“Fool! I am the Fates’ lieutenant; I act under orders. … I feel strained, half-stranded, as ropes that tow dismasted frigates in a gale; and I may look so. But ere I break, ye’ll hear me crack; and till ye hear that, know that Ahab’s hawser tows his purpose yet. … For ere they drown, drowning things will twice rise to the surface; then rise again, to sink forever more.”—
In May of 1839, Herman Melville found himself riveted by an article in the New York monthly magazine The Knickerbocker about a “renowned monster, who had come off victorious in a hundred fights with his pursuers”…
15:38// A bird, I believe a great blue heron, caws repeatedly along the gorge. I went to share part of the quote posted at the end of the previous post to FB, where this article appeared in my feed. Turning to my right, the pieces of an exploded watch suspended in a block of Lucite. Strange days, indeed. You remain the one and only true love of my life.
18:04// I finish the book tomorrow, three years to the day from that first evening beneath the old clock tower, since disappeared.
“Would to God these blessed calms would last. But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed gradations, and at the last one pause:— through infancy’s unconscious spell, boyhood’s thoughtless faith, adolescence’ doubt (the common doom), then scepticism, then disbelief, resting at last in manhood’s pondering repose of If. But once gone through, we trace the round again; and are infants, boys, and men, and Ifs eternally. Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?”—
Herman Melville, “Moby Dick”
15:44// I am sorry. I forgive. I miss bringing that smile to your face. You live on in my memory each and every day. I love you — I truly always will. I miss you. Be well stranger. x^3
15:58// Reading the end of Chapter 114, I think of your right foot upon the elliptical, looking out past the white hyacinth towards the glittering golden dome of the bank and the passing silver trains, as Starbuck, “gazing far down from his boat’s side into that same golden sea,” murmured:
"Loveliness unfathomable, as ever lover saw in his young bride’s eyes!—
Tell me not of thy teeth-tiered sharks, and
thy kidnapping cannibal ways.
Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory;
I look deep down
and do believe.”
Beyond all the noise, nonsense, and nothingness, my one true love, I still believe. I love you. Be well. x^3
Cyborg Unplug is a gadget no bigger than a laptop charger that plugs into a wall and patrols the local Wi-Fi network for connected Google Glass devices, along with other potential surveillance gadgets like Google Dropcams, Wi-Fi-enabled drone copters, and certain wireless microphones.
23:55// It’s 2054, you step into the gallery space, a bright yellow sign appears across your field of vision informing you that your enhancements are being temporarily deactivated. Your cochlear implant and retinal display cut out, you are left standing alone, in silence, in an empty white room. The anxiety is rather overwhelming.
2:01// He is glad he stuck with buying the ‘SD’ version of “Air Disasters: Grand Canyon”, when he notices the down-quality filter used to depict scenes within the DC-7. He is using his power as a ‘cultural influencer’ to push for the elimination of the obnoxious consumer choice between ‘SD’ and ‘HD’, having already pointed out to Amazon at least 5 typos/formatting errors in the Kindle edition of “Moby Dick”. He may be an utter failure in the short-run (a now familiar part of the roller coaster of life for ‘people like him’), but has social capital out the wazoo.
3:36// Air Disasters: Season 4, Episode 7: Catastrophe at O’Hara// The year was 1979. The airline had wired a CCTV loop from the cockpit window to the passenger cabin of the DC-10. The passengers saw the tilting ground plane of their ultimate fate through the grainy black-and-white video feed from the forecastle. I often consider such moments, of the accident, and, having such thoughts, I am incredibly zealous to make peace. I had an aunt who was run over by a passing bus in Gotham. I nearly was killed by one my second day at Oxford. That we found one another to begin with is truly miraculous S. I love you. I absolutely adore you. Understanding how and why things went wrong, we can grow stronger from this in the long-run, but it is in your hands. I love you, be well ‘chill guy’.
12:59// [Redacted: We are both well aware of all that has been lost. I am sorry and, despite everything, I still love and forgive you. Be well.]
13:21// Fail once, people begin to see you as a failure. It can become a vicious cycle. 13:45// Please don’t hate me. I have suffered so greatly for so long just trying to make peace. I am sorry for my past wrongs, but am I really so far beyond forgiveness? I forgive you. I truly love you. I invested my entire life in us. Please, open your heart to peace. Be well brother.
“Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee; as for the time it did me. There is wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle and some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.”—
Herman Melville, “Moby Dick”
15:39// I left out the bit where he speaks of men who walk quickly through cemeteries and study nothing but opera. Please forgive me. I love you. Be well brother.