while Nat King Cole sang “Welcome to my world’…

Udon soup for dinner two nights in a row. Last night with a few frozen langoustines tossed in, tonight with a cut-up chicken breast. Both times with a sweet red pepper and a few mushrooms. The udon-in-a-bag stuff I got has unusually sparky spices in it; I was coughing and my eyes were watering a few times. I didn’t think Japanese people used a lot of pepper in soups! It’s just the thing in this drudgy weather though. Lunch today was a BELT (bacon egg lettuce & tomato sandwich) which was also a fine, fine thing.

Trying to focus through attention problems to get some reading done. I’ve read most of Stephen Batchelor’s Buddhism Without Beliefs and I like it so far. I like Buddhist thought and practice, but the 79 heavens and hells and saints and devils and flying things were too much for me.

They didn’t listen to me at the dealership last time when I told them the car was slipping a bit between 2nd and 3rd. Now it’s really slipping, and in fact has gone completely off at least twice and spun up near redline. Argh. Must now get car fixed again next week.

I’m looking forward to seeing The Predicate at Din Din tomorrow night. Who else wanna go?

6 thoughts on “while Nat King Cole sang “Welcome to my world’…

  1. Ok, whats the predicate? Also: Ken will be here. Also: Nicoles Birthday.
    How is it that there is nothing to do and then BAM, everything.
    I want to read that book, thanks for mentioning it!


  2. Tapestry of fanfic
    but the 79 heavens and hells and saints and devils and flying things were too much for me.
    Think of it as the Asian equivalent of opera — an artistic medium that seemed like a good idea at the time, may have been vivid and interesting in its first decade of life, but which is now as inscrutible and sleep-inducing as a silent movie melodrama.
    Alternate explanation: this is what happens when complex transdualist philosophy runs up against Eurasia’s endless talent for bureaucracy.
    Look out for Hellgnomes Pay-Grade 14! They have +7 writs of whoopass.


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