1. I made two posts today, one called Moments in the Metropolis, and another called Baby’s First Words. Guess which one got three times as many views as the other.
2. One of the songs I’m listening to a lot at the moment (as much for the opportunity to see the accompanying picture on YouTube) is The Snake by the Mediaeval Baebes. It’s sung in old Galician, but I gather the story is: ‘A man finds a snake out in the cold one winter’s night, and takes it into his home to keep it warm. It grows big and kills him.’ I’ll bet it was a female snake.
That’s women for you: cooing over babies one minute and biting your head off the next. There was only ever one woman whose yelling endeared her to me. I suppose that’s because when the noise is coming from under your skin, it kind of belongs.
And do you know what? The thought of death sometimes makes me angry. I mean, what right does the faceless agent of the determinist principle* have to come along one day and say ‘Right, today you lose everything. You lose your home, your belongings, everybody you know, and even the body that you’ve been used to thinking of as you for all these years. They’re all going in the skip. Tough.’
But maybe I’m seeing it all wrong. Being a believer in reincarnation, I tend to think of life as the long summer holiday from school, and the prospect of it ending being akin to having to face the reality of getting up at seven o’clock in the morning again and trudging your weary way to some damn classroom. Maybe it’s the other way round. Maybe life is term time, and you get the long holiday after you’ve popped off. If I can find a way of letting you know, I’ll let you know. It could be a while yet.
* And please don’t anybody say ‘God gave you life, so God has the right to take it away.’ That’s like saying ‘I took this abandoned puppy in from the streets, so now I have the right to kick it back out again.’ I think. This Greene King IPA Reserve is powerful stuff. It was on special offer at £1 a bottle in Sainsbury’s last week, so I bought two – one to save until tonight. It was all sold out this week. That’s life.