Salad dressing

"The ducks like the rain because they eat grass, and the rain is like salad dressing."
"We should use these [female products] for bandages; I don't think they'd stick to the boo boo like those square ones do."
"I had a terrible dream [sobbing] that a mean man came and stole all our toys, so I had to shoot him."
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My boss is on vacation for a week. Though I work 250 miles away from her, and though we speak about once a week--and though she is, really, a quite easy going boss, as bosses go--I woke up today feeling so unburdened and motivated. I've always known I'd do best as my own boss. Were I only courageous enough.
I've been rereading Thomas Bernhard's books--most of them literary representations of madness, especially Wittgenstein's Nephew, which I love. I was drawn to him first by the title of that book, back when I was reading Wittgenstein. (Now he's one of so many that sit on my shelf and feel like old friends except when new friends come and browse, and then I feel pretentious: we're not what we were; we become dull if we don't watch it--and I could be more vigilant on that score.)
There's a point in Wittgenstein's Nephew when the narrator's friend wants a certain newspaper, and in a manic quest for that newspaper the two of them drive through the night--across the world, in that moment. It reminds me, every time, of a summer when I drove across the country with my college roommate, and 800 miles after we'd left Tijuana we turned on our new stained glass lamps at midnight in a Motel 6 and were so enchanted by the colors that the next morning we drove back to Tijuana and bought two more. I'm unlikely to behave that way now; I'm more like my father than my mother, sadly: shortest line between two points. And the college roommate and I don't really speak anymore, though we were best friends for nearly 10 years. She would still turn around and drive back, even now. Her whimsy is rooted in a complete absence of financial constraint, I realize; her family is quite well off. Life has made me more cautious. But I don't know that I can attribute it all to that.
It makes me wonder, actually, which condition is the more mad: driving across Europe for a friend who wants a certain newspaper, or saying no.
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My girls were tiny but talking. We were in a hotel room in Santa Barbara. Mommy was in the bathroom.
One of the girls asked, "Mommy, do you need a crouton?"
On the same trip, Mommy said, "Can I have some privacy?"
The same girl said, "I'll get it for you, Mommy. Where is it?"
And they weren't even delirious
Poor little boy...time for some DVD's and a good book, maybe?
I remember TJ, lol!
Bet it looks different now just like me! When I used to wake up in the morning and leave my barracks to walk to our hangar, I could see the bull ring...
alan
Tell Liam we are thinking about him. Hope he gets well and is able to make school next week.
Tomorrow Marge's Noah is having surgery to open his ear that isn't there and to construct an ear for him. Thought you might want to know. From Marge told me it sounds painful.
Enjoy the feeling of no boss, I love when the boss is gone.
Hugs to our boy....
Wittgenstein is one of my two favorite thinkers, despite his contradictions. The other day I was reading something about Goedel and his criticism towards Wittgenstein's logic but, still, W.'s theories are so fascinating.
I wish that I could devote more time to this.
Can I go back to college and choose another major?
Have you read Rebecca Goldstein's Incompleteness? I have to order it.
Poor little guy. And poor you. I hope things get better *quick*!
poor Liam.. timing is everything.. i have always thought..
hope he is better soon.. at least he squeaked in a first morning, and so can recover at his leisure ..
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