you all didn't do much last night.
I see the hurricane did not do quite what it could have done and maybe won't set off another freak show of incompetence and callousness. that would be good. contrary to what some rightist pundits think, most liberals don't cheer when politicians kill. I suspect the pundits project their own responses.
but we'll see. I wonder about those who couldn't evacuate but the storm's not over so I guess we don't know yet how everyone will do.
I got up early to see if I could get some work done before heading off to the zendo. I'm not sure I will stay for the lecture this time although I did want to talk afterwards to someone about next week's three-day retreat that I'm thinking of doing although it costs money I don't really have to spare. you can negotiate prices though.
santiago is curled up on my lap as if to ask why we are out of bed. this of course means I can't really move. last night he slept curled up in my armpit. it's cozier and sweeter than it sounds. I noted that it is just about as nice to sleep surrounded by cats who love you as to sleep next to a person who loves you. and cats don't snore. I was going to say they also take up less of the bed but we all know that's not really true. the three of us, though, we have our places all worked out so that no one is crowded and everyone touches. santiago will wake me up in the middle of the night if I stray from my position of welcoming him with my left arm. he taps my shoulder and meows till I turn back over. it is at once annoying and cute.
I'm not sure just what sort of work I wanted to do. I have to: pick out next week's readings from the collected poems and letters of Rimbaud, write their first paper assignment, read and take notes on 15 pages of Nietzsche and then make up a lecture. although one might think that planning ahead and reading the Nietzsche now would be good, I actually prefer to leave that till as close to class time as I can push it and still have time to produce something coherent to say. that way all the inspiration that hits can be used to present instead of allowed to dissipate. so far it has worked well.
I don't know exactly what will turn out to be most pertinent in Nietzsche--I mean I have a good idea of what I'm going to say, but I don't know where their interest and/or sticking points might be, so it is hard to write an assignment just yet. I tend to follow class interests in assigning papers so that they get to write about a subject that has actually caught their eye already. I have considered emailing their assignment to them on Tuesday but that would mean we wouldn't get to talk a lot about the paper in class on Monday, and I think they will need a certain amount of talking about it. so I'm not sure what to do about that just yet.
I guess this means pick out some Rimbaud. Rimbaud before zen. that should spice up meditation.
there's a goodly number of people gathered at the park three blocks away and there are helicopters and light planes flying round and round overhead and although I did stroll through the crowd to get a feel for how big and how angry I decided to come home rather than march with them. this I think is due not only to my forgetting to smear sunscreen on my scalp before going to zazen (who after all needs sunscreen in a basement zendo?) also to my general feeling of futility when it comes to political demonstrations in san francisco.
I mean who here needs convincing? I think all these nice people should have taken a plane to DC and been in that march there and I even would have considered it myself had I not been teaching and needing this weekend to prepare for that. at least the dickheads in the white house might notice a couple million people on the lawn. here city hall pretty much joins in with whatever we're doing and our outrage just floats out on the air towards no target in particular.
I mean maybe this march will generate some media attention since the hacks have finally noticed that the administration is criminal and the people of the nation are beginning to suspect that bush doesn't have the slightest clue what he is doing other than playing war and protecting his rich friends so maybe there would be some use in going but I just don't know. it's only three blocks away so I could go on back over there.
on the other hand there is work to be done here. nothing I couldn't put off I suppose but I'll feel better tomorrow if I have certain things taken care of today like their paper assignment and whatever introductory blurb I want to give for the coming Rimbaud/van Gogh week.
teaching mondays is nice for the rest of the week but it's hell on the weekends.
dang. I suddenly want to go to Target to browse low tech gear but citycarshare has no cars free until 6 and by that time I'll be pondering bed.
I wonder what downtown can approximate Target. there's Walgreens but I've memorized their bay area inventory. maybe a trip to Office Max to dream about organizing the many pieces of paper that I keep near me. or the Container Store. I looooove the Container Store but I have shelves here that I should put up already.
I need a wallet insert window card holder thingy and I cannot find one in all of san francisco. wtf. I'm going to have to fashion one out of duct tape.