Beltane\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Planting Moon<\/p>\n
Each morning I get up, let the dogs out, open the garage door, wander down the driveway, pick up the newspaper, open it and read the front page on the way back, make breakfast, read and finish the paper (a geezer thing to do if I read the cultural tea leaves aright), the come downstairs.\u00a0 When I get downstairs, no matter what else I have planned, I end up here, writing in this blog.<\/p>\n
(medieval blogging)<\/p>\n
I read a quote from Carl Jung the other day which said that any addiction, no matter what it is, is bad.\u00a0 As much as I admire Jung, I had to wonder.\u00a0 Perhaps the question is where does habit begin to bleed over into\u00a0 compulsion?\u00a0 My exercise habit, strong enough now that I feel a push to do it rather than not, is that an addiction?\u00a0 Writing here in the morning, is this habit compelling me?<\/p>\n
My TV watching in the evenings comes very close to addiction, perhaps presses over the line.\u00a0 In the Monty Python skit the comfy chair, a member of the spanish inquisition uses a comfortable chair with which to torture the suspected heretic.\u00a0 “Seet here,\u00a0 you scuum.”\u00a0 My repose in my own comfy chair, literally, and in the pillowy bosom of broadcast television, occurs at my own doing, yet has a culturally activated and market reinforced quality, too.<\/p>\n
The other two?\u00a0 Not so much.\u00a0 I say this, Mr. Jung, from the vantage point of a former smoker and a recovering alcoholic now 34+ years sober.<\/p>\n
OK.\u00a0 I can go now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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