A historian's cute tail, being wrong, sex in the morning, and noodles

This is a bad day. Fortunately I only have two important tasks today, my English class and a stop at the post office to pick up a registered letter from Israel. If my friend doesn’t register his letters, they get hijacked somewhere between there and the USA. He thinks that happens in Italy. I have no way of knowing. It gives me some nice stamps, but I’m almost never home when the mail comes. I hate the drive to the post office just to sign for a letter. 

My artist friend sent me two goat girl pictures. I won’t be posting those. …. Just sayin’. One of them is really cute though. It just shows too much for a PG blog. She read Pixie Warrior and is convinced that I’m really a goat-girl pixie. The internet is full of similar ideas. Here with is a slightly sanitized sketch.

 

Goat Girl, Unknown Artist.

I got up really early this morning, five ante-meridian to be exact, and wrote up stuff. I’m not very happy with it, but I never am with first draft material. Knobby Knees woke two hours later. I entertained him with bacon, eggs, a smooch or six, and a story daughter three told me. He’s working from home today, and I’ve left him alone all morning long except to bring him coffee. That won’t last, of course. Eventually I’ll wander into his work room, sit on his lap and make suggestions. …. 

I think we have a section of one chapter wrong. I can’t prove we’re wrong. All evidence suggests we’re right. But it feels wrong. I’ll keep poking that with a stick. Maybe the body will animate and confess to nefarious wrong doing. Or something. 

I see one of our invitation only blog readers posted on one of the controversialist sites, trying to put them straight on some historical matters. I don’t think those people are in the mood to listen to reason. They’re too busy trying to justify bad behavior.

I really am doing quite poorly today, to the point where my right side vision is distorted. This is not fun.

I had a longish talk with a former student. She’s very troubled. I don’t think I helped very much. She comes from a Catholic background, and it’s left her with issues she hasn’t resolved.

I read a translation of a Babylonian religious text. Babylonians were fixated on sex. One of these days I’ll have to write a book … let’s call it Sex and the Babylonian Whore Goddess.

I’m plagued by the feeling that we’ve overlooked something. We’re telling a coherent story. I think we’re telling an accurate story. When we find we’re not right, we update our manuscript. But I feel we are missing key elements. These center on motives; we can’t probe motive – at least not to the degree I wish to probe it. I’m not going to put words in a dead man’s mouth. If they don’t tell us why they did something, we will never know.

A sense of divine entitlement characterizes many of these men. I am puzzled by it. What makes someone feel they have a special divine appointment? The prophets of old spoke to God, and he gave them their messages, certifying them with miraculous events. None of these men have that kind of certification. They have an endless sense of importance, however.

I need a good photo of William Imre Mann. I can’t find one. I’d settle for a bad photo, as far as that goes. W. I. Mann was a Scots immigrant to America, an engineer for steel companies, and an inventor. I can find photos of one of his sons who was mildly famous and has a library named after him, but none of W. Mann himself.  

Back … didn’t know I was gone, huh?  

I smell all nice and clean now. Not that I was especially “ripe” before. But it’s nearing time for my class so I disrupted KK’s examination of architectural plans and then hopped in the shower. I also ate some left over noodles and chicken. I make good noodles, thick and eggy. 

I was outbid on an example of private advertising postal stationary. Sad, huh? It was a nice piece. However, I did manage to buy some inexpensive Bavarian postal cards for my collection. I cannot hope for completeness for my collection of Bavarian stamps and postal history. Some of it is just way to expensive for this pixie’s limited budget. But, I’m close. And I continue to find scarce material mixed in with bulk lots. I think I can come within maybe fifteen or ten examples of being complete. That’s not too bad when you think about it.

 

I’m working on Danzig and Wurttemberg at the same time. Lots still left to buy there, and many of them are inexpensive. 

I’m a little disappointed that our latest on the private blog generated no comments. There is new material in that post, things most people won’t know prior to reading it. We worked hard. The writing needs a good edit, but the material is great. … The reception was a polite silence.