no beginning, no middle, no end

Therefore no story, just random bits of leftover language in search of a narrative thread. If not a story, then maybe a recipe: collect whatever sticks in memory, coarsely chop and saute in midnight oil, then simmer on low heat until the metaphors are transparent.

1. Everything has consequences - actions, inaction, decisions, indecision, thoughts, thoughtlessness.
Corollary 1.a. What the consequences will be, however, is never known beforehand.
Corollary 1.b. And seldom afterward.
Corollary 1.c. And then sketchily at best.

2. Having a body is like having a house. You have to work on it continually or it will fall apart, and you have to live in it (where else are you gonna go?), sometimes both working on it and living in it simultaneously, but often at different times, and not necessarily according to a schedule, at least not a schedule that is known ahead of time (see item 1 above).

3. Soon-to-be-wildly-popular consumer products just waiting for someone to design, build, and market: The Amazing Drumbrella - allows you to keep a beat and stay dry at the same time! The Amazing Drumball - looks like a basketball, sounds like a djembe! Play it solo or in a combo, compositionally or improvisationally. All you need is a floor!

4. What's on TV? The Sox sweeping the Cubs on the South Side after the Cubs swept the Sox on the North Side, a bit of drama in the preliminary rounds of women's tennis at Wimbledon, The Longest Yard, The World's Dirtest Jobs, What Not to Wear, an ad for The Dark Knight, not much else.

5. The bread came out pretty well on Sunday. Sourdough responded well to moderate heat and high humidity, and the whole wheat cranberry was it's usual reliable self, in spite of (or because of) having no cinnamon or walnut, so I might live through the week. Timing and temperature are everything.

6. The soup came out okay too. Maybe it's the iron pot.

7. There was a guest speaker at the Old North Church, so I went to an open meditation at the Buddhist Center in Franklinton. I initially missed my exit, then it poured down rain, but somehow I got there on time. It took me three tries to find the right cushion, but then I settled in comfortably with a minimum of discomfort and distraction. Getting up to walk helped a lot.

8. There was tea during a kind of intermission, and I saw a couple of people I knew. Then Lama Kathy talked about not clinging to (the causes of) suffering and several related subjects. It struck me as kind of a dialectical process, involving cause, effect, solutions, steps in a practice, and happiness. Very practical stuff, and it resonates with things I've run into lately that Kant said, Jesus said, Aristotle said, Confucius said. Not sure what I'll do about it, except keep practicing.