Not much today, but a bit of bloggage. I’ve taken to keeping my to-do list on a sticky widget — which is not a sticky wicket, but a computerized sticky note. Tiger has this very cool widget display, which I’ve become rather reliant on. My widgets: Dictionary, traffic, calendar, weather, sticky note and the Daily Tao. (And yes, James, sometimes your haiku, but not always.) I love that one, the Daily Tao, because they use the Stephen Mitchell translation, and what do you know, today is one of my favorites. I used to meditate on it when I was riding horses every day, because it’s pretty much the core of horsemanship:
Men are born soft and supple;
dead, they are stiff and hard.
Plants are born tender and pliant;
dead, they are stiff and dry.
Thus, whoever is stiff and inflexible
is a disciple of death.
Whoever is soft and yielding
is a disciple of life.
The hard and stiff will be broken.
The soft and supple will prevail.
Anyway, my sticky is full-up today, and yesterday was boring, although I read several chapters of “The Darling,” and once again, Russell Banks has run the bases. I love Russell Banks. You just can’t go wrong with that guy.
I don’t know how many readers I still have in Fort Wayne, but those who are left might enjoy a new blog there, Fort Wayne Media Notes. I’ve been saying for years that the town needs some competent media criticism, something it’s been lacking under Miss Reynolds’ reign of junior-high-school mean-girl terror. The proprietor seems to be a nice guy with a better-than-average layman’s take on local media, so I’ll wish him well and hope I don’t regret it later. If nothing else, he must be on the right track, because Miss Reynolds immediately went out and snatched up a bunch of nearly identical Blogger domains, I’m sure to capitalize on people who might go looking and not get the address exactly right. So, then, it’s Fort Wayne Media Notes, not notebook, not news, the latter of which are all the new property of the mean girls.
Lance is trying to drag me down Memory Lane again. He has a post about Colm Feore that mentions yours truly, and includes pictures. That was a good trip.
Department of Gee, Thanks, Eric: Zorn has another link to a time-waster, this one at least marginally amusing: What level of Dante’s Inferno are you bound for?
Me? Oh, you knew I was headed there:
The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
|Purgatory (Repenting Believers)||Very Low|
|Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)||Low|
|Level 2 (Lustful)||Very High|
|Level 3 (Gluttonous)||High|
|Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)||Very Low|
|Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)||Very High|
|Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics)||High|
|Level 7 (Violent)||Moderate|
|Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)||High|
|Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous)||High|
Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test
Note that I ranked high on gluttony and lust. Sounds like a disciple of life to me.