The Kiss Precise

For pairs of lips to kiss maybe
Involves no trigonometry.
‘Tis not so when four circles kiss
Each one the other three.
To bring this off the four must be
As three in one or one in three.
If one in three, beyond a doubt
Each gets three kisses from without.
If three in one, then is that one
Thrice kissed internally.

~ by Frederick Soddy


March 11, 2018

With too much peace in my hands, music and literature by the fire took over from Netflix, and a good trade it is. So many ideas occupy my mind lately, a caleidoscope. Later, if I get tired of reading upon resuming, I would like to give a go at Go, the new Google language for assembly – paid for an online course that lingers like it may never be attended in its many hours of video and virtual obscurity. With the goddesses on vacation across the warm seas, I remain to my own device, endlessly feeding social media and trying to stay away from inanity.


February 6, 2018

Winter Olympics ~ watching the Games usually involves little focusing on our part, so it can be very soothing. Weather has been showing some clear irregular patterns for freezing, snowing etc – way more than in previous years. Meantime, I keep ingesting absurdly copious amounts of hot cocoa, hoping to ride all irregularities away.

Last night I finished reading David Grann’s captivating article about Henry Worsley’s challenging journey across Antarctica – very good. So right now, planning for a peaceful weekend ahead (perhaps with some bowling), maybe read Grann’s increasingly popular book on the Osage, and continue our planning for Merida, with some probability of the ever elusive pulque. Relishing like a Cheshire cat over how this little tablet’s portable library has expanded to include all of Colombeia, all of Dickens, Shelley and wife, Hodgson, Melville, Kipling, Saki, Sir Isaac Newton, Aristotle, Carlyle and Maugham. And still at the weight of slightly above one pound.


December 23, 2017

I came across this nice quote by the recent winner of the Nobel Prize of Literature, Kazuo Ishimuro; it is from his acceptance speech:

“In a time of dangerously increasing division, we must listen. Good writing and good reading will break down barriers. We may even find a new idea, a great humane vision, around which to rally.”


November 25, 2017

A tiger was shot on a Paris street today. It had escaped from a circus ~ the Borman-Moreno. A tragedy soon to be ignored, all too soon; it averted other tragedies, very possibly. It breaks my heart a little, or should I say a lot. I feel very sympathetic to it, in a way I cannot explain. It is this man-beast affinity that exists at a very deep, primeval level. Something mysterious unites us with strange affection for these large felines which occasionally prey on us. Hemingway saw it in the leopard, inexplicably high up there, wandering in the snows of Kilimanjaro. And Borges saw fit to leave us the story of the writing of the god… in it, in his timeless imprisonment by the Spaniard conquistadores, a Maya priest experiences a single mystical revelation from his cell window in the spots of a captured jaguar. It is a flash, this secret of uncanny proportions. Yet in all his newly acquired wisdom, the priest chooses to keep, rather than use, the fourteen-word formula that summons all divine forces which could free him. For he has accepted his own destiny and the futility of human design against fate. Fortunately, we have love, and that is all we need.
Il tempo vorace oltre a noi distrugge ogni cosa.