Yesterday I finished the last of the eleven 250-word reviews I had to do. I had already done my next two columns for SPR. Two other things I had deadlines for I had finished more than a month ago. Ergo, I can now spend the summer working on anything I want to. It’s the first time I’ve felt so free in two years or more. There was always the Scientific American blog, and I seemed to be making commitments I shouldn’t have.
I have to methodically choose my next project. I think it should be a Major Statement on Cerebreffectiveness. I’ll call it something like “Notes on Full Intelligence As Opposed to IQ Intelligence.” Make that “Genuine Intelligence Versus IQ Intelligence.” Snappy, hey? I really want to write it, intelligence having been a central interest of mine ever since I was told as a boy that I had it. I’m sure I have important things to say about it. Re-say about it–at greater length. Bringing in others who have written on the subject like that oaf Charles Murray. I call him an oaf because I wrote him and never got a reply. If he were not an oaf, he would have recognized me from my letter as someone he ought to be in touch with if he has a serious interest in a topic he has a book out about.
In any case, while I definitely want to write it because I want to write it, I also think it may be commercial, either as a book, if my thoughts are book-length, or as an essay that some visible publication of some sort would publish and either pay for or certify me sufficiently to give me a chance at remunerative publication elsewhere. I always have this fantasy. One of my ideas for a book is a list of all the failed money-making ideas I’ve had in my life, with commentary.
Gotta go now. I’m into what I hope is tomorrow’s blog entry. It’s another discussion of Philistines.
Note: whenever I feel I’ve reach some pivotal point in my life, I check my horoscope. As I’ve said before, I absolutely do not believe in any superstitions, but I’m superstitious. It’s like this, I know there’s no such thing as a lucky charm or lucky day, BUT . . . at certain times, I try to locate one in my life, most often by playing Yahtzee with the understanding that if I win it, my day will be lucky. Of course, winning, which I sometimes do–I figure I have about a one in twenty chance at 300 points, which is my definition of winning (usually)–never has any effect on my day BUT . . . it makes me feel lucky for a little while! (Note: if I ever get 500 or more points in a Yahtzee game, it means I’ll get a billion dollars in the mail or something else comparable will happen to me. I once came within a yahtzee of doing that.)
Simple explanation: my rational self is in charge but lets my simpleton self feel good once in a while. I would never invest my house in some get-rich-quick scheme because every planet in my horoscope is trine or sextile to my natal sun, for instance–but I might dare to send a submission to Prentice-Hall because of that. Trines, sextiles and conjunctions are favorable aspects (although astrologers can interpret anything to be favorable–like an opposition, the worst aspect, as a wonderful challenge).
Today, in case you’re wondering what my chart says, I have transitting Mars (Mars where it is today) trine to my natal sun (my sun where it was the day I was born), the transitting sun sextile to my natal sun, and my ruling planet, Uranus, almost exactly conjunct to the transitting sun. But transitting Mars is opposed to the transitting sun and Mars. That explains why my tennis game was so bad this morning I quite after only two sets.
The other planets are in neither good nor bad aspects with my natal sun, so it is an astrologically good day for me! And my luck should hold for a week. Nothing to show for it yet but this entry, and its past four o’clock, but–hey–this is a great entry! And someone will send Charles Murray to it, whereupon he’ll recognize me as worth contacting, and co-author a book on intelligence with me, that will finally take care of my debts, and make me financially independent for the rest of my life.