I'm all mellowed out after a day spent the way freshman music history books describe Beethoven in his later years, shaking his fists at the heavens and yelling at God. He earned the right to do that for the fugue in the third movement of the 5th alone, disregarding completely the entire 9th, for which God might even pardon Genghis Khan..
I have done nothing except have a bad day, but one which ended good. I'm sitting at the living room table watching Roberto Benigni in Johnny Stechinno of IFC, who scene by scene reminds me that before we heap mounds of AM Radio Scorn on the Freedom People for giving Jerry Lewis the Legion Of Honor, we should examine the foibles that gave Begnigni the Oscar for La Vita e Bella.
Let's see, humor in concentration camps, not as "I know nothing" as Hogan's Heroes, but certainly not as garish as The Day The Clown Cried is purported to be, though no one really know for sure because it was never released.
Benigni; Benign, I. There's a mnemonic for you if you have trouble remembering this guy now.
But that's not why I blog. It was a side trip, a diversion, but not a detour. I'm writing because I'm blogging in the Living Room on my laptop, instead of in the dank and occasionally oppressive computer room. I can do this because I wasted $99.60 on a D-Link wireless router at Best Buy ($30 rebate later!) today. It took less than 30 minutes to set up and, if you're ever in the neighborhood, my 64-bit WEP is "Twyla".
The real Twyla is stretched out on the floor doing more imitations of famous paintings. Claudette is on the arm of the sofa, more comfortable than she appears to be when she rests in the dirty laundry hamper in the computer room. I am within eyesight of the range, which is cooking up some leftovers. It was another spring like day and after I set up the wireless router I escaped to the Armadillo for some pleasant beers with pleasant friends who enjoyed the pork jerky I brought with me there.
The jerky itself improved greatly after a day at rest, as dried foods seem to do for some magickal reason. 'Ove' Glove is hanging peacefully from a kitchen hook, within eyesight also, upside down, like a bat in cave. The wireless is working and as the weather warms I see the porch with pine siskins, orioles, goldfinches, cardinals, tufted titmice, nuthatches, hummingbirds, chickadees, and sparrows beckon. God's in the heavens and all's right with blogging.
I have no arguments with God tonight, but in the kitchen there are some beans, and pork neck bones to pick.
8:03:41 PM 
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