Two things today. Well, maybe 3.
1. Happy Fourth of July!
2. Full moon! Yesterday at 12:51pm. I couldn’t sleep, which got me to thinking about why we associate so much cray-cray with the full moon. I couldn’t find anything substantive (which is sort of a given, considering it’s all very woo-woo anyway), though I did familiarize myself with the myth of Luna (Latin), aka Selene (Greek), à la Edith Hamilton‘s Mythology:
Endymion the shepherd,
As his flock he guarded,
She, the Moon, Selene,
Saw him, loved him, sought him,
Coming down from heaven
To the glade on Latmus,
Kissed him, lay beside him.
Blessed is his fortune.
Evermore he slumbers,
Tossing not nor turning,
Endymion the shepherd.
Basically, we have the crazy-town, love-obsessed moon-goddess Luna, smitten with the shepard Endymion, who she turns into Rip Van Winkle, so she can gaze upon him nightly, eternally. And this, in a roundabout way, might give insight why the condition of lunacy is so named, if Luna was the goddess, and the moon’s phases are intrinsically connected to menses, and the goddess was cray… If, then. If you follow my line of reasoning. Which may be faulty and disjointed after a sleepless, moonstruck night.
Pistorius, 25, was born without fibulas and had his lower legs amputated when he was 11 months old. He runs on carbon-fiber blades known as Cheetahs, which have stirred international debate over whether they give him an unfair advantage.
It’s a little mind candy to play with. A double-amputee. With carbon-fiber prosthetics. Yes, the material is probably superior to the good ol’ human leg, but is it an advantage? Discuss.