Goethe – Page 6 – A Piece, of the Sky

I tried to write this many times, but I am still reeling from the loss of Kaitlyn. I thought no one was going home this week – and production did too! #BBApocalypse #7StagesofGrief

The one thing about the natural disaster-level whirl of karma, that removed Kaitlyn, is that after the dust settled, we began to see what’s important and what’s not…

JC is running this game. Level 6 was all set to bounce RS, and JC said “No.” Sam, the HOH, who can fish for her dinner, weld, and purportedly ‘stomp mudholes’ in people’s chests, wanted to put JC on the block. JC said “No.” Sam caved and cried and hugged JC afterward.

JC is independent of Level 6. He is independent of Tyler. Tyler can womanize Bay, Hay, Kaitlyn, Sam, Kaycee (even though she is gay!) and everyone, everywhere – except JC. JC sees through him. He sees him for who he truly is (so does Scottie, but more on Scottie later).

On Twitter, there are pictures of Tyler, dressed as a rich man, in his real life. He’s not a “surfer.” He doesn’t need the money – but he has the intelligence to win it.

The Kaitlyn vote showed me that the house will listen to JC, over Tyler. If Level 6 doesn’t have JC’s swing vote, they will literally break camp and vote the other way. JC is the bellwether, the canary in the coal mine.

When JC voted to evict RS, every BB fan, myself included, thought RS was toast. But that was just a joke vote – and who was that poison barb aimed at? Tyler.

JC’s long game is to destroy Tyler, because only Tyler stands in the way of him winning $500K. The rest are irrelevant. It’s a game between JC and Tyler and the rest of them are just chess pieces, that those two move around. And it’s JC‘s game to lose.

Invisibility is power. If you’re not on the TV right now, that’s a good thing. Based on this rubric, the Final Five are: JC, Scottie, Angela, Rachel and Kaycee. Most casual watchers regard these HGs as “furniture,” but they are the real ones running the game.

RS is weak. Hay and Fessy are fighting now. Brett, Tyler and Sam are all way too exposed. Bay has a chance, but she has contracted HOH-itis, like Kaitlyn and Sam. Absolute power, corrupts absolutely.

Bay has also told Rachel about her power app. Who has she not told? A fake showmance with Tyler, is the last thing she needs right now (4 Days Late?! C’mon Bay! That’s your whole career and life on the line! You’re a professional model!).

Bay deserves to go home, if she too falls for Tyler’s wiles. Everyone is Faust, to Tyler’s fallen angel, Mephistopheles (look what happened to Kaitlyn!). He’s a jinx. He’s the spirit in “Death Note.” Avoid him Bay.

Scottie is still the best HOH, and he didn’t suffer an iota for it! Meanwhile, Brett is back on the block! The bros are going home.

Being HOH, gives you a chance to step out of the current fight and create a way-ahead. An airtight, post-HOH game is the sign of skillful player. Since he left the HOH suite, no one has heard from Scottie. #OutToLunch #OnBreak

Wotan, Odin

The mist came down from the wooded mountains, hugging the gnarled slopes. Once over the lake, the hoary cloud ghosted the glass-like surface. Ran and Alli rode their mountain bikes through twists and turns in the Maine woods. As the sun set and the first stars came out, they braked on the gravel beach of the lake.

The body of water lay behind Kaan’s cabin. Kaan and Beth were in the city for the weekend, for a book signing Beth was doing for the second edition of her novel.

They built a small fire on the beachfront. “Why don’t you release another edition of your book?” Alli asked, “It has been five years, hasn’t it?”

Ran snapped a handful of small twigs in half, to better feed them to the flames, “I just never thought about it. I didn’t feel like I had anything new to say.”

“That’s alright,” Alli said, hanging a pot of water over the fire, “I probably won’t make it out to my five-year college reunion. Sometimes, even a half decade later, you haven’t really taken everything in.”

Ran nodded. They brought wooden chairs from the porch over to the water’s edge. The forest grew darker. The moon rose, like an ice crystal hanging in the hard, unyielding cobalt sky.

Alli went into the cabin for some ingredients. She cooked the tagliatelle al dente, strained it and placed it in two bowls. Ran added some prepared foie gras and shaved a few large flakes of black truffle on top of the mounds of pasta.

They sat watching the clouds float through the blue-violet milieu, eating their supper and listening to the lull between the lapping of the waves.

“Do you ever think of Dallas?” Ran wondered, “Sorry to ask about exes, but you mentioned she had come back to New York?”

Alli shook her head, “No, it’s OK. Kaan never saw her again after that. Yes, I think of her sometimes but really not that much.”

“Were you ever really that close?” Ran opened a bottle of wine.

Alli sighed, “I felt we were – but of course, I was wrong.”

Ran handed her a glass, “Do you think she’s sorry for what she did to you?”

The fruity notes in the merlot were sweet and dry, “No, she doesn’t think about me.”

The first trills of the nightingale sounded through the wood. A group of crows on the other shore rose up, and flew off, in the direction of the mountains.

Ran poured herself another glass, “If I met her, what would you want me to say to her?”

Alli was leaning deep into her chair. She blanched, balancing the wine glass on her belly, over the flannel shirt she was wearing, “Nothing. It’s over. I don’t think about it anymore.”

Another crow cawed in the distance, across the water. An otter slipped into the waves, not far from them, crawling off a log, its serpentine body leaving nary a ripple in the water.

“There must be something you want to say to her. Something that needs to get out.”

Alli closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the cushions, “Not a thing. I’ve moved on. I have you.”

Ran drained her glass, “You know that I care for you, right?”

Alli didn’t open her eyes, “Always.”

The shadows joined the night. The bulbous moon, threw the two figures into sharp relief. The otter slunk back out of the water, sleek as a feline, hair slicked back against its minute skull.

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