A fine day

       Because of the pandemic, I supervise outdoors several times a week. I help oversee two classes of 6s and they enjoy running around. It was a very clear sky and half-decent temps. Climate change has its moments, and it's very hard to feel guilty about such nice weather. It's been a week since the temper tantrum at Capitol Hill, and the Orange Turd caught himself a most dubious distinction. First (supposed) president to get impeached twice - let the welkin ring with schadenfreude! Next week will bring us Boring Biden. This time the welkin shall echo with relieved sighs.

      My sister loaned me the two volumes of 'The Monkees' and I'm enjoying the viewing. I'm not the binging type, so it's going to take a while for me to go through both seasons. There are just two of the dudes left; long may they live! To quote the video below, "Old age shall this generation waste" but DVD's may yet save us from missing all this good taste.

 

       A shout-out to WØEPD - Rabbit Ears TV, where I found this advert. I originally saw this advert on a copy of 'Head' - trust me; that is not a movie to miss. Flawed but interesting, said MAD Magazine. But yeah, old age will waste us all in the end. No, I'm not feeling my age. I have another 30-40 years before I should be able to complain about being old. My memère turns 94 in February and I don't think she complains about being old. Then again, this is the woman who went parasailing for the first time at 70. She's more connected to social media than I am.

     No sims stuff today. Maybe another time. Just meandering and pondering meaninglessly. Oh, and the television show 'The Monkees' had its moments of good taste, for yer big fat information.

BYE.

SOC stuff

I talk in stream-of-consciousness all the time, going from point to point effortlessly. Some might say I'm being totally random. I know that people who are not in the loop with all the jumping get confused and frustrated. (Apologies, parents) Anyway, I finished reading "Tristram Shandy & A Sentimental Journey" by Laurence Sterne and was once again boggled by the SOC I encountered in these two books. "A Sentimental Journey" was less stream-of-consciousness than "Tristram Shandy" was, but still boggling all the same. "Tristram Shandy" is a hard book to follow and well-nigh completely plotless. A hundred little side-plots flowing through Shandy's shifting, meandering narrative. There's much more about his father and uncle than about himself in this book. Constant dialogue between these fellows, and it goes so much deeper than a few remarks per scene.
Sterne also has to flesh out just about every back-story he creates, which leaves the reader spinning and gasping for air every now and then. I'm not saying the book is bad. For its time, and even for these days, it's a ground-breaker. People still like a ghost of a plot that they can follow, so I don't know if "Tristram Shandy" would be welcome had it been published these days. Of course, there's also Joyce's "Ulysses" for those seeking a SOC experience. I've read that book, and I know I'll have to read it again, because I was totally lost.
Before I wrap this up, I have one more SOC experience to discuss. In 1968, the Monkees came out with their 'flawed but interesting' movie "Head". Our familiy was enduring a rebirth of Monkeemania in the late 1990's and my sister bought "Head" to see what it was like. Anyone who has seen the movie knows what kind of experience it is. The heroes jump from event to event, and yet it all hangs rather well together. Considered ground-breaking in a technical sense (underwater camera action), it was a huge bomb at the box office. "Head" was my first encounter with stream-of-consciousness outside the house. Not my favourite movie, but better than some movies with actual plots.
Just like "Tristram Shandy" and "Ulysses".