more enigmatic and homuncular
Friday, October 18 2013
Increasingly, I've found Facebook to be a time sink. It's not so much the conventional checking in and reading other posts or making my own posts that's the problem. My problem is all the trolling I do of right wing pages, sometimes with the help of my sock puppets, or the various projects Sara Poiron goads me into undertaking. So today I decided to not check Facebook at all and to never check it again on any future Friday. For me, Facebook is an addiction every bit as problematic as alcohol, and if I can do without booze on Mondays and Tuesdays, I can do without Facebook on Fridays. I have feeling that I am in the early stages of accruing a long list of arbitrary rules dictating what I can or cannot do on any given day. Absurd as such a system seems, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Being stoned, I had my usual stoner thoughts. I was feeling manipulated not just by Stripey and his need to be petted, but also by the incredibly vigorous Plantago plant growing from the bottom of a drainage ditch I'd hewn into the shale bedrock at the base of the western wall. Normally I'd consider members of this species a noxious weed, but this individual had colonized its spot in the late winter and sent up inflorescences over two feet in height (much taller than normal). Over the summer it had grown such a gorgeous rosette of leaves that I'd decided to place the weathered Buddha I'd found near Reichel Road on a stony bench directly behind it. Though small, it looks great there, particularly if you've smoking the marijuana. I actually think it helps that the statue has been effaced by erosion. It's more enigmatic and homuncular this way.
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