Greetings from the memory motel!
I did not go to Ball State today. Rain was predicted (but did not come), and more importantly, I was tired. Work was over before 2 pm, and I walked back to my place. By 2:40, I was napping and did not come up for air until around 5 pm.
Which is when I went back to my old ways. This actually started a couple of days ago, but it was today that I decided to keep going. See, I have started reading law review articles, again. I think I will get to working on my article on Indiana’s Bill of Rights. Why not? I started it over 30 years ago, I might as well finish it.
Of course, I do not have all my Indiana research. That disappeared by the hands of whoever cleared out my office.
Finishing my article had been more of a speculation than a decision until my first break today. I asked a couple of co-workers whether they intended to vote, and if marijuana legalization determined how they might vote. KH and I had discussed in a few emails how poorly Indiana voters turned out for last week’s primary, and the likelihood we would remain under Republican control.
KH’s position is (more or less) that Indiana citizens are too dull to care about who is running their lives; mine is that Republican leadership encourages those who want to buck the system to leave and that Democrat leadership is too feckless to provide a viable alternative. My meager sampling leaves open the question; it may be that KH and I are both right, just grasping to opposite ends of the beast.
One article I read spoke of natural rights promoting the flourishing of its citizens. Several others supported the first one. What little I gleaned from my co-workers – the subject brought them to an abrupt, sullen silence – leads me to think they do not find Indiana’s government lets them flourish. On the hand, this may be my bias showing. Neither knew that Indiana’s health care system is more expensive than most other states. The older one, a male, reacted to another co-worker saying we should have a system like Canada by saying then you get half your check taken from you; the pro-Canadian co-worker replied that the insurance she was paying for was taking half of her paycheck now. I get the sense she was not happy with the services she was paying for.
So what if we started using the Indiana Bill of Rights to help foster a society that helps its citizens flourish in an equal fashion? Which question led me to decide I needed to finish what I started.
Well, it is 9:45 pm, and I spent the evening a reading a doctoral thesis and putting down some ideas, a thesis statement, into my outline for the article. Wish me luck.
I got some groceries yesterday after laving the courthouse. Right now, I have beans soaking. I wish I could say my diet today was a sane one. Maybe the weariness I have had the last few weeks will go away. I still need to order my CPAP supplies. More things needing done: change of mailing address, change of voter registration. I will do those tomorrow. I promise! Lol.
Back to BSU tomorrow. I think I will read a bit of a novel now, but mostly likely I will just go to sleep.
Sch
5/16
The back hurts, so I stayed offline today. What I did do was go to work, then downtown to change the address on my voter registration, and then deliver the change of address paperwork to the post office. I have never taken so long to put in a change of address. I capped off my travels by going down to the south side Walmart to get me new work pants. The old ones are just over a year old and have holes appearing in them. I hope this helps the knee – the old pants are almost canvas in their thickness.
That it looked like the predicted rain was imminent contributed to my decision to stay put. Well, after I made a trip to the Village Pantry.
I tried calling my cousin, and got no answer. I probably need to call earlier.
Other calls needing to be made: the sheriff, the property management group, K, and Paul S.
I do not think I am actually procrastinating. It is just that I have been tired. Oh, yeah, I need to do something about my CPAP supplies, still.
Some items I forgot to mention:
- The polygraph operator was surprised that I could vote. I am pretty sure that he is a native-born Hoosier. We do not do like the southern states (and, I guess, Iowa) prevent felons from voting. He did not sound like he approved of my being able to vote.
- During the last visit from the PO, he said he talked to someone, and they did not think anyone was living at this address. I did hear the name, not that it would have mattered. I do not know any of my neighbors, but two by name. Those two I have forgotten. What nettles is he is back making suppositions that come out as accusations completely divorced from reality. Where else would I be staying? I am paying the rent here. Why should anyone know whether I lived here or not? They have not introduced themselves to me, nor I to them. It also shows that my PO does not read this blog, if he reads much of anything. He would know where I am staying, and where I am going.
- A bit of an oddity from last week when I was sitting here in the afternoon, and I heard the sound of hooves on the asphalt outside. I turned in time to see a horse-drawn hearse going by. Surrounded by glass was a casket. I have no idea whose funeral it was. All I know is that I have never seen anything like it before.
It is 7:38. I am going to start back on my pre-trial detention journal, intending to start publishing after May 24.
sch
Friday – came home feet and back aching, so I napped. Walked downtown to get the bus to BSU since the sun is shining and only a 30% chance of rain.
I called the property management group – Middletown Properties – about the oven and furnace, only to get voice mail. The sheriff will need to be called on Monday. I called my cousin, and still no answer. I did call K and talked with her during my lunch break.
On the way to Bracken Library, I stopped at Greek’s Pizza in The Village. I was not happy with the service, but I was still tired and wrote my disgruntlement off to me being a grump. I ordered a small gourmet meat lovers – if I am going to blow a fast, I might as well do it right – and was greatly disappointed. The dough is not the same old dough. It was crispy, tasteless, disappointing.
While there I noticed the one waitress working. I could not place her until I realized she reminded me of Stephanie W., who I figure she is dead now 19 years. Her oldest children should about the same age as was their mother when I met her. Her youngest should be out of high school. These calculations make me feel old – even older when I think Stephanie should be closing on 47, if she were still alive. How have her children fared? Do they have her energy without her self-destructive streak? Is Ted still alive? Since I was maybe eight, the intersections between people’s lives have interested – streaking by, maybe some gravitational pull brings us closer to others than to some, perhaps what I see was unseen by the other, or they saw me and I did not notice them, and influences ranging from the ineffable to the heart-breaking coming and going from one to the other.
What We Can Learn From Ancient History (and what we cant?) diverted me for a few minutes and it may even been a profitable diversion:
The Bronze Age collapse has long been a topic of wonder and speculation among archaeologists. It entered popular consciousness more recently, thanks in large part to the historian Eric H. Cline’s 2014 book 1177 B.C.: The Year Civilization Collapsed. That book, which has recently received the graphic-novel adaptation reserved for the biggest pop-history hits, became a surprise bestseller for Princeton University Press. In it, Cline told the gripping story of sudden and seemingly inexplicable downfall of Bronze Age civilization, and he pinpointed its climax to an individual year: the titular 1177 B.C.
What are the lessons in all this for us today, Cline asks? He suggests that, to become resilient like the Assyrians and the Phoenicians, we should be as self-sufficient as possible, as a hedge against fragile global supply lines; prepare for extreme climate events by maintaining healthy supplies of drinking water; and do our best to keep the working class happy. This last point is fine advice, though it doesn’t necessarily follow from what we know about the collapse, given that we have no specific knowledge of any working-class revolts coinciding with the end of the Bronze Age. “Defend the coasts from marauders” might be more apropos, if less applicable.
Instead of preparing for the next calamity, Cline might have spent a bit more time on the benefits of collapse. Getting rid of centralized power may seem like a step backward in the short run, but it has its advantages in the long run. In Greece, the world of the Mycenaean god-kings and their palaces vanished, never to return. Hundreds of years later, the polis, still our model for politics and political engagement, arose in its place. Similarly, in the Near East, the kingdom of the Israelites sprang up in the power vacuum left by the retreat of the great empires. Maybe the real lesson of the Bronze Age collapse is to go with the flow, and trust that after a few centuries of warlords and swords, something better will spring up in their place.
If you have seen the movie, you will want to read THE ESCAPIST JOYS OF THE LAVENDER HILL MOB:
It is about two men, neighbors in the small Battersea London neighborhood of Lavender Hill, who become unlikely collaborators, compatriots, and friends by giving into their desires and pursuing a life of crime. Our hero is a mild-mannered bank transfer agent played by Alec Guinness (known best by younger generations for playing Obi Wan in the original Star Wars), and a frustrated artist played by Stanley Holloway (best known as playing Alfred Dolittle in My Fair Lady), who team up to commit an extraordinary heist.
And now to finish off my email.
I forgot to mention I finished Euripides' Helen. I am not sure what to make of it.
Sch