A half-day furlough is spent largely in dissipation. Eventually, emerging from the youtubery, facebookery and other foolery, I begin checking off the remaining items on yesterday's to-do list. Better late than never. This involves a relatively superficial but thorough cleaning of the apartment; a good 45 minutes or so out in the garden; creation of a Nirvana 2 account (my favorite task-management software at the moment); working through my recent block in studying html and css.
It is already too late - I look forward to that day when I find myself with nothing to do at 8 o'clock. It will come at some point.
I wonder what would happen if I actually won a contest I recently entered. I would be given an all-expenses paid trip to Barcelona, to depart in a week after the announcement. Strange. Would I have to drive to Denver? I doubt they would pay for a flight out of Albuquerque. Getting time off work would be a little awkward. I'm not sure what the consequences would be. But what fun.
I am reading about medieval Constantinople right now. My mind apparently harbors a dearth of Byzantine imagery. What was life, back then? Clothing, pomp, drudgery, gossip, war, what did it all look like? I've only seen highly stylized mosaics of emperors and patriarchs. Some drawing of intensely armored soldiers - nothing like the red-shielded, plumed soldiers of the Empire a millennium prior. Another gap I could fill? So tantalizing and frustrating, not to know what a civilization "looked like." It makes it ever more compelling, makes me want to read more, to create a picture in my mind. Obviously there is a niche here; maybe I could occupy that niche by popularizing this mysterious, neglected period of history?
Onward to bed; and, waking, to fix my spine to serve as proper kindling for the buried fire in my hips and loins; the flickering emotional updraft let loose in the stillness of zazen.
Dream well, all.
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