Hello CB Ilaine, I was thinking out loud worldmarket.blogspot.com and
I now take the time to respond to your kind note, and hopefully introduce levity and enhance mirth at a moment of actually still not very dire happenings.
<<Anyway, I fully admit
that my opinions about the
future aren't worth very
much.>>
... To which I must respond per my best effort and without hedge, that yes, and, for that matter, that none of our opinions are worth very much, because what is destined to happen will.
However, actions that follow on opinions may have positive or negative values assigned to them. I am, at the mo, still up for the horrible year to the sorry date. I give thanks to cohort of pen pals.
<<I fully expected today
to be one of those days upon
which the hinges of history
turn>>
As you suspected in universal instance about your opinions regarding the future, but perhaps forgot to discount this particular prediction, I figure the main event is still ahead of us, and what happened in the past week is actually of no particular consequence or even note, relative to what must still deliciously be.
<<It may well be but
not for the observation
of peasants like me. It's
a lovely early spring day,
blue sky, warm air, if
there is slaughter behind
the scenes and blood
pouring into the ditches
of the abattoirs I can't
see it>>
You are either not applying yourself or not at all looking.
The weather in Hong Kong is good as well, and we did our Easter Egg hunt and such yesterday, together with brunch time BBQ and followed by Spanish tapas dinner at the neighborhood oceanside food hangout farm1.static.flickr.com
blood pouring into street ditches and screams going silent? that is for the main course still several drinks and tapas away; so, chill.
I suspect that weather during October of 1929 was pretty and fine as well, even as conditions went red spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk
<<A good day to eat
corned beef and cabbage
and drink Irish whiskey.
And the world continues
on as it ever has>>
Every day is a good day to do as you suggested, and coincidentally, the world continues afterwards each and every day.
Chugs, TJ |
