At the start of the (1936?) Paul Robeson King Solomon’s Mines I am oppressed by a scene of diamond mining—hundreds of men laboring like ants in a large pit, digging and sifting. A disgusting madness pursued for generations!
This isn’t much, but a few readers may like it. A couple of pages from my prison diary, dated 8/8, 8/10, and 8/13/2015: What can one say about the human condition and human suffering to make it tolerable and not meaningless?
Bad news for me. I damaged my MacBook Air, the display, and it will cost $475 to get it fixed. More delay in getting a car, more months on “short rations.” I need to decide whether to stay with this computer or get a new, Windows-based laptop for the same money. The fragility of the Mac is a big drawback, but I suppose they're all like this--they turn the case into an eggshell to make it light.
“You know, I do not understand why you are treating me like an an old shoe that’s tossed aside. But let me clue you in on a few things! I’m not one of your old shoes nor [?] am I anything you need to be tossing off or away! That’s certainly not the way you are supposed to treat a friend!...
“Damn it, there’s no sugar.” Fred looked up from his smartphone. “What, we’re out of sugar?” “Yes.” Nadia sat down at the dining room table and put her cup down.
I was inspired to create a little notebook and title it “100 Ideas.” So far I’ve written twenty notes in the book, and that’s the subject of this post. Here are those ideas, presented without apology.
Continuing my brief introductions to the books of my Best Books list, this time novels and plays.
begrudge, dither, frizz, intone, kowtow, niggle, sputter, riffle, throttle....
fob, hot pants, maw, nebula, occiput, puffball, scruff, acolyte, clodhopper, effigy, frogspawn, gerbil . . .
In clearing the top of my desk this late evening (pay no attention to the remote controls), I found a stack of pages from the diary I wrote while in prison.