December 20th, 2006


2006.354 Dragons and tape players

Today's Lyric: "…the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws…"
Time (Rain Dogs album)
Tom Waits

         Today is dreary. Rain is wrecking my sinuses and making a clammy day positively chilly.

         I went to Wolfner today. My tape player died a few days ago and I turned it in for a replacement. That player was one of the few pieces of electronics for which I have had much respect. I've owned it 4 years and never had a problem. I usually play with the device plugged in, thus charging the battery while discharging the battery. I then unplug the player when not in use. Recently, I played a tape or two away from a socket and the battery ran down completely. The player has not worked since. *sigh* In any event, I have a replacement player. Now I can go back to bitching about talking books.

         ringbark tuned me into I am finding the site of interest, but I don't quite understand how it works as yet. Explore if you feel interested. My ID there is of course: louderback.

         I dreamed of dragons last night. Oddly enough my dream concerned itself mostly with a ruined city and events therein that had tangentially to do with dragons rather than with dragons themselves. Tonight's freewriting will thus have to do with the city of the yellow dragon.

City of the Yellow Dragon
Adin stooped beneath the yoke and lifted it with his shoulders careful not to spill the seawater in the leather buckets that hung from its hooks. He plodded toward the spire thinking not at all. Each day he made this trek six times. Twice each morning he trudged up two-hundred nine worn stone steps and stepped carefully back down. In the afternoon he added four hundred eighteen more steps to his total and after supper brought his total up to twelve hundred fifty four. He knew the total number of steps for a week, for a month, for a year, and knew the same figures including the downward steps. The routine had not varied since he was nine years old and took over the task from his mentor Tolke. Tolke told Adin he'd carried the yoke for eighty years and that was long enough.