What do you say, how do I know

[austin_dern]

Said to me by the maybe ten-year-old kid working the register at the faculty housing complex's convenience store:

You know why your lifeline's so hard? Not enough money to spend growing old.

Casually tossing off that line -- the theme for a novel if I ever heard one -- he handed me the bag with my soda, toaster oven pizza, and change, and went back to playing some green-cased handheld video game. I haven't heard a theme that marvelous and compactly expressed since Robert Benchley passed on a non sequitur he found in another article, ``Work is a form of nervousness.'' Wow.

In other accidental poetry, today's Civil Defence Mobilisation Exercise code words were ``Wolf Pack,'' ``Short Day,'' ``Bob Sleigh,'' and ``Annual Calendar.'' And one anti-Bayesian spam subject line sent me was ``Lithotresis about it.'' It's all very pretty syllables, but what does any of it mean?

Trivia: On 16 April 1862 the Confederate Congress passed a conscription law, the first draft in American history. Source: The American Heritage New History of the Civil War, Bruce Catton.

Currently Reading: Asimov's New Guide to Science, Isaac Asimov. Ahem. On the peaceful uses of fission products: ``The Hercules Powder Company has designed a reactor to use radiation in the production of the antifreeze ethylene glycol.'' Apparently they figured their existing stocks of miscellaneous carcinogens just weren't carcinogenic enough.

Comments

[chefmongoose.livejournal.com]

That kid, indeed, dropped some poetry on you. Not enough money to spend growing old. I think it's different than he meant it, and deeper than he meant it.

I don't think it's true for you, mind. But I must concur. Marvelous.

--Chiaroscuro

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

It's absolutely haunting. Though since then I've been trying to figure out which is my lifeline, exactly, and what might be hard about it.