Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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their bodies buried in the ruins of the Universe

It is 11:07 AM Wednesday morning here in the Midwest. I have always considered myself a West Coast San Francisco Bay Area individual. I would not consider myself Midwest. I am proud to have been born in Oakland California even though I do not remember my birth beginnings. I never knew my birth father. My mother was killed by a speeding ambulance when I was 16 years old. I never really knew my mother either. The only person I have really known in my entire life is my wife Carol.

Anyway it has been a typical day thus far for me. I was up around 6:50 AM this morning. I made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer (I have two lap top computers that are down in the lower level of our home.). After messing with our main computer I cooked myself breakfast and then wrote in my paper diary. Carol got home from work around 8:30 AM and went to bed for the day around 9:05 AM.

I took Rudy for a walk at Kollen Park around 9:35 AM and on the way home stopped at thrift stores to look at their used books. I found these used books to ADD to our library.

"Everyone Loves You When You're Dead" music interviews by Neil Strauss

"The House Of The Spirits" a novel by Isabel Allende

"Refiner's Fire" a novel by Mark Helprin

"Genius: A Mosaic Of One Hundred Exemplary Creative Minds" literary criticism by Harold Bloom

"Family And Friends" novel by Anita Brookner

So has gone my morning thus far. I already have written a page in my 2014 diary this morning. I should be around 400 pages by the end of May 2014. Of course I could die before that time arrives. Nothing is for certain in this life (James 4:15).

This morning I started reading an essay by Gore Vidal titled 'The Bookchat Of Henry James' Chapter 15 in a book titled, "At Home: Essays 1982-1988" by Gore Vidal. I was putting away books this morning and I picked up this volume and it fell open to this essay by Vidal on Henry James so I decided to read it today if I got in a proper mood.

Yesterday I mentioned I brought home from the library book nook a book by Pico Iyer titled, "Falling off the Map". I failed to mention I have another book by Iyer titled, "The Lady and The Monk: Four Seasons In Kyoto".

Well I need to close to eat something. I feel weak. Existence keeps speeding by.

"[13] Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain:
[14] Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
[15] For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.
[16] But now ye rejoice in your boastings: all such rejoicing is evil.
[17] Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin." James 4:13-17

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