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?
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.