Here I Come To Save the Day!

Thanksgiving is over. Give thanks. My blog on Thanksgiving Day wound up being about Cannibalism, but I did get fed anyway – to have been included in the plate count would have been controversial but when I showed up after specifically saying I would not be eating – just dropping in to say hello, long after dinner time, they insisted on feeding me anyway. The kids all went outside and played with Trail Dog and gathered all the leaves in a pile. Trail Dog had insisted on coming with me and had jumped up into the truck all by himself (its a big leap). Given enough motivation he can make such a might leap – my little Mighty Mouse.

Golden are the leaves
    That fall one by one
Pushed into a nook
    By a big storm
When only one remains
     Resisting to the end
Better to have fallen
    On the Marne
    In patriotic glory
Like Appolinaire or in the Somme
     Like so many good Englishmen

We find a little of everything in our memory, it is a sort of pharmacy, a sort of chemical laboratory, in which our groping hand may come to rest now on a sedative drug, now a dangerous poison – Marcel Proust – The Captive

To see time is indistinguishable from imaging time. Nor do we see space but only distinguish one object from another.

Philosophy is intellectual self-abuse. We take what is perfectly serviceable – our language – and subject it to uses which it was never intended. And end up with crazy conclusions –Laurence Goldstein – Clear and Queer Thinking, 1999 p31

The dog chased a lizard and leaped and came down on a cactus. Now it is sorry. Now it limps about. The dog is slowly learning the hazards of a new environment. It knows about the cacti and the burrs. The cottonwoods are turning yellows. The outflow from the dam gushes. Fisherman are here at the pool. The dog and I watch.

Power is not an institution, a structure, or a certain force which certain people are endowed; it is the name given to the complex strategic relation in a given society – Colin Gordon “Afterword” – Power/Knowledge by Michael Foucault p236

Butt hugging blue jeans
And high heeled boots
    They keep it firm
    And hold it aloft
Uh la la, I watch her
    Walk away
It makes my day
But what do I gain
    But my daily bread
    Anyway

Individualistic confidence in one self, one’s sense of personal value, is drawn not from within, not from the depths of one’s personality, but from the outside world. It is the ideological interpretation of one’s social recognizance and tenability by rights, and of the objective security and tenability provided by the whole social order, of one’s individual livelihood – V N Volosinov –Marxism and the Philosophy of Language p89