Taking Care of Business, Taking Care of Me

My long silence has been fruitful. Today, with little or no thought of blogging about it, I began reading Carl C. Cutler's Greyhounds of the Sea (all about Clipper Ships) and David W. Shaw's Flying Cloud: The true story of America's most famous Clipper Ship and the Woman who guided her (that woman being, as I happen to know, the Captain Josiah Creesy's wife, Eleanor), and I finished reading Colette's Naissance du Jour. And in amongst it all I paid no less than $200 to register as a Medical Marijuana user, in the expectation of receiving, 45 days hence, my Medical Marijuana user and grower's card. Last night, for the first time, I read a new translation of the stunningly homo-erotic Gilgamesh. Since the first of last month, I have had my teeth X-rayed and cleaned at the University of Hawaii Dental Clinic; and last week I had all my cavities filled and fallen-out fillings replaced by a reassuringly competent young (40-year-old) dentist. Over the last couple of months, I have read, in due and disappointing succession, Derek Bickerton's Bastard Tongues, Language and Species, and Adam's Tongue--of my disappointment, more anon. I am also deep in Hinayana and Mahayana Buddhist Sutras, and in an old favorite of mine, the Sermons of Meister Eckhart. Milton would probably be distilling all of the foregoing into the milk of magniloquent blank verse: all I say is that I feel sort of pregnant--but with what I doubt even the great god Anu could predict. It could just be gas pains.