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FiftyFive ~ # 30
Today I find myself dreaming about weather and sunny climes and warm beaches and t-shirts and my belly in the sun. Dugald Stewart, Professor of Moral Philosophy and Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh wrote in 1813, saying: considerations of the weather and of its common prognostics lead the fancy... to those more extraordinary phenomena which, according to the superstitious belief of the vulgar, are the forerunners of political revolutions... so in thinking about the weather am I really rebelling against the status quo, rebelling against settling for what is and seeking what could be. Hmm, interesting thought - which just goes to show - those philosophers get everywhere. Though I like this one, one from Brendan Behan, because he simplifies sun on the belly to a more basic drive, where "...the most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody to love you." and if it was still Christmas I would post A Fairytale in New York in celebration. But when we think about it, we are pretty lucky to get these things, are we not? And I am not lying under some Haitian car park, or surfing a tsunami, or (well you get the drift) so in that sense then, thinking about the weather is indeed a puerile display of discontent - and how could I be discontented, for I had a seriously fantastic day. I wrote, I worked, I ate and I will drink something later (something more than water and tea - which I am awash with) but most of all - and a Scotsman will walk a long crooked mile before he will admit to being loved - but that happens to be the case - and its nice. And then it all comes around - I want the sun on my belly to heat the outside, just as the inside is warm - and there is the symmetry of the thought for the day. And I am not convinced this will play but it makes me smile - Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom's running high...
Today I find myself dreaming about weather and sunny climes and warm beaches and t-shirts and my belly in the sun. Dugald Stewart, Professor of Moral Philosophy and Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh wrote in 1813, saying: considerations of the weather and of its common prognostics lead the fancy... to those more extraordinary phenomena which, according to the superstitious belief of the vulgar, are the forerunners of political revolutions... so in thinking about the weather am I really rebelling against the status quo, rebelling against settling for what is and seeking what could be. Hmm, interesting thought - which just goes to show - those philosophers get everywhere. Though I like this one, one from Brendan Behan, because he simplifies sun on the belly to a more basic drive, where "...the most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody to love you." and if it was still Christmas I would post A Fairytale in New York in celebration. But when we think about it, we are pretty lucky to get these things, are we not? And I am not lying under some Haitian car park, or surfing a tsunami, or (well you get the drift) so in that sense then, thinking about the weather is indeed a puerile display of discontent - and how could I be discontented, for I had a seriously fantastic day. I wrote, I worked, I ate and I will drink something later (something more than water and tea - which I am awash with) but most of all - and a Scotsman will walk a long crooked mile before he will admit to being loved - but that happens to be the case - and its nice. And then it all comes around - I want the sun on my belly to heat the outside, just as the inside is warm - and there is the symmetry of the thought for the day. And I am not convinced this will play but it makes me smile - Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom's running high...
