darlings
it’s hotter than new orleans at teamgloria towers.
we’re not huge fans over here of the “A. C. ” unit (because it’s loud in places where there’s not central Air embedded into the fabric of the walls but buzzing angrily inside a wall-based machine).
it’s hard to think.
but there again the last few days of summer are not a time to think.
instead of thinking (before we settle down to working) perhaps you’ll indulge us as we quote a little from St. Augustine (which is Very Rare for us to quote a man of the cloth/saint but this is a beautiful passage):
And I come to the fields and spacious palaces of my memory, where are the treasures of innumerable images, brought into it ... by the senses.... All these doth that great harbor of the memory receive in her numberless secret and inexpressible windings, to be forthcoming, and brought out at need; each entering in by his own gate, and there laid up.
There also meet I with myself, and recall myself, and when, where, and what I have done, and under what feelings....
Behold in the plains, and caves, and caverns of my memory, innumerable and innumerably full of innumerable kinds of things ... over all these do I run, I fly; I dive on this side and on that, as far as I can, and there is no end.
we spotted this (we’re talking again now – we’ve asked the Saint to step aside) on the street in ocean park the other day – isn’t it so L.A and also intriguing.
what will you do?
we’re going to make some Changes today and hopefully our Future selves (for they are numinous) will cock a smile back at 2013 and say “thank goodness”. 
but there’s still time to smell the fragrant blooms. 
and take tea (abstemiously with lemon – it’s too, too hot for anything else) at the place listed on the lovely pen in the picture (fancy).
While sitting and watching this video in admiration of the great Lana Wachowski who made brave and wonderful decisions of her own.
not *many* commentators on popular culture and its discontents can get from air conditioning units to st. augustine and on to one of the makers of the Matrix – but we can.
and we love that you read thus far.
have a beautiful friday.
stay inside if the weather is inclement out there.
*jeopardy music*
What is Transition?
gender re-assignment to the one in their soul.
I was aiming at the common thread in this narrative
ah!
yes.
indeed.
thus jeopardy music :)
cue crash of cymbals and the like.
I did read and watch and listen and loved every bit of it. St Augustine’s words are beautiful and so are Lana’s. I don’t think the segue from St A to Lana is that impossible since Lana had done a lot of this “There also meet I with myself, and recall myself, and
when, where, and what I have done, and under what
feelings….” But the air conditioning connection; that’s a hard one to figure.
ah. perhaps we can assist – coolness of hair, coolness of spirit, coolness of air?
;-)
Perfect! And everyone’s words so well written; there’s another connection.
Hotter than NOLA and without even the possibility of finding comfort in an iced coffee and beignet chez Café du Monde? Le sigh. Good thing you have fortified yourself with so much beauty…
thank goodness for electric fans and hand fans from china(town)
The Mayr says that AC is terrible for the body and I also agree.
Yes only you can segue from AC to St Augustine! :)
*smiling*
we DO try….to engage in secular, spiritual and popular cultural connections from temps a temps.
;-)