Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

groove is in the heart

Tess looked radiant this morning as she sang a bit of Mozart.  Her hair had been curled in gentle rings of gold, a bit too reminiscent of the eX at her best but in a good way.  Being my daughter, her beauty affects me in a totally different way than the beauty of other women.  I delight in her beauty because of the joy I know that beauty can bring her.  The trick is to help her stay strong in the throes of living with power. 

Her step-sister, I was told, had done Tess' hair.  I gave the nymph a friendly nod.  I have a wariness of the girl that isn't personal to her.  I cannot trust her because she is related to my enemy.  Outside of the worst cases, we can presume a girl will side with her father in a personal struggle.  At the same time, politics is no reason to be unkind.  I will find the strength to give, even to my enemy's kin. 

Step-sister came over to the house a few weeks ago with some of Tess' gang.  I believe there was deception involved as my understanding was that she had been forbidden to enter our evil enclave.  I remained blissfully ignorant of such details, as they are truly none of my business.  There is a delightful irony to the defection of a daughter from the major dorkus who tried to take away my kids, so I'll assume my ignorance truth.

It was 33 degrees - the very limit of texascold - as I drove to church this morning. Freezing in Texas.  I think that's a bad omen or a sign of the apocalypse.  Where is global warming when you need it?
 
Global warming is what happens when non-scientists play at science.
 
I'm not saying the globe isn't warming - the sun makes sure of that.  Climactic changes of  a global scale, however, are not well modelled by a linear equation with respect to anything.  Linear models are so last millenium. 
 
Our systems are chaotic, plain and simple.  So, if we do something, if we do nothing, if we do anything whatsoever, the result is basically unpredictable.  We - humanity - are incredibly insignificant on the planetary scale.  Whatever little thing we, as a species, manage to do will have no more (or less) impact than the flutter of a butterfly's wing in China. 

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings
Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair"

Nothing else remains.  If you want to be remembered for very long, carve your name in granite.  Chances are damn good that anything else will disintegrate within a few thousand years.  Dust in the wind.  Jeff's brother played drums with the guys in Kansas when they were in high school.

Perhaps the real problem is those chinese butterflies.  Perhaps hubris.  I used to be egotistical, but now I'm perfect.

So what is this - I discover a cure for anxiety and not even a small round of applause?  I'll remember this.  Don't think I won't.  You'll be sorry. 

My mom says you have to go home now.

Enjoy,

M

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#1  16 February 2006 - 14:17

 

'I used to be egotistical, but now I'm perfect.'

Funny, my grandpa and I had a conversation regarding much the same thing last night.

solyluna

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