A hefty squall line came through Austin about 0100 Tuesday and dumped 2.5 inches of much-needed rain without the hail and tornados that the weathergnomes were concerned about. I didn't check to see how far north the line went, but it was at least as far a southern Kansas. Besides the rain, the storm pushed a lot of crap out of the area, and the last couple of days have been really pleasant.
When I was in Berlin last fall I deliberately avoided anything having to do with American polyticks, and also any contacts in the US except for the person staying at my apartment and couple of others. I wanted this to be a retreat as much as a vacation.
I didn't do much tourist style activities either. Mostly I wrote a bunch of stuff -- 80 handwritten pages -- and wandered around. On one mildly dreary day i took a ride on what's called The Ringbahn
, which is part of the elevated light rail system
, and which makes an approximate circle around the geographic center of the city. The trip took about an hour. During the trip I didn't think about anything in particular, just watched the scenery go by. Later on, I decided that I really had to make some major changes when I got back to the US, and one of those was avoiding those whose life revolve around politics -- feral primate behavior, as Robert Anton Wilson once called it. Almost all of these are my approximately my age, and don't seem to have anything else to occupy their minds with. Me, I'm reading Yukio Mishima's Spring Snow
-- and hope to read the other tree novels in the series -- and have just finished Jonathan Foer's Moonwalking with Einstein
(more on that later). I've pretty much quit reading any blog that deals primarily with polyticks, and this has seemed to have helped my mental health considerably. Man may be a political animal -- as Aristotle once quipped -- but if the troop is headed for the cliff I see no reason to be equally stupid.
The other type who have been exiled from my personal space is the anus americanus vulgaris
or common American asshole. Some people have the manners of a feral dog, and I'm just not putting up with their crap any more, if it can be helped.
Having a chronic and eventually fatal disease means keeping away from anything that will weaken your body's ability to fight the disease, and that primarily means reducing stress as much as possible. Having to drive occasionally to M. D. Anderson in Houston is stressful enough. Putting up with schmucks is not really an option.