So, derpfish really is dying this time, though he’s putting up a hellofafight. I am sure any less stubborn fish would already have died as the growth around his head is now bigger than his head. Doesn’t seem to be fungus, or at least no fungus cure works, or ick or velvet or anything else vaguely listed in any books. I’ve found before the problem with small “cheap” pets is that even “simple” diseases can take them, as there’s no real vet knowledge. The advice seems to be “flush him and move on.” BUT despite myself, to me the dang fish is a person. I mean, I thought he’d be more like a plant, and I never thought he’d live three years either since I bought him at petco, which has a bad reputation for fish. So he’s dying by inches and I’ve tried everything, leading Robert to nickname him “Derpy, the perpetually medicated.” Now I don’t think he can eat with that thing on his head, though he tries. OTOH he’s still… ah eliminating, so he’s eating something.
When he’s gone, I’ll stick with dogs and cats and things that people know how to treat.
In the meantime, he’s caused me to be … not afraid, but reluctant to come to my office, since it’s inevitable I’ll find him doing the backstroke fairly soon. Which is playing havoc with my writing and even blogging. (Neurotic, me? Don’t be ridiculous.)
Look,guys the sad confession is that I get attached to the strangest things. When I was little the family quickly found they couldn’t give me animal shaped treats, crackers or even chocolate, because I invented complete lives and familial relationships for them, and refused to eat them. I remember the chocolate lady bugs my brother ate because “it’s a sin to waste good chocolate” and I cried for days.
Maybe it’s related to the ability to care for people who exist only in my mind, who knows?
Anyway, so much for my absence. This last week we lost Leonard Cohen. Yes, I was a big fan, starting with his old songs that RES calls, not inappropriately, “the ones with interchangeable girls providing backup.” I wanted to write a whole post about him but I find I can’t. My family doesn’t GET my Leonard Cohen “thing” and all I can say that to me particularly as he got older, his voice and the interlocking meanings of the lyrics take me to some mystical place where the gateway for writing works best.
I associate some of his songs with some of my books, or scenes in my books. This one for instance, has a strong connection with A Few Good Men:
And some of them I associate with certain times of my life. I loved this one as a teen:
Anyway, I hope he’s gone home beyond the veil, where it’s better than before, and that I still get to meet him someday. Yeah, I know, artists, and none of us live lives that can be considered meriting of an after life much less a happy one. But I trust that the Author who creates us understands we did our best. And I’ll stick with Heinlein who said something like it’s possible that there is no afterlife for some or even most people, but to completely extinguish some entities would be a violation of every principle the world runs on. At any rate, Cohen’s sense of mysticism often echoed of a near-courtship of what we’ll call for lack of a better word G-d. I hope he now sees clearly what he tried to glimpse through the inadequate human mind and fix in inadequate human language. And I hope he finds happiness, because for ardent souls peace might not be enough.
And now, for the election, now almost a week in the past. Does everyone feel like they’ve been living through a week of years?
I don’t need to communicate I’m still happy we don’t have Clinton. The epicenter, the storm of media covering for her, of our cultural institutions idolizing her, and of her very corrupt character, all of that made her uniquely dangerous, and I’m glad she’s gone.
What we have? Does anyone know yet? I’ve been hearing rumors through my channels (is it normal at my age to know any number of movers and shakers, even if they’re not the ones the public easily identifies?) that have me guardedly optimistic, the emphasis being on guardedly. BUT oh, h*ll, it’s so much better than I expected to be at this point.
Of course if the rumors I hear are true, the man IS fundamentally dishonest and some factions of his supporters will be greatly disappointed. BUT his dishonesty would be in the service of a greater honesty. Bad for souls, speaking of those, but I think sometimes the very craft of politics depends on people like that. Which is why I couldn’t do it, being, as my mom used to say “of the kind who’d rather break than bend.”
And it’s still possible, perhaps likely, that it will all go sideways. But that is nothing new for us, the lovers of liberty. In a way government is antithetical to liberty, and though we need it, it’s a constant fight to keep it from devouring them. In the end, I voted for the candidate less likely to put an end to my inflexibility with a bullet to the back of the head. Not the one who will FOR SURE not do it, but the least likely. It is, possibly, what I do — what everyone does — every election. We should be grateful in America it is less likely than in any other part of the world. (Which makes the histrionics of the paid protesters all the crazier, and the fear they instill in the innocent more fury-inducing.)
What I do know is that one cannot put faith in princes, and that what made Hillary uniquely dangerous at this juncture is still a problem and still waiting remedy. If we don’t walk this back, not matter how little, the next statist candidate that the media adores (which in the US means socialist with a D after his name) will destroy us as surely as Hillary would have.
So, the culture is still there waiting to be taken. Pick up your kit and follow me, into the trenches. The advantages of a culture war is that even those of us who are old and ill can fight, and even those who don’t create can provide perspective, review and dissemination. Onward. Even if all we conquer is an inch of no man’s land, we’ll have moved the dial far more than we can guess at, and left our weapons for the next wave to pick up.
For my own field, for slingers of words and creators of characters, for those who labor in the world mines and build entire feelings on nothing, for those who love humans with all their flaws, and want to see them have a future, come on. We’re marching on. Human Wave, oh! Be not afraid.
Just remember nothing worth doing is easy, simple or fast. Be patient and work.
I will be looking over your efforts from yesterday sometime today. Right now I’m going to replace some more of my blood with caffeine, take ibuprofen for the unbelievably bad sinus headache, and then lay down words, because I’m very late.