The neighborhood had a huge yard sale yesterday. I decided to participate at the last minute, and made several trips down (and up) the steep driveway with a big bunch of the stuff that’s been gathering dust in the garage. Several people stopped in – maybe half walked away with something. I pretty much gave the stuff away, especially the kid’s toys. I ended up ahead by a little, but I bought a bunch of stuff, too. Everything I bought…
What a week. Really. On Monday and Tuesday, I was still recovering a bit from the effects of the pollen overload on my system. I went to work, but I was dragging. I was starting to look forward to my birthday, but I wasn’t sure what there would be in celebration. I got a few things in the mail – a cd, a book by Slavoj Žižek (looks like he ripped off Jean Baudrillard in this one), a voodoo toothpick…
Enjoy this day, and meditate upon hope and resurrection and refreshment and life and the eternal. And chocolate (why not?). [myspace]http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=26253154[/myspace] “White Lily” – Laurie Anderson What Fassbinder film is it – The one-armed man Walks into a flower shop And says: “What flower expresses Days go by And they just keep going by… Endlessly… Pulling you Into the future? Days go by… Endlessly… Endlessly pulling you… Into the future?” And the florist says: “White Lily”…. ?
Still sick, coughing, shivering, sweating, miserable. One good thing has come out of this, though. I’m sick and tired of feeling sick and tired, and there’s one thing I know I can (and should) do to make things better. I am quitting my terrible smoking habit. Potential embarrassment and shame about failure will be a further incentive, so I’m announcing here there and everywhere. I’ve got a quit date – next Wednesday April 15th. I took my first Chantix pill…
Just when I had loads and loads to blog about, I got knocked down by oak pollen. I just knew those trees were hostile. There is too far too much to tell, so here’s just a very quick summary. Equinox Weekend – Inconsolably depressed, and for no good, acceptable (rational) reason. Spiraling outside my will. Surrounded by a wall. Falling down a well. But then… the thunder quieted a little and – between the soundcracks of the whirlwind – I…
I would like to see someone do some contemporary intellectual work on how indirect communication – communication by signals and pointers and gestures rather than direct statement – produces the best art. The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple. ~ Oscar Wilde Communication whose style and content is dictated by constraints imposed by the rules of a scene is more creative, even more joyful, even if the realities of the life that produces the thought is…