is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named
is not the eternal Name.
The unnamable is the eternally real.
Naming is the origin
of all particular things.
Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations.
Yet mystery and manifestations
arise from the same source.
This source is called darkness.
Darkness within darkness.
The gateway to all understanding.
I'm a right bastard. Every time it is my turn to let the free range chickens range freely, I forget, leaving them cooped up in the coop.
I've acquired an eink ebook reader from unnamed sources and am discovering that the things have improved in the last year since I played with one. The downsides are still there, what with poor refresh, etc., but the PDF support has improved, and:
- There seems to be lots more free crap around the net. (Thanks, Tor!)
- You can load stuff on it without the crappy software! (Sorry, coworker, who valiantly improved said software from completely unshippable garbage to merely crappy despite having to deal with one of the worst "software technologies" I've ever had the misfortune to deal with.)
- The portability of the thing is even nicer than I remember.
I'm off to San Diego this weekend to witness my aunt and her long-time girlfriend marry. (Though it seems really idiotic to refer to a 70 year old woman as a "girlfriend".) It'll be nice wandering around Hillcrest...I have a lot of good memories of that area. Not like Rancho Bernardo, where I was last week. That brought up lots of memories of teenage tedium. Yeah, it is still as dull as it was in the late 80s.
I strongly suspect that my sister, who isn't going, is actually going, and I am not being told because "we don't get along" and instead we are yet being brought together unexpectedly in yet another "I wish you guys got along better" scheme when in fact, we get along just fine when mom isn't around. When mom is around, my sister turns into a whiny, passive-aggressive psycho-bitch.
Or more accurately, it is only in such cases that my sister's whiny, passive-aggressive psycho-bitchness is aimed at me. When mom isn't around, she aims it at whatever service personel that has the misfortune to be in her path.
I seem to have almost entirely fallen off of the TV/Movie wagon. We've had the same netflix movies sitting on the TV for four months, including an oscar winner, yet I am just never in the mood. The "new" TV season fills me with "meh". I have been watching "Farscape" in the evenings on my desktop, but often find myself losing track of the story while playing some Kongregate game.
I have discovered, what with Kongrate's achievement points and a certain other system's "trophies" that I am too damn easily led by meaningless numbers in databases. Offer me 5 "points" to play some stupid ass game, and I mindlessly click away regardless of how lame the thing is.
Something shocking happened yesterday. We had a contractor in to put in baseboards/case the windows yesterday. And:
- He was 10 minutes early.
- He finished on time.
- He fixed a jammed door that I'd forgot to tell him about without asking.
- He reminded me to make sure we had touch up paint before caulking.
- He didn't want a check when leaving, but asked us to "make sure everything is all right first".
I've lost the work-at-home habit. I used to prefer it, but now I just end up feeling isolated. (Contractors in the house notwithstanding.) Maybe it's because my job involves less and less coding. Sigh...
The ucblockhead health report: All systems nominal. Fluid pressure levels slightly elevated. Excess energy packets should be discarded.
Speaking of elevated fluid pressure levels, the latest political issues have about sent me around the bend. We, as a society, reward failure. Makes me wonder why I bother doing things the "right" way, financially speaking.
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