“ ‘One fancies a wee fry-up at this hour,’ Aychrome somehow between huge mouthfuls greeted Lew, who, smiling grimly, went looking for some coffee, a fool’s errand around here on the best of mornings, which this already wasn’t. These English were a people of many mysteries, none more peculiar than their indifference to coffee.” Thomas Pynchon – Against The Day
There are very good reasons America broke away from the motherland in ’76 and formed its own democracy, you know.
It’s Wednesday morning in Mongolia, the sun hasn’t yet risen at 7am, and I’m gulping Dean’s Beans’ Ahab’s Revenge (funny, if you think about it closely) and clicking around the ‘net like a mental patient, panning for news nuggets of the impending US election results. I am trying to settle my mind. What? With meditation? Shirley, you jest. Who could sit still right now? My prescription comes straight from Dr. Dick. Dub Reggae seems just the right soundtrack for this momentous occasion.
There are few days, frankly, when I wish I were back in the States. This is one of them. I can feel the positive, hopeful energy from here, have felt it building for some time, and I’d love to have been there to be a part of it. I voted (or, “votted,” – see my cuzzin’s blog post for the funny), mailing my ballot from UB to Maryland a couple weeks ago. Since DODR is clearly connected to my temple, I can’t say for whom, as that would violate our non-profit status. But I’ll post again tomorrow to discuss the outcome.
In the meantime, to my American readers, be kind to a monk who’s feeling far away from his people just now. Take a moment to share in the comments anything on the positive side you’ve felt or witnessed on this election day where you are. And leave the negativities and nasties of the campaign alone, if you would. We've all heard too much of that, haven't we? And other nations’ readers? I know you’re there, too. Feel free to chime in. I'll be around to be part of the conversation, if a little jittery.
Now if you’ll excuse me, my coffee mug’s empty and the kitties are crying for a wee fry-up of their own.