some odd courage for the hard-boiled

"Jordan.
Jordan tattoos the words
FORGIVE ME
in thick black letters
down the inside of his arm
so that when he looks at his wrist
he will remember not to hate himself so much.
What he keeps forgetting
is that there is life after survival.”
-Buddy Wakefield, “Human the Death Dance"

. The whole tribe was wiped out.

The neighbours of the Nasamones are the Psylli - but they no longer exist. There is a story which I repeat as the Libyans tell it: that the south wind dried up the water in their storage tanks, so they were left with none whatever, as their territory lies wholly within the Syrtis. Upon this they held a council, and having unanimously decided to declare war on the south wind, they marched out to the desert, where the wind blew and buried them in sand. The whole tribe was wiped out.

More H-Rod (Herodotus)

Olive, Olive the cat

in case i catch amnesia by the morning or the questionable moment of my new friends' coming home.  I will say, 'Olive.'
Which reminds me of a line from 'The Little Prince,' but i can't recall which one.

NOvember

Now that we’re entrenched in fall it’s time to play my least favorite guessing game: allergies or cold?

It’s fun to combine with “exhaustion or dementia?”

mountains behind mountains, only flip that comma.

No Correlation refers to a state of mind that makes it impossible to connect your own actions with their outcomes. The things you think will make you happy don’t make you happy, and the things you expected to make you sad fail to make you sad.

I don’t mean that things fail to affect you, what I mean is that things fail to affect you in any predictable way. And more importantly, once this happens you begin to stop feeling that it’s possible for you to affect the outer world in any predictable way either. It gets difficult to work out what to do in general, because you’re no longer sure of the outcome.

Which is, I guess, just the lousy old human condition again.