Or. . . trying to explain, to people who clearly don’t get it, the value of compact titles.
One of the advantages of my having stopped using this space is that you only have to skip one post to see the one where I said there wasn’t any reason to expect a Trump choke. In a shocking twist, however, it turned out that I wasn’t pessimistic enough by some distance. I can absolutely assure that this isn’t something that happens very often.
So. . . as you know, Republicans who pretend to disavow Trump as a racist demagogue are cowardly liars. They have, after all, been participating in the same racists demagoguery as Trump for decades, they’ve just kept a paper-thin division up. That’s all that Trump has changed, really. Now even the morons can tell that the Republican party has nothing to offer beyond racism. What’s only surprising to the ostensible intellectual wing of the party is it turned out to be a huge boon.
Whether that ignorance was naive or cynical is neither here now there. What’s more important is that the people who are fooling themselves into thinking that Trump is too much for them are going to come around. The only thing about this that isn’t completely obvious is that it will take a bit longer if our boy DT wins. In fact, Trump getting elected and glassing the entire globe is the only scenario in which the Republican party doesn’t drop way below his level.
If DT doesn’t make it to the presidency, Republicans are going to be unwilling to give up on the crowds he drew; in fact, those crowds have been desperate for more direct pandering for ages, so if they aren’t drawn further into the Republican mainstream, then they could easily be picked up by another party who they would support regardless of prospect.
(Remember when cops didn’t like Nazis? Good times.)
So traveling around Quercy has been pretty nice. We’ve been revisiting some of our old faves.
This is a tiny church in a hillside town whose name I always forget.
By way of contrast, here is the incredibly huge cathedral at Albi.
Here I am, inevitably, feeling lucky.
Here is Jesus looking a bit furtive.
Here’s Joseph looking like he had a few too many last night.
So I have returned to civilization from the beautiful wildernesses of Provence. Everything was profoundly scenic. As one might expect, we made little day trips to medieval hill towns. There are pictures, but I didn’t bring a real computer, so I think I’m going to have to get some sort of mobile editing software, because the future is dumb.
At any rate, now I’m in Paris. I’m still more or less at the vague vector phase of my plans. We’ll see where that leads.
One thing being here has brought to my attention is that except for at brunch, Portland has spoiled me in terms of being able to not bother with places that are crowded. If you don’t want to be packed in, Portland generally allows you to go somewhere else. A lot of places aren’t so sympathetic.
I guess it’s also the case that a heavily arranged trip as this has been so far encourages that behavior. Now that I’m on my own in a town with which I am reasonably familiar, I expect that I’ll lighten up about it. The luxurious aspect aside, I shouldn’t let Portland turn me into a country bumpkin (except at brunch, which is basically the Tokyo subway.)
It was nice out yesterday. I worked in the yard.
Nice to have a little break from the sog.
So I’m down in San Francisco kind of soaking in the ambience. And also the rain. Went to the Trieste, and Vesuvio’s this afternoon, so I guess I’ve totally covered the authentic North Beach experience. As you know, I am all about the authentic experience.
Back when I worked at Betelnut I used to think that our loathsome chicken mincer was one of the grossest things that I had ever seen. I used to take new employees to visit it as it performed its vile task.
Apparently, I didn’t know the half of it.
Space Battleship Yamato live action movie is looking pretty rad.
No savior from on high delivers
No faith have we in prince or peer
So except for that dig at Intel’s docs in the previous post, I’m not positive that I got a whole lot out of this semester. I think there were a lot of reasons for this, but to summarize: lack of focus. I just ended up shifting gears too often, so a complete reading of the systems text, for example, is going to have to wait a bit.
Still, considering its density I think I got through an admirable amount of it. What wasn’t admirable was the whole tinkering project thing, which was the best idea I’ve had in a while and totally fell by the wayside. Consequently, I’m going back to that. Hopefully with a vengeance.
I’ve also been continuing to make reasonable if not great headway with The Fugitive. There are only slightly more than 200 pages left, which seems pretty negligible until you start slogging through it. The reverie has been getting a little more whimsical lately, which is enjoyable, but so far nothing to really transport like the reader like the old days.
I started reading Ulysses when I was 16 and didn’t finish it until about 19, but this Proust business is another level. It’s sort of crazy, because I know that people take courses where they read every single fucking volume over the course of the semester. It makes me feel kind of stupid, but I imagine that there are a lot of people who could manage that, but wouldn’t be able to, say, read all of Specters of Marx in a night, so I guess it’s a matter of taste (and the fact that my taste is better.)