November 29th, 2014

blackhat

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I'm sitting outside, just under the eves enough to be out of the rain. It is, delightfully, coming down like a real rain. I woke in the wee hours, coughing. We flipped the mattress last night, a chore we haven't completed in ages, and i think we kicked up some dust. My lungs are complaining. I've used the inhaler, played solitaire, drank warm egg nog, and listened to the rain from the warmth of bed.

But i'm awake, so i've finally surrendered and made tea.

And with that, i decided i really ought to get some delight out of this rare event.

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We watched a delightful documentary over the past few days, Mona Lisa is Missing, a charming and very human documentary which also has very solid research.

In the evening we watched Saving Private Ryan. It was an excellent bit of film making. As someone who aspires to be a pacifist, though, i found the last words of the Captain to Private Ryan enlightening. "Earn this," says the Captain, where "this" is the sacrifice of the men who went to collect him.

I cannot stand with those who believe in the sacrificial Christologies; i cannot believe in a ledger where sacrifice, violence, and brutality are totaled up and that they buy something. That injunction is traumatizing, and carries the trauma into the generations.

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Also, Nathan Fillion as Minnesota Ryan (the first Ryan found) is just great in over the top mourning for his brothers.

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Oh, a killdeer is calling out in the darkness and rain.

blackhat

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And then there's cat news.

Yay for the tracker, maybe? Last evening, as Christine played with the neighbor's cats, and i had done everything to rip up the bedroom except quite flip the mattress on my own, i looked up where Edward was. Across the street. And by street, i mean, two lanes headed towards the freeway and two lanes headed into town from the freeway. I think people are already on the freeway in their mind when they turn onto that stretch. I scampered across and looked for him, but no luck. I returned home and Christine caught my unhappy mein. We checked his location, and he was still in the vacant lot. Christine went out prepared to call me if she needed up to the moment tracking information, but she had the sense to turn on the "pager," a red and blue blinking diode.

I stayed at my desk getting a new position every moment, watching the location marker wander a bit in the field, then take a prompt and direct change tracing the route home.

Christine said the light made it easy to find Edward in the field, but that Edward did not like being carried across the street.

So, i'm not sure i like the knowledge that the times we've seen the signal across the street it was an accurate reading. On the other hand, instead of a half hour calling and wandering around fruitlessly looking for him, we very effectively brought him home.