Still No Rain

 So dry! But at least the weather is getting warmer. The idiot DST ritual approaches. I hope that never becomes permanent. I ignore it. I don't DO that shit for brains spring forward and fall back crap. My concession to that idiocy is to reset one wall clock, one near the TV, and my wristwatch. That's it. That's in the event of some appointment I might have to make. My bedside clock remains untouched and so do all the the other clocks on the walls and my mealtimes and bedtimes and getting up times remain true to the sun. And the assholes who impose upon us DST can eat shit and die. 

It is so sad, that so many of those who have power over us are worthless arsewipes.  And I sometimes wonder why more women don't kill more men...

No Rain

 No rain, no brain, no brain no rain. And pray your guts out, in vain. So it goes. Is Uri Geller still alive? 

Does believing shit make people happy? There's a lot of shit one can believe in, you know. A lot of that shit is mutually exclusive, because some shit is held to be good and true, and other shit is held to be bad and not true. And many people are happy to assert that the shit they believe in is better than the shit you believe in. Well, if I want knowledge, I think science is my best bet. Science, the methods of scientific inquiry and the resultant data and theories, is as good as it can get. Yes, science is as good as it gets, and the rest is of very low epistemological quality, let us say, to be more polite about it. 

Less Wind! More Warmth!

 March is not looking bad at all!

More warmth! It pleasures me!

Rain? Snow?

 SLIGHT chances of rain and or snow in any measurable amount. But windy is something you can count on. Par for the course. Not all that bad, actually, for early March. An El Nino this season would be a nice change! I'm rediscovering the joy of Dover Books. I've had the two volume RISE OF THE NEW PHYSICS for a long time but I've ordered some other books from them, on subjects I explored back in the mid-eighties. Dover is a great place to get classics. 

One thing I've never been able to understand is a "desire to live". Life is an unfortunate accident, isn't it? An imposition? One makes the best of it and you can take consolation in the fact that it goes away, finally. Life is an insult and an injury, all in one stroke. Isn't it? Quite absurd, in its very essence. I find that I can make the nonsense tolerable by keeping things simple and focusing on the welfare of others. The "self" is a wretched thing. Isn't it?

So, Not Bad

 Not bad at all. Relief from dust storms, at least for a while. 

I'm now well into Bishop Pike's "The Other Side".  It reads a lot like fiction, and not very good fiction at that. Certainly a lot of it seems self-serving. But the poor guy is dead, and he was on the right track about so many things. He was brave enough in his time to acknowledge accurate scholarship-- to accept the implications.