Thursday Thoughts

Overlaying, as it were, the transparencies of The Broadsheet and The Savage Sword of Conan on top of one another evoked kind of dimensional portrait of a time and a mental state from, say, 1979 – 1983. Or you could say their sudden close proximity sparked old mental pathways and memories, stuff that would normally be tucked away in the equivalent of their own mental bins, with the side-effect of irritating my present mind with metaphorical old dust and dry decaying paper.

It's not that I would want to lose any of my old memories, and indeed there is an undeniable pleasure in reviving them, but it is a kind of a shock to be confronted with the old emotions that brain chemistry seems to surge awake, like plugging a chancy old piece of cobwebby electronics into a live outlet.

It does seem to have blown a few fuses or at least tripped a circuit or two. I found myself unable to get back into reading Eusebius’ History of the Early Church for a bit; I had been making healthy inroads and getting to the end. Tolkien Tuesday was derailed and shunted aside. Even Wideo Wednesday has been a bit perfunctory compared to the chunky lists of videos I’ve made in the past. I’ve been ‘cast into those time passages.’

It will take me a bit to shake my head and clear my mind, to wake up from dreams of the past. One good present-time accomplishment has come out of it all, though. I’ve finally catalogued my comics (or graphic magazines, if you will), a task that has been impending for me and the Niche but hanging fire for years. The house is a little cleaner, the Archives a little more organized.

While the blazing hot days of August are clearly the peak of summer, they are getting a little crispy around the edges, especially in the mornings and evenings. In those hours, as you relax, you can begin to feel hints, intimations of Autumn. "Gather your nuts, little squirrel. Winter is coming."