Why they go down it I can only begin to wonder.
What sort of mecca do they hope to find at the cold metal grating that marks it's end:
A world of books?
If pigeons could read I wonder what they would make of the store?
How many of them would pick up the same book and look at it with sheer perplexion because the last has left a world of pigeon shit on the text?
One never knows.
It snowed yesterday here in Logan, and it was snowing today when I woke up.
Not a terrible amount of snow, though terrible enough to deter me from wanting to go to work.
I don't hate my job, I would just rather be some where else, doing something else than entering books on a computer all day.
Then I take the time to do this. I don't write at work very often, just when it's really, really slow, and I'm really, really bored: like right now.
The snow is melting, though the sky, still overcast is threating us with more of the same.
I hope it rains.
I like the rain. The rain is a romantic.
Deep down I'm a romantic, who has the unfortunant distiction of being a realist and a cynic.
It's tough being me.
Not really, though at times I'd like to think so.
But I really do like the rain. Hate the snow.
When it snows it means, inevitably I'm going to have to go out to my automobile and drive around in it.
I hate driving in the snow.
If I had an occupation where I didn't have to leave my house to make money, then the snow would be fine.
But I don't.
I don't even mind the cold, just the snow itself.
Though if I had a snowmobile....
The snow is romantic, but I feel that rain is more so.
Its sensual, snow not so much.
You never image yourself and a significant other running outside in the snow naked, grasping each other in a long embrace and kissing while the snow falls around you.
Unless you have sick fantasy of various extremities shriveling up and falling off due to frost bite.
I don't, but you may.
The birds are quiet now. I don't think they've died, perhaps found a way back out of the shaft that doesn't entail human assistance.
Humanity has made the world a convient place for everything.
Sure the animals have to adjust a bit to adapt out of their natural habitat, but hey the benifit too.
Look at the seagulls at all the garbage dumps.
Don't have to fly nearly as far to get a meal.
Here in Utah the Seagull's the state bird.
Because it save the early mormon settlers from a cricket infestation.
Of course the crickets were actually a grasshoper variant, though nobody told the early settlers at the time.
In return they've built large heaping open garbage dumps for the birds.
The birds are grateful.
So poetic.
Life.
Though whether or not the poem is a Tennyson or a Lovecraft depends on the person.
Makes you laugh to think about really.
The poor individual living the Lovecraft life; running from otherworldly demons that have been around for ages.
Dumb bastard.
The saying goes "Wake up and smell the roses."
What if I don't like the way roses smell?
What if I prefer lillies, or daisies, or orchids?
What then?
We are in a drought here in Utah. The snow should be a much welcome sigh of relief.
Perhaps it is.
Perhaps it is a sign of the impending doom of a new ice age.
I keep hearing about that; a new ice age.
I'm not overly frightened by it, but perhaps I should be.
Though what of it. I can't do anything to stop it, can I?
That seems to be the problem of prophecy.
I read in a book not long ago that most prophets or revelators, gave thier prophecies as a warning, not as a decree that something could happen.
Most people take it as a decree.
Maybe most prophecies are self fulfulling?
Perhaps scientists are making prophecies that other scientists fufill.
Or perhaps not.
I'm entering books about the bible right now at work.
Interesting.
The bible that is, or is it THE BIBLE.
I've forgotten some of the stories, I like the old testament the best myself.
How Jacob decieved Issac to get the blessing that should have gone to his brother. How Abraham sent away all of his other male children to ensure that Isaac would get God's blessing.
Joseph being betrayed by his brothers and sold into slavery.
I can't help feel a little bad for the house of Israel really.
They get the land of Cannaan, then, after settling in, they lose it.
Of course they lose because they are disobedient, still they lose it.
They seem to be the most faithful when in captivity.
When times are hardest... strange, things haven't changed much have they.
Enough rambling for today. If any of you have made it this far, I feel that I should reward you.
But, I have nothing you want really so you'll get no reward from me.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 2:23 PM
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