Art's Blog - Random Jottings

And a time for every purpose under heaven.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 (to the general effect that there is an algorithm for churning butter naked in outer space)

Karma is karma. 

Yesterday before I was in the Dr's office I met two men in their 30's at Starbucks.  They called me by name.  It seems that I had represented them both in juvenile court at one time or another.  I went to the Doctor and the receptionist said that I had represented her mother.  I had and she was the subject matter having been something of a problem child years ago.  Nice visit all.  I young man came to the door with a delivery.  He introduced himself and he had an unusual last name.  I asked him if he knew Janice (not her real name).  Janice was his grandmother he told me.  I had worked with her in juvenile court many years ago when she was a caseworker for the state. 
I had come to remember my 13 years in Juvenile Courts as wasted and accounted for by my own spiritual laziness and complacency.  Maybe I did make a difference after all.

Eat shit and die.

At age 65 I am astounded at how little I have come to learn about the human experience.  Right now I am so angry at my friend I'm cross eyed.  I really detest being lied to either by commission or omission.  It seems very mortal of me at my age to be working on where to put bad feelings. At least the dishes are done, the toilet scrubbed and the second load of laundry in the washer. 

Who is the one who watches?

I'm thinking Buddhism is crap too.  Find the oxen, kill the Buddha.... or is it find the Buddha kill the oxen?   If we killed the oxen we could at least have steak. 

I'm reminded that we can trace the mental health of Van Gough through his art.  OK, stay tuned.