Those Pope Emeritus Blues

Catzinger

“We Suck and We Can’t Not Suck”

thWe all have a sense of what’s right and wrong, long-term. We all know on some level not to have the extra slice of pizza. Many of you have probably set up retirement accounts. Many of you probably haven’t contributed enough. Even when we know we’re doing the right thing for the future, there’s no immediate reward for that, and we naturally want what’s rewarding now. It’s why we splurge on unnecessary things and then justify it by saying it’s been a hard week, or we’ll save money later, or what’s one little extra expense? We suck and we can’t not suck. Even when we know what’s absolutely right, it can be unappealing if we don’t get a short-term benefit. Save money for retirement and you actually lose money, effectively, today.

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DISTURBING UPDATE HERE.

And Everybody Knows That the Plague Is Coming

… Everybody knows that it’s moving fast. (Leonard Cohen)

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In space, no one can hear you scream, people.

Coming Soon to the Prytania Hotel

Conference attendees in full regalia at the Prytania.

‘Presepio’, by Joseph Brodsky (translated by Richard Wilbur)

The wise men; Joseph; the tiny infant; Mary;
The cows; the drovers, each with his dromedary;
The hulking shepherds in their sheepskins — they
Have all become toy figures made of clay.

In the cotton-batting snow that’s strewn with glints,
A fire is blazing. You’d like to touch that tinsel
Star with a finger — or all five of them,
As the infant wished to do in Bethlehem.

All this, in Bethlehem, was of greater size.
Yet the clay, round which the drifted cotton lies,
With tinsel overhead, feels good to be
Enacting what we can no longer see.

Now you are huge compared to them, and high
Beyond their ken. Like a midnight passerby
Who finds the pane of some small hut aglow,
You peer from the cosmos at this little show.

There life goes on, although the centuries
Require that some diminish by degrees,
While others grow, like you. The small folk there
Contend with granular snow and icy air,

And the smallest reaches for the breast, and you
Half-wish to clench your eyes, or step into
A different galaxy, in whose wastes there shine
More lights than there are sands in Palestine.

Wilbur, Richard. Anterooms: New Poems and Translations: 35-36. New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2010.

Goes by the Name of Lucky

Nice Job Potter


“A dog has like 50 trillion more olfactory neurons than a human. Some scientists believe that dogs are capable of using scent as the basis of a language so complex that it makes humans and dolphins look like insects. Basically you destroyed an external neural network containing the full extent of the history and culture of his lineage. “

–Cubeland Mystic

Thought Experiment

What is going through my dog’s doggy mind as he sits there in a meditative pose, watching me shovel several weeks’ accumulation of his poop in the back yard?