I think it was because of having to climb into the cramped back seat because the passenger seat was stacked with parts, and who knew that a Lamborghini had a back seat at all. The young brother (monk) was just being nice because the nuns were totally ignoring me. I don't think I was actually invisible, but you never know. Anyhow, that must be how I managed to pull my trouble maker of a hip-hiker muscle. Dangerous dreams.

We watch too much TV in the winter. Even in winter I cannot take network TV with the commercials, but with Amazon Prime and Netflix we watch whole series with no ads. That is what everyone does now. Vicky N said to me last summer that they never watch TV, but named the movies and series they were watching. Guys, that is what TV is now. We watched all of White Collar and Reckless and Miss Fisher's Mysteries. We are on season 6 of Justified and the first season of Agents of Shield. We take our darkness individually: Melissa watches Marco Polo, I watch Black Mirror. I love the occasional moment of a great song playing in the background or a thrilling literary reference like this one from a scene in Justified described as the United Nation of Assholes:

Roscoe:
"King Lear"? Shakespeare? Basically, Lear split his kingdom in half and gave it to his two daughters, deal being Lear get to hang out and keep 100 knights. They agree, and then later, these two bitch-ass daughters, they change the deal. They like, "well, daddy, what you need with 100 knights? 50, 10, 5? What you need with one?" Lear says, "reason not the need." Hot damn! Reason not the need.
Raylan Givens:
Uh-huh. I don't understand what these two are talking about, but I got to admit I'm interested.
Roscoe:
Well, in the analogy, we be Lear, and we just want what's rightfully ours, and then we out, never to be seen again. And, well, they the bitches. You can have them and they kingdom.

On a five degree winter day I'm looking for a glimmer of a beginning of a change in consciousness that will save our world. If I were looking back at this time, would I see it? All I see is tiny pieces that don't add up to enough yet: the dropping price of solar, the 350.org protests, a president willing to veto bad shit, people willing to be in the streets for justice, the positive economics of organic farming, a pope who appears to have been sent for this moment in time, good local work that goes on despite benighted government, the economic culture of many networked non-profits. I don't see it adding up to enough in time to save the world from the catastrophe of climate change.

What I see is multi-national corporations owning our politics and a populace pacified by entertainment and gadgets. I love the entertainment and the gadgets, but still. It's as if I'm living in the middle ages and thinking "this divine right of kings thing has to go" but I'm just an inarticulate peasant. And so I go off to another committee meeting.

One of Melissa's naturalist class homework assignments involved finding and reconstructing skeletons out of of an owl pellet, which amounts to finding meaning in a hairball. The implied analogy is not lost on me.