"Ive got a barrel of this...what do I do with it?" - Echo & The Bunnymen
Why, do it clean of course. My relentless pursuit of improved physical health is taking its toll. I have now lost 27 pounds
since January 3rd and my energy is beginning to lag. I was embarrased to have to walk my bike up a hill on Saturday - not that
the following are excuses - but I didn't start the climb at the bottom and the hill was really a minor moutain run. The failure
wasn't physical, but mental. I should have been able to control the physical impulses, but instead I let myself down. I did get up the
hill (half walking and half riding it truly) and went on to finish the ride easily, but the feeling that I'd completely bonked was a recipe
for doom for my whole regimen.
The pressing need now is to edify the lethargic and uncontrolled mindset that is afflicting me. I can degenerate into Holden
Caulfeld self pity worshipping at its post modern currency of thought or I can truly rebel by investigating the classics. I read Homer's
Odyssey recently and it was a bit of a revelation. I was as familiar with the story as most college graduates that consider themselves to
have a small percentage of erudition, but actually reading it was a pursuit delayed. I liked the obvious parts; fooling the Cyclops, the
Sirens calling, the battle against the suitors in the end, but it was the more mundane events that were really interesting. The
ceremonial and ritual behavior with visitors was particularly intriguing. Heroic and domestic life coincide and compliment.
So I need to read Shakespeare to shake up the corpuscles in my head. Dante can take me on harrowing journey through
the depths of hell (I'm not talking about viewing the movie Gremlins again although it does have similarites to The Divine Comedy).
Paradise Lost can show me the devil's side of things. I think all teachers should be required to teach that Milton is responsible for the
idea of the anti-hero. Since I've read some portions of all of those I know they should be good for my mind.
The biggest problem I'm having right now is a general flailing about when it comes to reading something. I want to read
something, but I'll spend a half an hour just perusing the shelves in my home and when I find something I can only give it
a desultory read through a chapter or two and then forget about it. Eventually something like Homer will arrive and I'll see a book
through, but until then I'll be out of sorts; in an intellectual freefall where the tired body defeats the mind every time.