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Panorama of the Classical World, Michael Spivey and Nigel Squire, DE59.

After I saw the stag of the Diana of Ephesus, I thumbed back a few pages and saw these "cupids" working as gold smiths. The comments I was making when they left me this book were on angels, logical possibility, creation and contingency so I decided I better copy this one, too. The gold coins fit in well with the idea that gold exchange medium symbolic of profitable communication of spirits or the numinous elements of earth. I'm going to put similar workshop erotes who work some kind of perfume manufactory. I think the instrument they use could be an alembic or perhaps a forerunner to that device which would have boiled off liquids other than the oil residue desired for its scent. I guess I won't comment on it.

I don't recall ever having seen these angelic workers although I've seen a lot of books on Pompeii.

They certainly fit in well with Berdyaev's eros and creativity. The text has a short commentary on the role of slaves in Classical society. bm to remind me to put the b of m service scriptureservice (They're starting to "hmmm" at me, cough and talk on their cell phones. If I can expect to have only this kind of interaction with family, friends and acquaintances, I don't want to go on living. This is a thought that has been running through my head as they torment me in various ways the last few months. I guess I shouldn't have written it out. They seem to be getting more and more cruel and contemptuous in certain areas. [And I was right. They confronted me yesterday with several taunts related to this statement...ones similar to "do it" and "go ahead" as the police officers in Sugarhouse Park shouted at me and the various black and white tormentors have used since.They filled two trains with flash mobs last night and so on and made it difficult to get my dinner. A Kent Hardy taunted me by commenting loudly with animated pleasure to a young Hispanic female employee {at Smith's} about what a hard time I was having choosing a loaf of bread {because I didn't want to buy one whose price depended on my having a store identification card and etc.}, "heh, heh, heh." When he left, he stopped after 10 or 15 steps and called her over to him for a hug and a kiss. Kent Hardy used to make a show about looking at young females and even said something about sexually desiring one of them...I don't recall the details. I bought a can of pork and beans, hot-dogs, a loaf of French bread, a banana and an apple.When I got home, I heated four of the hot-dogs in the beans and as I ate the beans---I fished the hot-dogs out and at them on the bread---I sprinkled those fried onions---I want to called them "canned" but they were in a hermetically sealed plastic envelope---that came in the Christmas food Mrs. Sorensen gave me. Once when I was talking to him in front of his house, one came over from next door who had a blouse that showed a large portion of her breasts similar to the way the receptionist at the U clinic used to do. I felt at that time they were taunting me about "prostitutes". The 1 lb.loaf of French bread cost 9 cents more than the 1 1/2 lb. sliced loaf for which I would have needed a card. This is something...I'm talking about the statement I made...have done for a long time. I'll form a conception based on my experience of the people around me and then figure some response. Sometimes they get quite complicated and insulting. I remember how I called the principal in Crownpoint a something-or-other "frat-boy" where "something-or-other" represents 2 or 3 vulgarities. I have no idea where the "frat-boy" came from. At least I don't recall his ever having mentioned a fraternity. I think I remember him saying with soft perplexity, "What?" and I think I answered with a quick "Sure...you're a {something-or-other frat-boy.} As I write this, I think I recall saying something insulting to my brother about the fraternity he chose. I guess it was tri-delt or one of the other Mormon frats. I have started 2 or 3 pages recalling how I will from some irrational conception or other and then express it with anger and maybe I'll remember to find and continue the. When I say things like "Why don't you leave the poor man alone," it represents a soft version in which I try not to show emotion. They're tacking up the snow with mountain bike tracks and so on everywhere I go now. Nick's son who has been gone for a while just cruised me. I guess I won't tell you about the large Tongan, Polynesian or Maori? who as part of the manic flash mob on the train platform asked me insincere questions about where I was from and what I had been doing that day. I asked him to leave me alone but didn't say it to his face. When he trid to get me to repeat it, I refused. Sometimes I will repeat it like I did to a male back pack person who started to speak to

$53, including the extravagant meat purchase. I'm learning who's got which prices, and what I like the best.
Last week I bought half a dozen eggs from this fella and intended to bake something with them. Once I tasted them, I had to have them for breakfast, poached- something I don't generally go for, but I wanted to *taste* them.

My first foray into short ribs, we'll see how that goes.
Kitties get fancy pet food, I spoil them so, but I figure an extra $15/month for them to get really awesome food is nothing in exchange for the love I get.

I really am eating so much better now that I do most of my shopping at the farmers' market. It's worth the extra cost to me, because I actually eat what I buy, with few exceptions. I think I spend about the same as I used to, but the percentage of waste has gone way down. Viva farmers!

Also- I get a real visceral pleasure from washing actual dirt off my food.