For the Imminent Dropping

Good early start.  The emails were few   Someone replied whom I hoped would do so.  I took some time to get back to him.  Beyond that there weren’t many other emails and soon I was into the morning’s news, depressing of course.  Julian Assange has been arrested and Omar Bashir has been over thrown.  Trump and Bibi are going strong.  Somewhere in California there are wall murals of American history that depict George Washington in a way that students think is reprehensible.  The school wonders if it should erase all when it more appropriately seems like a learning opportunity.

There is time this morning to not only translate an article but memorize most of it as well, as my routine suggests I must.  While yesterday I considered a reasonably interesting article about the photograph of the black hole that everyone around the world was considering, today I opted on a speech by our man XJP.  As a pedagogical exercise it was useful, but pity the Chinese every-man or woman on their way to work to stops to consider sentences like the following from Xi Da Da: 

Socialism is not a label that can be arbitrarily pasted. It is not socialism that it is said to be "socialism", but it has objective standards. This standard is: the basic principles of scientific socialism. Adhering to the basic principle of scientific socialism is socialism; abandoning and denying the basic principles of scientific socialism is not socialism.

Now you know. 

Older daughter came home early.  Her senior year is winding down.  The classes seem mostly done.  All they need to do is prep for their final exams.  She and her mother headed out early to buy dress for the prom.  I was told to await the younger one.  This I could do.  She was, I was reminded coming home in keen anticipation that her favorite group BTS would be “dropping” a new album this afternoon at five-sharp.  She hit the house at 4:45PM and I maliciously suggested the internet was out, which terrified her for a moment.

When the great release came, I tried to shoulder up next to her and respectfully join for the imminent dropping.  I was told to leave.  I pleaded.  I promised to behave.  I was allowed to watch.  Someone named Halsey who looks as if she’s from the U.S. was helping them to drop.   They danced around in front of big signs that said “Love.”  Sometimes that’s all you need. 

Later I biked over and got things to make burritos as was ordered by the little one.  Mid shop the wife called: “We’ll be there in forty minutes and we’re very hungry.”  Cool.  I got this.  About thirty minutes later she called and said:  “Hey, I was going to go dine with my friends: the mothers.”  I didn’t like that.  I told her so.  Join us for a family dinner and then go out.  The little one made the guac and I made the beans and she played three songs and then it was my turn. 

Friday 04/12/19