Fall Fallowturn Moon
Talked with the grandkids last night, their parents, too, all frozen on the screen after their computer went black. We had a long distance phone call over the internet, though, of course, it was a phone call in the same sense that a refrigerator is an icebox.
Finished my 4th quiz for the mythology class, the end of the Odyssey material, now we move on to Hesiod and his Theogony. Also turned in my first essay exam in over two decades. A blast from the past.
[Hesiod and the Muse, by Gustave Moreau. Here he is presented with a lyre, which contradicts the account given by Hesiod himself, in which the gift was a laurel staff.]
The last presidential debate is tonight and I say it can’t come soon enough. This campaign began just as the last one ended, it seems, dragging on and on, making our political process captive to so many extraneous influences. The British system, I think, allows for more focus on policy differences, less on personalities, gaffes, external events like the Libyan embassy security.
We have our system, not theirs, so we can only wait through the last fattening of the television companies, then head into the ballot box and hope that, despite the hanging chads with which many of us baby boomers will enter the polling place, our votes will be counted.
