Leibniz Clockwork

Which of the following is the moral of Oedipus the King?

A) Kill your father.
B) Don’t marry your mother.
C) Your kids are going to sleep together and die.
D) Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Sanderson is actually five raccoons standing on top of each other in a trench coat.

All five of them have typewriters.

One good thing about sports is the way they teach you to handle high stakes. A championship game is a high-stake affair, at least for the people playing. One rarely gets to championships if one doesn’t care. There’s no reason to panic and no reason to stop caring. One shouldn’t diminish the effort involved, nor allow it to overwhelm. It isn’t easy, but it isn’t impossible. It’s just a high-stakes event.

I was walking into my building as a woman, man, and two kids were leaving. I stepped aside to let them pass and smiled to be polite.

The woman was a short one, and as we passed she looked up at me-

I have never met this woman in my life. We’ve never said hi. I’ve never seen her before.

-She looked up at me and asked, “What does the top of a refridgerator look like?”

“It’s kinda bumpy and there’s all that stuff you’ve been looking for for six months,” I said.

She asked, “Like those socks I’m missing?”

“Exactly. They’re up there.”

“I knew it!” She walked past.

The guy just looks at the two of us like we’re insane.

But she was pretty short. She’s probably never seen the top of a refridgerator in the wild. I understood.

If I’m not going to do something about politics, I won’t talk about it.

My internet was down for a while. I got some work done, but not much.

I’ve heard it said that to understand all is to forgive all. I don’t think so. Understanding makes forgiveness easier, but they aren’t the same thing. People make decisions.

It’s hard to focus on dry math and abstract wiring with everything going on in the world. This is why humans send thoughts and prayers to each other. There is little I can do, but the urge to do something never rests.

But little actions add up, and there are many of us.

Still, I have to get through tomorrow, the day after, and the day after. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time.

Blogs are weird. They’re diaries for the world.

I’m not really sure what to say here.

And he was what the intelligence community said he was all along. Welcome back to the days of empire building.