Fooled by Randomness

I've started re-reading Nassim's classic, Fooled by Randomness. It's a great romp into luck and how the mind fools us into thinking that there are causes, when in fact there are none. The brain is a mysterious creature. I'm convinced that various "spells," for lack of a better word, is simply telling the brain through ritual what you want it to do. However, as everyone probably knows, sometimes even the best of intentions and desperate prayers go unanswered. Thank God for Unanswered Prayers.

I've also started re-reading two books on nature, Encounters with Nature Spirits and The Perelandra Garden Workbook. Both are fascinating ways to co-create with nature.

I've been looking into cities and countries that support mime as a way to see where I should live. There's a ton including Brazil, Chile, Canada. I'm still not sure where I want to settle, but it sure as hell isn't Long Beach. Looking back on my life at the tender age of 58, I've noticed that no matter where I seem to settle, I always want to live someplace else. No place ever feels like home. I'm not sure why that is. It seems I could be content SOMEWHERE. I think I long to be in a tony city, such as New York, Paris, London. None of these places seem a realistic option, however. And I know too many people who've moved to such destinations, only to find themselves working so much, just to keep their head above water, that they never have time to actually enjoy the city! I really want both as the upper class ancient Greeks had and the wealthy also had in nineteenth century England: a smart flat in the city and a nice villa in the country. Is that too much to ask? All you need is money!

Ive been looking at Alejandro Jodoworsky's home in Paris. Now, here is someone who lived in Mexico City, then rooted himself in Paris. I wonder how he did it? I'll need to read his autobiography at some point. I think I'd rather have accomplished certain goals before I worry about where I'm supposed to live. But, I am feeling an itch to settle someplace. I love his home. It's full of books and seems to mirror his inner life. People say my home has a good energy and I concur.

In the book, The Care of the Soul, talks about the importance of the home for the soul. So, a home is important.

In other news, I was dumped this week by the dude I was dating. Good riddance! We went to Universal Studios. I arrived at his apartment building and called and called. It turned out he forgot to pay his phone bill. He finally woke up, and we arrived at the park. There, his phone battery died and so needed to borrow money to eat, as he only uses Apple Pay. Finally, as the day ended and I was ready to get home, kick up my feet and have a nice beer, he announced he was meeting a friend for dinner and couldn't drive me home! Then a few days later his friend died (this was truly sad) and was angry that I wasn't "there" for him. I should have said, "I was there, I just forgot to pay my phone bill, my battery died, and I had to meet a friend for dinner." LOL. It's always funny to me in the dating scene how clueless people are of their own actions and yet extremely stringent with mine.