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An outbreak of quotations
Mar. 17th, 2017 10:39 pmEric is away visiting family, so I am looking in on the cat once a day. I took the bus and walked the five blocks from 38th Street, though it was a blustery gray damp day. I ended up one block too far west, which meant that I came to his place along the block where we generally park Lydy's car when we borrow it. The people who live there have a lovely garden, and while this is not at all in evidence at the moment, I still looked the yard over out of habit. Under the big evergreen in the side yard was a large piece of blue cardboard hand-lettered in black: “We are now living in an age which doubts both fact and value. It is the life of this age that we wish to see and judge. Flannery O'Connor.”
When I went home again I took the 9 to its confluence with the 23, and was glad that I had, because the wind had risen a lot and the air had if anything gotten damper. As I was waiting for the 23, I saw across the street and a little way further east a house with a white-painted concrete-block wall around its yard. On the alley side of the wall, facing the eastbound traffic, someone had painted neatly in black, "And so we beat on, boats against the current, ceaselessly borne back into the past. F. Scott Fitzgerald." On the wall facing the street directly, there were two more painted quotations. The one on the left was, "Remember that justice is what love looks like in public. Cornell West." On the right, "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. Elie Wiesel." I walked down to try to take photos, but my phone wasn't good enough to get an image from across the street, and the bus was coming. I'm pretty sure I got these right; though two of them are not quite accurate in spelling or wording, the gist is quite well preserved.
I wonder what this outbreak portends.
Just before I left I had done a flurry of self-promotional posts about my Patreon and the links to locations where books of mine are on sale. When I got home I was somewhat startled and very pleased to see that I had six new supporters. When I was talking to Raphael about this, Raphael suggested that I should remember to lock my cat photos so that only patrons could see them. I said I'd try to do better but that I hated locking people out and that I really valued every single $1 a month supporter. "But a dollar a month gets you cat photos, doesn't it?" said Raphael. I began to agree and then remembered. "No. A dollar a month gets you the revision reports. Cat photos are five dollars a month." "Oh well!" said Raphael. "After all, they're cat photos. Where else on the internet could you get something like that?" I said that I knew I was Doin' it Wrong. But that is in fact why I keep making the cat photos public.
After this I made what was allegedly an Irish stew with tempeh. It was good, but I'm not sure about the Irish part.
Pamela
When I went home again I took the 9 to its confluence with the 23, and was glad that I had, because the wind had risen a lot and the air had if anything gotten damper. As I was waiting for the 23, I saw across the street and a little way further east a house with a white-painted concrete-block wall around its yard. On the alley side of the wall, facing the eastbound traffic, someone had painted neatly in black, "And so we beat on, boats against the current, ceaselessly borne back into the past. F. Scott Fitzgerald." On the wall facing the street directly, there were two more painted quotations. The one on the left was, "Remember that justice is what love looks like in public. Cornell West." On the right, "The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. Elie Wiesel." I walked down to try to take photos, but my phone wasn't good enough to get an image from across the street, and the bus was coming. I'm pretty sure I got these right; though two of them are not quite accurate in spelling or wording, the gist is quite well preserved.
I wonder what this outbreak portends.
Just before I left I had done a flurry of self-promotional posts about my Patreon and the links to locations where books of mine are on sale. When I got home I was somewhat startled and very pleased to see that I had six new supporters. When I was talking to Raphael about this, Raphael suggested that I should remember to lock my cat photos so that only patrons could see them. I said I'd try to do better but that I hated locking people out and that I really valued every single $1 a month supporter. "But a dollar a month gets you cat photos, doesn't it?" said Raphael. I began to agree and then remembered. "No. A dollar a month gets you the revision reports. Cat photos are five dollars a month." "Oh well!" said Raphael. "After all, they're cat photos. Where else on the internet could you get something like that?" I said that I knew I was Doin' it Wrong. But that is in fact why I keep making the cat photos public.
After this I made what was allegedly an Irish stew with tempeh. It was good, but I'm not sure about the Irish part.
Pamela
