jeudi, juillet 29, 2010

Knowing what I don't know














It's almost time to get up -- I slept late this morning. And it's time for Inky to have a bite to eat. His routine (if it's not humiliating for them to say that cats do anything as normal as a routine) is to move from the foot of the bed, sit down next to me, and start vocalizing until I give in and move to the closet where I keep his food.




Today, however, he jumps on my stomach, kneads a few seconds (the guy is an efficient kneader) and closes his eyes. Like, purring, he could stay there for hours.



I don't know why, of all mornings, he decided to climb on my stomach. Perhaps he needed a little time close to the mammal he may think of as "mom." No one really know why cats purr, but his little black and white body reverbrates. And I'm not sure whether he's hungry, or could stay here for the rest of the day.


Probably not. But that's about all I can say, based on previous experience.


This past weekend a friend of mine drove with me down to Gettyburg. After a few hours hiking around, we decided to do a ghost tour after dinner. Gettyburg is allegedly one of the most haunted locations in the U.S., for obvious reasons.


Some of the stories seemed more convincing in the dark.

But do I know whether spectres exist? Of course not. I just know I don't want to see one, whether it's part of my imagination or no. At Pennsylvania Hall, the guide said that two women saw a field hospital, with a surgeon amputating --- and beckoning them to help him out?
And then there is the movie "Crash" which I just saw yesterday -- the white folk, like me, pissed me off through the whole movie.
And yeah, I know what some of the other groups did was bad (the only really virtuous person was Latino) but what the white guys did was much worse.
That being said, I wonder -- what would the movie look like from the perspective of a black friend? Another white friend?
Did the director want us to come out critical mostly of the white attorney, and gosh, his incredibly bitchy wife?
It seems that the more I experience the more ignorant I feel.
How about you?


Pennsylvania Hall pic is courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.













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