Reading Books

Tuesday 10:50 p.m.
There have been nice things arising from writing this bloggy. I have to admit that. I've had a few laughs and I've been self indulgent and I've met Ion, so I cannot say that it has been a complete waste of time. However, I was hoping to get a hedgehog out of this bloggeration and it has not arrived yet. Is it the springtime or not? I imagine that the hedgehog is still asleep and awaiting the warmer weather. I haven't seen a hedgehog for such a long time. What a great thing it would be to sit in your hut with a hedgehog there as well!

Kids sometimes ask me if I've read all the books in the library where I work. I feel like such a fraud because I used to read a lot of books, but now I read hardly any. I'm trying to read a book by a joe called Ismail Kadare at the moment, called Spring Flowers, Spring Frost, and I used to read stuff like that quite a lot. Translations. I also used to smoke dope in the living rooms where I used to live and relax after training by smoking dope and reading books by people you'd never heard of.

When we had the chance to get a colour telly, I remember thinking that we would watch it a lot because it would be more colourful than the surroundings, better looking.

I hoped when I started writing this bloggy that I would engage with folk from around the world who meditated and folk who would be a help with the juju and all that. Unfortunately, the only people I have engaged with are complete flatheids, or so it seems. That is, apart from the folk who know they aren't. And I could have written them letters.

I had three black and white teevees once and two of them didn't work, but were supports for the one that did. I listened to Radio Four. I read Trotsky's History of the Russian Revolution which was condemned by the Greek Colonels for being Trotskyist. I sued to read a lot of books like that. I've got to get away from this crap before I start twittering.

If anyone is interested, the meditations have been going through the roof as usual. I'd be as well telling it to the hedgehog. If I had a hut manager, I'd get the comments thingy stopped because it just winds me up. This bloggy is not a help to anyone. It's narcissistic or voyeuristic, and all things arise, abide and sometimes must decline in mind.

8:52 a.m.
I started meditating today at 5 a.m. despite having four bottles of Erdinger last night. Incandescent it was, Jack! Bleeding incandescent!