the eyes are never full

Lady gets her computer back today or tomorrow with a new hard drive installed, at which time I’ll get my laptop back from her. She’s had to use mine to do her paying work, so I’ve been set adrift without my cyber symbiot to help me dip into my online all-the-time internet addiction of blogging, researching, and harvesting headlines.

Been reading Wolf Hall to pass the time, a novel about the court of Henry the VIII which won last year’s Man Booker prize; but while the story is sweet and well written, it hasn’t captured my interest after 150 pages, so I’m sending it back to the library.

Simultaneously rereading Sartre’s Nausea. Read it in my twenties and thought it okay but never really understood his nausea with life; now that I’m 64, I understand him much better. But while the book is well written, the anti-hero’s constant whining doesn’t make me want to rush back to it, so it sits in the bathroom to be read a few pages at a time over months, taking turns with an anthology titled “A Geography of Poets“.

Anyway here’s some unrelated mind candy to feed your restless eyes; for as the Old Testicle states, “The eyes are never full.”