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One reason for watching Mindhunter on the television is that they find really interesting songs to play as the credits run at the end. This morning they came up with a Police song that I've never heard before in spite of it being released in 1981. Both the music (Sting's inimitable bass) and the lyrics are seriously compelling and I don't know why. Here's the first verse:
I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws till I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring
I wrote something today. At first, I thought I'd post it in this Newsfeed. It is, after all, good news about our purpose for being on this planet and I could be pardoned for wanting to share it with others. But then I thought, no, it would be better preserved in my portfolio where people would be able to benefit from it for years to come. So here it is (be not afraid - it's very short):
(read it - it's wonderful) when a thought occurred to me. Why, I thought, do so many mythical creatures depend on their having at least partial resemblance to humans? We give a human a fish tail and call it a mermaid. Tack a horse's body on to a human and we have a centaur. And so on and so on.
But there are other animals that appear to be constructions of several unrelated animals. The platypus, for example. Are not these the mythical creatures of the animal kingdom? Except that they really exist. And, if such things can be in reality, why should not the creatures of our myths have been real at some time in the past? Or even the present (take a bow, Bigfoot).
If nothing else, this theory means that we can stop pretending that manatees resemble women with fish tails!
The brain is a curse. Most of the time it just sits there, humming gently and pondering on useless stuff. Take this morning, for instance. I was running the tap for some reason, watching the water pour forth in a bubbling stream, when the brain pipes up.
"Wonderful invention, the tap," it says.
"Yeah," I reply. After a moment of silence, I asked, "But what's so special about it?"
"Well," opines the crowning glory of our evolution, "see how the water streams from the tap at our bidding."
"And not only that, it keeps going even when we aren't touching it."
"That's so we can wash our hands without having to hold anything open," I said.
"Yes, I realize that," replied the brain. "It's a marvel of design."
"I guess," said I.
"In fact," continued this amazing organ of genius, "it's almost as though it were made for it..."
Apparently, today is International Left Handers Day. You may have wondered what all the celebrations in the street were about and why there were so many fly pasts and fireworks. It's all about the freedom and honour heaped upon us lefties after centuries of oppression, ignorance and demonisation.
It's nice to have a Day but I suspect that most lefties, like me, will just shrug and carry on, happy to remain unnoticed and untrumpeted. It's the nail that stands out that gets hammered down.