Spot remains an odd little cat. The past week she's been content to rest under my bed for hours on end. When I lift up the mattress and pet her or chatter at her, she'll look at me like I'm the weirdo.
Lunch on Wednesday was very distracting for me. The sky was overcast but the mountains and clouds did not say anything about rain. Near 12:30 I started hearing deep thuds to the south. This is not thunder by a long shot. I know thunder. In retrospect, I reckon the military were doing something over at Fort Carson or it could be something a bit more unusual. I'm unsure if there's enough stretches of open sand or dunes for this phenomena. Charles Fort wrote about beaches that would sound like cannons or thunder on windy days. The friction between sand grains would cause this phenomena and it's not unknown in deserts far from the ocean. Even Marco Polo, the big liar, remarked upon "rumbling sands" in Asia.
A black pick up truck drove past my pic-a-nic table with a white 8x11 poster taped to the rear cab window announcing "I'm Lost!" I thought it was the usual guy who does maintenance for our building. He's always accompanied by a sheepdog much like the one I met last year. The conclusion said the pooch was gone and he was there to continue renovating the opposite office without canine company. Before going inside I saw that the dog was someone completely different, a pit bull named Bruno who went missing by Austin Bluffs and Union.
After work, I drove around that area looking for the pooch.
Finally I took down a notion or two about online media. Book reading is allegedly on a decline. Jaybird doesn't read books, he just reads websites and political blogs. Most of the blogs I find are just a brief article that's no more than 200 words, distilling the information from a primary source so it's easier to digest. Plus the brevity is attractive to a generation of kids raised on increasing instant gratification. The concept of submitting comments to these entries is even more intoxicating because it satisfies an individual's artificially inflated sense of worth like their comment will add something to the discussion. Comments also give a certain amount of breadth to the original article but mostly it's the producer of copious amounts of a toxic byproduct known as groupthink. In my pessimistic little world, people don't like to think for themselves and are perfectly content to allow others to dictate their opinions and beliefs. Heck, the online news that people tend to read only serves to reaffirm their personal convictions much like a right wing conservative watching Fox News. Akin to an atheist discussing atheism on a message board dedicated to atheism. What would this contribute to the world at large? How many times can people say "Still no god? Nope. Whew!"
Physician heal thyself, I can hear most of you muttering as you read this boring diatribe. My act of criticism, applying such a broad brush to the world at large, is meant to cover myself. I'm not here to make an example, my words carry no weight with society, I remain a recluse with a strange cat and a survivalist girlfriend.
A recluse with a frailty for believing in how the world should be rather than thinking about how the world is. If the world is a certain way then it certainly must work for someone! The achilles heel of that pronouncement surpasses broad generalizations but in the tyrrany of the masses.
Thankfully this recluse knows when he's rambling and will put an end to the process.
Thank you for your valuable time and attention.
