pail,
the motes of sand dislodged,
the shucking, quick and bright;
the twinned and cast-off shells reveal a single heart of white.

And in an infinite backslide:
Ancient border, sink past the West,
like a sword at the bearer's fall.
I can't claim that I knew you best,
but did you know me at all?

A woman is alive!
A woman is alive;
you do not take her for a sign in nacre on a stone,
alone, unfaceted and fine.
And never will I wed.
I'll hunt the pearl of death to the bottom of my life,
and ever hold my breath,
till I may be the diver's wife.

See how the infinite divides:
and the divers are not to blame
for the rift, spanning distant shores.
You don't know my name,
but I know yours.
  • Current Music
    Joanna Newsom 'Divers'

Nietzsche complained of the 'smell of failed souls' in modern civilization

It is in the flow of One 7 o'clock PM Thursday night. Carol just left for a Woman's Bible Study. I am amazed she went because she only had four hours sleep today. If I had been her I would have stayed home and gone to bed early. My wife constantly goes non-stop. I do not know how she can keep going from day to the next. I am tired just getting out of bed in the mornings. I really see nothing worth doing in this sin cursed world. I am seeking to be a light in a dark world. Some people are active and some folks are contemplative.

I had a super quiet day reading my books and sitting in silence. I have been reading this evening, "Penelope Fitzgerald: A Life" by Hermione Lee. I have notice how seamless Hermione Lee has structured this biography on the life of Penelope Fitzgerald. There is a nice flow to this biography. I do not think when I read biographies I am living out their lives inside my head. I find it interesting to read someone's life from their being born and then dying. We all have a life span. We never know when our lives are going to end. But in reading a biography you know in the end the person is going to die. I have read very few biographies where the individual was ready to meet their Judge/the Lord Jesus Christ. "For the LORD knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the ungodly shall perish" Psalm 1:6.

Tonight we will watch Thursday night professional football. I am tired, but it is too early to go to bed.

I have no plans for tomorrow. Carol and I might go grocery shopping in the morning.

Carol got her car back this evening. She had a rust spot fixed on her car which cost a thousand dollars. One can buy a lot of used books for a thousand dollars. My wife was pleased with the work done on her car, so I am glad for her. My old Dodge van is covered with rust spots (beauty marks).

I will close to drift into the darkness. Tomorrow will soon be here.

"[19]And we know that we are of God, and the whole world lieth in wickedness." First John 5:19

"[11] And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them.
[12] And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
[13] And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works.
[14] And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
[15] And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire." Rev. 20:11-15
  • Current Music
    Wolf Eyes 'I Am A Problem: Mind In Pieces'