Well, let's see, Joan, X, JP and I got Barrett and Hodgkins to admit that males are more prone to violent crime than females, that took about two days
I'd like to see how long it would take you to convince them that people like chocolate, or that sex feels good. Some people seem to have a hard time accepting the obvious. Or else they approached the argument assuming that only a lost cause can interest a gentleman, to use the term somewhat loosely.
We had more days than anyone could really stand of Barrett and Hodgkins oinking at each other.
I can't really blame them for that. All men are pigs; it is either an inalienable right or an inherent characteristic, I've forgotten which. Remind me to ask Terrence. Of course some pigs have more style than others, a significant distinction.
FT is on a rant about all human activity being motivated by greed and rage, or some such, and he pops up from time to time spouting.
I'm debating whether to take a nap this afternoon or to go out and practice the defective left-side roll. Greed or rage?
Nihil has been causing trouble.
I'm glad somebody stood in for me. Do you think he did it out of greed, out of rage, or both?
Ish made a brief appearance in support of the oinking, but cleverly retreated when the Sisterhood started wailing on the MCPs.
Ish is smart. Discretion is the only part of valor. Of course when the wailing is over we oink on, but so it has always been, and always will be. Once a pig, always a pig.
Lao-Tse and some of the others opined about teenage sex, that was a while back, don't know if you were around for that.
I wasn't unfortunately; I might have had something to say on the subject. Oink oink, probably.
I left last Friday AM, got back early this morning. Paddling the sea kayak this time, anound a rather remote and very lovely corner of the country. Very calm, water like glass, strange coast, all huge limestone cliffs, caves, hundreds of little islands strewn about, weird twisted trees clinging to rocks. Unfortunately, in the last year the underwater environment has been completely ravaged. Used to have beautiful coral reefs around every island, no more. The drag-trawlers and the poison-fishermen (they use dilute cyanide to catch live aquarium fish and live fish for those Chinese restaurants that show you the fish in aquariums; the poison kills the coral) found the place and cleaned it out in the most resolute fashion possible. The locals are really quite bitter about it, as they have very little left to eat. All totally illegal, of course, but the fishing is run by big operators with faster boats, more guns, and more money than the people who are supposed to be enforcing the laws. They actually have managed to arrest a few, and are trying to prosecute, but money talks...
Depressing. Like snorkelling through a cemetary. The coral will of course grow back; at an inch every hundred years it may reach its previous condition in a few millenia. I wonder what Terrence would say about it; presumably that since nobody "owns" the coral reefs they should be free for anyone to mash; after all, what right does the government have to tell people where and how they can catch fish?
Other than that, lots of fun; also got to mess around in the jungle on the slopes of a nearby volcano. Dormant, of course. I don't hang around when the eruptions start, for the same reasons that I don't provoke the Sisterhood.
Now trying to catch up on work; a dubious proposition, as there wasn't much sleep last night. I'd rather paddle a boat. |
