a desolation can unfold in a moment unexpectedly
Arthur and I went out fishing this morning, fishlessly, and when we got back well after lunch, I was feeling rather “under the weather.”
I have almost never experienced anything like seasickness in my life, but the seas were somewhat heavy as we reentered Port Saint Nicholas, and I think that there is a kind of exhaustingness in riding the boat up and down across the water. I was driving, too, which requires some degree of intense focus.
So I took no walk in the afternoon, and I took no picture of any tree.
Here is a tree from my archives. I saw this tree ten years ago this month, during a visit to 장수 (Jangsu), the village in South Korea’s Jeollabuk province that is my friend Curt’s hometown.
If I recall correctly, that Buddhist temple is the one that Curt’s father was a deacon for (or whatever is the Buddhist equivalent of a deacon – in any event, a lay administrator).
[daily log: walking, 1km]
I detached my soul, let it float for a few hours, tasted the trees' roots.
Since coming back from Australia I’ve developed a little mini-tradition of making Chilean style chupe de pescado (spicy fish chowder) every Sunday. I use the less perfect pieces of frozen salmon Arthur has. Partly, it’s one of the few dishes that I cook well that he seems to consider “acceptable.”
I love to make curries, but Arthur doesn’t like those, and he considers mole poblano to be a sacrilege against chocolate. I haven’t tried making borshch, but when I described it to him he was not at all impressed by the concept. I made fried rice once, but he didn’t seem to like it much either. So these things I’d have to make on my own without hope of patronage. That, of course, lowers the incentive to make them.
the day's first two hours - when I sit, have some coffee - those reassure me
Here is a tree from the archives. I took this picture of a tree at the back entrance (parking garage entrance) of the Urimbobo apartment building, where I lived for 7 out of the 11 years I lived in Korea. So I knew the tree well, and no doubt walked past it hundreds if not thousands of times – I would pass it anytime I left my apartment building to go anywhere except to work, as all the shopping and the closest subway station were out the back entrance.
At the time I took the picture, I was noticing the Buddhist icon (the swastika) on the advertising – realizing I had a Buddhist fortune-teller in my building with me.
I didn’t take a picture of a tree today because I was working on my well-head-shed-thingy, and got really tired out doing that.
[daily log: digging, a lot]
The thought climbs up astride its weary mount To better seek and target its intents, Infecting other minds like airbourne scents - A viral dream where every glance will count. A prophet then, I forge through these events, Betraying with my words their very fount And caring not at all - who could discount? You see them, now, such cloudy, cool portents. Let's undertake to rule the world's wide mind By sending out that energetic thought: Its consequences gradually unwind. And finally, behold what thinking wrought: Baroque descriptions seemingly designed To lift a universe up out from nought.
Arthur and I went out in the boat, past Baker Island. That’s farther than I’ve ever gone with Arthur in his boat before. I think he was hoping to find some early Coho Salmon. But no fish.
I saw this tree, on an island.
At Siketi Sound, if you look southwest, you see the open ocean. There were broad, slow, large swells rolling in from the sea.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
the fog blanked it all, and white water, white mountain only existed
that rooster's crowing seems too enthusiastic when at four thirty
Here is a tree from the archives.
I didn’t walk or take pictures of trees because I was digging a hole.
The hole will accommodate a pipe off the new well-head, when the well-drilling guys return to put in the pump.
The hole is difficult to dig because there are quite large rocks embedded in the gravel, which Richard put those rocks there when he was building the driveway / parking pad, where the new well is located.
[daily log: digging rocks, 1m down]
This is interesting. There’s a new thing being tested (invented): it’s called a negative illumination diode. It generates electricity in a way similar to the way a photovoltaic cell does, but instead of generating current from the incoming photons (from e.g. the sun), it generates electricity from the outgoing photons. Outgoing photons, you ask? There are always outgoing photons, on earth, because space is cold and the earth radiates heat (infrared photons) from all its surfaces, including from the diode in question. See here.
the daily listing a mere enumeration tree plus tree plus tree
art reveals nothing. it's not projection, instead: an alternate self
the water is still but a dull dog is barking some bird gave notice