The Dan Hicks concert is tomorrow night. My most recent contact with J. Brunner was over a cell phone while I waa in Alaska. He had to go back to Mumbai, I guess, so he has left the tickets at some undisclosed location. In reality, I have no interest in driving to Annapolis on a summer evening to NOT see Mr. Brunner. Guilt, as usual, overwhelms me. For the second time in as many days, I am forced to quote Randy Newman, who wrote: Sometimes I hate myself so much, that it takes a whole lot of medicine for me to feel like somebody else.
But then again, it was F. Nietsche said, "How great must man's self-love be, that it can overcome so much self-hatred."
And we shall move forward from that point, but probably not as far as Annapolis.
Well that's a bummer, but not, perhaps worthy of self-hatred (though one hardly needs a pretext for that anyway). Another day another way. I'll be at home on Thursday, not seeing either one of you.
Missed Jim, missed Dan, and more. Back in Mumbai now for full monsoon. Mira and Jai are on summer vacation -- just hanging out and loving every minute of "doing nothing". I've been busy with work, which is why I had to forego a visit to the tree-struck Firestone lodge. Specifically I forewent (is that a word?)the DC visit in order to be at the launch of a project to build a shining vision - a Financial and Tec City in Ahmedabad, about an hour's flight from Mumbai. Schmoozed on the ceremonial couch with the minister, the object of a full-blown personality cult and notorious for encouraging sectarian violence that killed thousands about 7 years ago. Friendly, personable, and an ego like a force field. I'll be back some day.
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The Dan Hicks concert is tomorrow night. My most recent contact with J. Brunner was over a cell phone while I waa in Alaska. He had to go back to Mumbai, I guess, so he has left the tickets at some undisclosed location. In reality, I have no interest in driving to Annapolis on a summer evening to NOT see Mr. Brunner. Guilt, as usual, overwhelms me.
For the second time in as many days, I am forced to quote Randy Newman, who wrote:
Sometimes I hate myself so much,
that it takes a whole lot of medicine
for me to feel like somebody else.
But then again, it was F. Nietsche said, "How great must man's self-love be, that it can overcome so much self-hatred."
And we shall move forward from that point, but probably not as far as Annapolis.
Well that's a bummer, but not, perhaps worthy of self-hatred (though one hardly needs a pretext for that anyway). Another day another way. I'll be at home on Thursday, not seeing either one of you.
Thanks for your thoughts, Mr. Blood. I turn once again to Mr. Newman, who sang:
"I know what love is."
jim
Missed Jim, missed Dan, and more. Back in Mumbai now for full monsoon. Mira and Jai are on summer vacation -- just hanging out and loving every minute of "doing nothing". I've been busy with work, which is why I had to forego a visit to the tree-struck Firestone lodge.
Specifically I forewent (is that a word?)the DC visit in order to be at the launch of a project to build a shining vision - a Financial and Tec City in Ahmedabad, about an hour's flight from Mumbai. Schmoozed on the ceremonial couch with the minister, the object of a full-blown personality cult and notorious for encouraging sectarian violence that killed thousands about 7 years ago. Friendly, personable, and an ego like a force field.
I'll be back some day.
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