Hello, Singapore! Sleepwalking Into The Weekend! Orthodox Deaconesses, J.M. Coetzee, Solar Power

I slept away most of Thursday. Maybe I overdid the anti-rat spraying of ammonia and bleach? I came home from work and collapsed. Then was awake for around 3 hours then back to sleep.

I still did not want to get up on Friday. I went to the group therapy, about went to sleep there. I came back to the apartment and slept. When I got up, I just piddled my time away. Too tired to do anything requiring thought, but not sleepy. Having a blinding headache after dinner did not help, either. Talked to CC. I think I talked to KH on Thursday - the house in Florida devastated. I made one trip after getting home - down to the convenience store for RC Cola.

I have been up for about 2 hours. Fixing my phone payments is staggeringly difficult. It does help to say there is an issue without stating what the issue is.

Some notes saved for the past two days. When I cnanot concentrate enought o write, I do tryto take notes.

The Cleveland Review of Books's Pole Dancing: On J.M. Coetzee’s Late Style by Bailey Trela has much of interest to say about the idea of late style (I am late but have no style, so I find the whole idea interesting in a bemused way - as in what could have been if I had stayed with writing when young), and about J.M. Coetzee.

Coetzee was one fo those writers I ahd heard of (he won the Nobel Prize for Literature) but did nto read until I went to prison. I think the review captures much of my feelings about his writing - I onlyhad access to his later books - but it also crystallized an inchoate thought. So inchoate I am nto sure I knew I ahd it until the read the following paragraph. I will nto say Coetzee is an easy read, but he is fascinating in a way the essay outlines. Engimatic comes to mind as I write this.

It is a pitiless ending. “With the whole of his pathetic project laid out before her on her desk, his project of resurrecting and perfecting a love that was never firmly founded, she is overcome with exasperation but also with pity,” Coetzee writes. “The picture grows clearer and clearer before her eyes: the old man at his typewriter in his ugly apartment, trying to force into life his dream of love, using an art that he was not master of.” 

What do you know? Romance lives—or better to say, lives on. 

(Finally got the phone info updated. I think it took 30 minutes, a crash of Chrome, a hang-up of Chrome, and 2 reloadings of the page. Stupid. At the same time, YouTube refuses to play but I can download songs!)

 The song for Thursday:

Readings for Saturday morning do not, include all that was in the email, just what I thought worth reading in full.

Creating “Proposed Guidelines” for Deaconesses from Public Orthodoxy may seem a little too much an inside baseball kind of thing, but for me it shows how the Orthodox Church works. There is Tradition and then there is tradition; the former trumping the latter. There is the application of Tradition to present circumstances. It is not a hidebound mentality.

There is another thing that comes to mind while reading this article. The Orthodox Church has its patriarchal aspects, I have never seen it denigrate woman as inherently evil. Eve is replaced by Mary the Theotokos. 

From the theological to the mundane: Public Workshop Will Focus on Examining Utility-Scale Solar Development. 

The Center for Energy Education will sponsor a “Solar 101 Community Workshop” from 5-8 p.m. Thursday, Oct. 24, at the Murpah Shrine Club, 3671 N. Shrine Road, in Muncie. The workshop is open to the public and free.

I still think encouraging people to put solar panels on their houses would help make us energy independent, especially if excess production returns to the community for use to encourage business growth. This also seems the best use for those brownfields that remain unused years (decade or more worth of years) after being declared brownfields. (Yeah, Anderson, I am talking about you.)

 Fox News Tried Going After Denmark:

Alex Salmond died. That means nothing unless you pay attention to Scotland. Englesberg Ideas has a profile for those wanting more Alex Salmond, the nearly man who almost broke up Britain:

Yet it would be wrong to dwell only on the last years of his career, which dismayed so many of his supporters and former colleagues. He was the most remarkable and, for a long time, successful politician not only of his own times, but for many generations. Before Salmond the SNP was insignificant, the home of romantics and cranks. The idea that it could be a governing party was risible. Conversations about Scottish Independence would end with a sigh, ‘aye, it would be grand, but we could never afford it’. Salmond made the impossible seem possible, even, for a few years, probable.

 I did more sleeping this afternoon, but I did get to the grocery and my hair cut. So, three things that were to be done are done.

I spent the evening putting in submissions, and making some changes to "Unintended Consequences of Art" and "Love Stinks".

Now, my eyes bother me, and I will watch a show on Peacock.

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