An Update

All is well. Such a pleasant thing to say, that it. I can't sleep though. I came home for mothers day to see the family and such. Always a pleasant experience, well most of the time.

Ever wonder about the nature of memories? Notice, when you tell a story over and over again that it becomes your own, to the point that you create memories that support it. Does it matter if it really happened when you repeat it to another? For you it happen, or maybe you know the truth is wrapped in the story you tell but you cannot separate it out. For Lacan and Caruth, memory is a source of an ethics of sorts. Now because of this, what is the responsibility of memories that are a bit twisted by the story that fits them.

I ran into an attorney who reads Baudrillard. It was a wonderful experience.

Meeting and Philosophy

I feel lonely. I do not know why. Today it just hit me, very strongly. I was putting some things away and reorganizing my bookshelf and then it hit me. Like a freight train or a ton of bricks. I realised that time does pass, that people move away and you might never see them again. People you love, even people you dislike. They role in and out of your life before you realise you love them and miss them. How strange that really is.

Went to one of my mentor's houses for dinner. It really was wonderful. He has a wall filled with books. a library, but those are the books he doesn't really like...the good ones are in his office. He and his wife absolutely love each other and love their kids. The kids are all highly intelligent and love chess. The food was good, the drink was exquisite. The port was delicious. However, the amazing thing happened later. Here we were speaking of dealing with the implications of a finite life, about good illusions and bad illusions, as had sat there with his two year old son in his lap. It was amazing to think about.