Slept reasonably well, you could say the sidewinder sleeps well tonite. But it’s been one of those days when lethargy rules and I sit, lie, doze, think of what I should be doing; doing anything is a real effort.
Listened to Christopher Hitchens (another hero) talk about his cancer. He made the observation that with cancer it’s a battle, not so with heart disease or diabetes and other diseases. Hitchens was of the opinion that it is the cancer that does battle with him, and that he does not do battle, rather he resists, or resisted. I have some sympathy with this, certainly have never considered myself a battler but don’t really consider myself a resister either. My cancer just is, it’s my turn. If I link this with recent reports that the majority of cancers are down to bad luck (about two thirds) because of random mutations in DNA during cell division then a recent throw of my dice landed me on a crabby snake. Poor snakes, so often seen as the baddies.
So I slipped down a snake but I keep rolling the dice, the odds are in my favour with this type of crabby snake but I may yet get a bad roll again.
Poor Hitchens, he’d probably hate to read those words together, had to also deal with a number of religious types who viewed his cancer as some sort of divine retribution. They were even taking bets on him converting before he died. In his later years he called himself antitheist as opposed to atheist, fulminating against those who professed belief and the harmful effects of religious belief. There were also those who thought his cancer retribution for his heavy smoking and drinking, the latest science would appear to debunk this.
Dyed my hair red yesterday, well the tufty bit on top. Looks quite weird.
Just back from a little walk to the shops, first time I’ve been out on my own for a while, felt OK if a little fragile. Kept my hood on, didn’t want to frighten little children and old folk with my hair.
I’m afraid the walk hasn’t sharpened the brainbox, Hitchens wrote about how cancer treatment significantly affected his mental ability. So we’ll just have a cheery cartoon:
- nicked from Paul Mason: build 200,000 council houses a year and start to rid us of the house price tyranny that bedevils so many of us. This, amongst other things, will free up money to be spent on more productive things than property.
Keep on keeping on, love Duncan.