September 3rd, 2010
A swinging bench is a simple pleasure; a delightful way to welcome the day. Walkers will walk, joggers will jog, and the ducks will eat. I will swing.
There are a few dogs, but only one catches my fancy. As shaggy as a snuv (with or without gloves) and older than its master, it wanders in its step. An old master too, who knows the politeness of offering a morning greeting. I smile. She holds a leash in hand; he won’t be running far, if he could. The pup looks like he relies on his nose more than anything, but his tail moves, swinging.
Enjoying the simple pleasures. There’s a smile under that shag, and you couldn’t ask for more.
Overhead, a spider bounces with its web, as the branches are moved by the breeze.
The weekend will consist of exploring my new neighborhood. Plenty of interesting buildings to note and photograph. The walk will be nice, and a good excuse to avoid unpacking duties. I might even end up at the New York State Fair, weather and company permitting.
ho hum
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August 31st, 2010
Getting a jump start on September’s project, unpacking can wait.
I’m excited.
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August 30th, 2010
Sore back, cut knuckles, bruised knees – the move could be considered a success. Still need curtains. As well as other items.
There is a severe force of honesty that envelopes me – I am alone in this apartment. For as much as I enjoy the peace, the quiet, and knowing that it will remain clean, I can’t fully enjoy it. I’d like to share it with someone.
I stare out, observing my new neighborhood. Plenty of new faces, new stories, new pains. There is a considerable amount of interest in one particular trash can, I don’t understand it, yet. The buildings across appear to house candles – some windows flicker, others are dim, and some have remained dark since I arrived.
Spiders spin web outside my windows, I’ll take that as a sign of good luck. The ceiling creaks, doors slam, and footsteps rumble in the hallway; will I ever meet my neighbors?
Do they want to meet me?
A somber wind blows through, the flame is out.
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August 26th, 2010
Adoring fans will know that I have a thing for the moon. So this link should not be a surprise. Read it and learn a thing or two, it’ll do ya some good.
Everything is packed and I am going crazy not being able to distract myself with work. I nearly scribbled on the walls, but realized that would not be too smart of an idea. Or at least the repercussions would not be enjoyable. See, I can behave occasionally.
Oh, but this weekend everything will be out again. I am quite excited to start prepping my darkroom, I hope I didn’t overestimate the space for it. Well, I’ll know tomorrow. I wonder what the neighbors will think of me. I’ll make a terrible first impression, as usual. That’s the result of not talking as a child, acceptable social skills never were planted in me. It surely did not help that everyone then assumed I was to be the weird one and let it be. So it goes. Books, on the other hand, I know how to introduce myself.
Oh my, I need a new bookshelf. Or two, maybe three?
No time, look at these for now. It’s the past. Again, little has changed.
And then there is this idea to explore. I have thought of this before and took it a step further: water is the culprit. And it continues to control us. This is why I get nervous around large bodies of water, you can’t turn your back on it.
As for the literary worms out there, as well as the creative types, here is something to worry about. There’s something quite terrible with a society that prevents a creator to release their own work. This is a world of money, and what trouble it does bring. It depresses me.
Then again I already was.
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August 25th, 2010
As it turns out, I have three tape players. The gems you uncover in a move, how nice. Fortunately, this means I won’t have to keep such items in storage anymore. They will have room to roam and be used. Yes, all three of them, potentially.
At least they’ll keep me company.
I hope
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August 24th, 2010
What bears repeating with your cold shoulder in the way?
Ah, hell. I’ll keep the curb warm, ears pricked waiting for your return.
Nothing, nothing, nothing. No one -
waits as long as I do.
How fickle of a heart do you intend to plant?
And when a country sinks, where do the citizens grow?
And how can you reverse-engineer the brain, when it has no end?
No need to answer these if you don’t feel anything.
Just about done packing, what a feat. I’ll be on my way soon enough.
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August 13th, 2010
Here are some places and people you should check/read/think about while you walk your dog/take out the trash/listen to your partner.
We’ll start with some simple insight: no pressure.
But let’s jump to a new new model: meet a new monkey. It purrs like a kitten!
And here’s a fellow that catches my interest, he’s interesting.
“I like the idea that things should be used until they come to a natural death. I have shoes that I wear until they fall off. On my walk I came across this tractor that had clearly lived a long and hard working life and was surrounded by various parts of deceased vehicles dotted around like a mechanical graveyard.”
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August 12th, 2010
Well, I be damned. Look at this (and read it as well).
“It’s hard to find a comedy that’s funny cross-culturally because the ways that violations can be benign differ from culture to culture. The comedy that is funny cross-culturally tends to involve a lot of physical humour. The violations are clear no matter who you are.”
Difference between my ‘study’ and theirs is that they probably got paid, I just sat here rambling for free. Yes, you are allowed to laugh.
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August 11th, 2010
Oh the things we try to learn of ourselves, here’s a fun article from Scientific American. The full article is behind a paywall, but here’s their sample:
~Mrs. K. questions who she really is. Her family, her career, her entire life seem pointless. She feels anxious and broods. She sometimes screams at her children for no reason and then feels guilty. She has toyed with the idea of suicide. In contrast, Mr. M. believes that he possesses extraordinary gifts. He spends long nights writing down grandiose plans to save the world and sends his manuscripts to numerous publishers. Despite heaps of debt, he buys an expensive sports car, anticipating success. He has never felt more confident. These patients suffer from different mental illnesses—Mrs. K. is depressed, and Mr. M. is manic—but they both hold highly distorted views of themselves.
It is more than just sage advice to “know thyself,” as Heraclitus advocated in the fifth century B.C. A realistic self-image is a hallmark of a healthy mind. Ancient Greek philosophers speculated that the psyche determines behavior. Since then, numerous studies have shown that people with a faulty self-image tend to have high levels of anxiety, defensiveness, self-doubt and narcissism. Relationships, careers and happiness suffer when reality doesn’t match who we think we are.
Continue, if you will, here.
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August 11th, 2010
Humidity sets in like a bad rash you can’t scratch.
I’m left awake wondering if there’s such a thing as a good rash. Outside, I grimace. There’s a break in the clouds that lets some rays creep on the lawn and I make my way to the vehicle. Another day of monkey games, nothing more. We head out for some bananas, barreling down asphalt at 60mph, never once considering that beautiful spot in the sky will one day destroy us all.
It’s behind a thin veil of moisture now, like a glory hole covered in cellophane. A poor attempt at hiding an honest fact of life. Well what do I know, I’m no scientist. They say it’ll be a few million or billion years till that happens. Well, they also don’t say much either, in the interest of preventing mass panic. Wouldn’t you? Let the monkeys play out their final days. tikka tikka tikka, they go.
But I’m no scientist. Sure, I did my share of star gazing, with a girl in the back of a pickup. Let me tell you, nothing makes you feel like less of a man than having the universe look down on you. The realization of how insignificant you are sent shivers through me, the only ones for the night. As for the Sun, well, its not as forgiving as the night sky, can’t gaze at it too often.
I see you, smearing makeup at 70mph. Must be a big banana. The clouds fill in the gaps and a sigh blows through. Tears will rain down today and we’ll just wipe them away, never knowing, never caring, just trying to stay dry.
I take a different turn and decide to show up when I show up. The water is nice. Sometimes, there just ain’t a reason to play those games.
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