Groundhog Day

Punxatawney Phil predicts an early spring. An IM between my sister and me. It always comes back to food even in the face of global warming.

Sister:the groundhog predicts climate change

me: catastrophic climate change?

Sister: yeah

me: how?

it raises its paws in devil's horn fashion?

Sister: haha

he lifts an ice cube

Sister: and lets it melt in his hand

dramatically

me: that sounds like one tasty groundhog

the intelligent and dramatic ones take in the most korean bbq marinade

I'm reading Tiziano Terzani's "A Fortune Teller Told Me" again. It's the story of one year in an Italian journalist's life. The year in which a fortune teller in Hong Kong told him, sixteen years prior, to avoid airplanes because that was the year he was going to die if he flew. So skeptically, he travels asia by land and sea and in each place he visits the most eminent local fortune-teller, the most powerful sorcerer, the most revered oracle or seer or visionary or madman of the place, ask him to look into my future, and try to learn something of his fate.

I'm paying more attention to what the shamans tell him about his fate and life this time. In Indonesia, a bomoh, an expert in black magic, told him that he must never, never piss against the sun. Another said not to piss against the moon.

The idea of "pissing against" celestial bodies sounds liberating. I'm going to do these this year and compare.