“Disposal” might have happened. I don’t know. It takes place in a real location, on a lake I my family used to visit nearly every weekend over the summer when I was growing up — though the name was changed for the story yesterday.
It had this almost hidden bay behind an island (from our cabin’s perspective) and anything more than a light sport boat couldn’t make it without lifting the engine out of the water. There was a thin channel of water between impassable cattails, reeds and lily pads. I was always fascinated by the place, though it creeped me out. The water was stagnant and brown where the rest of the lake was clear. And going through the passage, the plants seemed to always be hiding something sinister as the water got murky.
And based on topographic surveys, the official depth in that bay was around 70 feet deep, but different surveys said different things and there was no agreement. And it was about the breadth of a large pond, which made one wonder why it was so shallow at the entrance and so deep in the center of the bay. Or, rather, I didn’t want to wonder. It really spooked me.
Nor did it help to discover that the small resort was supposedly one of Dillinger’s (maybe it was someone else, my memory is fuzzy) hideaways when the gang came to Minnesota to escape the long arm of the law (parts of Minnesota looked the other way at the time, as long as you the gangsters kept the rough end of their business away from the state. And continued to pay their bribes). The owner had said it took nearly a year to find all of the booby-traps laid out through the area, booby-traps designed to discourage nosy folk from venturing too close to the buildings.
So it maybe happened. I wouldn’t volunteer to dive in that bay, lemme tell you. I’ll let other, more adventuresome folks lacking an overactive imagination do things like that.
I picked up an e-book a few days ago, a new translation of the Tao Te Ching. By about the tenth verse, I realized that it wasn’t adding value to my study. Not because it isn’t a great translation, but because it is just words anymore.
It got me to thinking that the story of it’s author, Lao Tzu, and how he had supposedly said the book was just dead words. Of course, he probably meant that without personal action, the words have no value. I think I’m at that stage where the Tao Te Ching has some good guideposts, but I needn’t spend inordinate amounts of time trying to pull wisdom from it that I haven’t already unburied from some of the less impressive “translations”, which are often little more than reinterpretations of translations by Legge and those guys from the late 1800s.
I made light of a serious disease yesterday in a poem and I should feel bad, but I’m entitled to have a little fun. I’ve had several older relatives get Alzheimers and I’m fairly certain it’ll come to roost sooner or later, assuming something else doesn’t get me first. In fact, I find troublesome signs of something like it happening already, where it gets harder to recall things. I used to be sharp as nails when it came to memory and it has definitely degraded over time.
Anyway, if you were offended — I’m sorry. Know that there will probably be poetic justice (so to speak) in my future.
I also bought two games last night, one new and one I had on a different platform. I like some of the concept of Shadow of War, but I really only bought it because it was $12, with all of the DLC. I’d never chuck over the premium price for that game — as much as I like open world power fantasies based on the Lord of the Rings. I played it last night and enjoyed it, but think it’ll probably lose interest for me once the repetition sets in of subverting orcs to fight for you against the Dark One.
The other was a game I quite enjoyed on its original platform, the PS4. I wanted it on PC because of the graphical upgrade on an already pretty game. Plus, I’d never got around to playing the DLC, which is currently nearly half the price of the PC complete version. Get the shinies and the DLC then…
As far as games go, I saw they are remastering Nier Replicant (originally just “Nier” in the US and got excited. I enjoyed the sequel, but that’s probably because I like me some old beat-em-up with a story at times (see Enslaved). But then I was bummed out to see it wasn’t due to arrive until April. I had played the original back in the day, back before I enjoyed beat-em-up action games and had wanted an RPG instead. I would like to revisit to see if my opinion has changed.
I’m hesitant to get too excited about Cyberpunk 2077. A part of me is waiting for CDPR to have their Bethesda bug-fest moment and I am tempted to wait until a few patches before I purchase. The guys have done an awesome job over the years, but I get nervous. Plus, my graphics card is two generations old and I can’t justify dropping $700 on a card to make sure I can run it on higher settings. Assuming one of those cards can be found, as they are sold out for most vendors.
Alrighty then, enough of the Too Much Information dump. Back to your regularly scheduled mental disturbance.