Everything is a landslide into predictable ground. Telling off the wind was pleasant, if not perpetually sound. I crawl around and smell questions like, "What is the song in the wood that you sing?" Several hours later it's like pretending to exist inside a hollow noon. Nobody extracts the delicate lesson until the air is thick with wives. A sample tray is held and inspected, formerly the domain of lost cues on the way to the bank. Some practical adhesion followed, followed by a lunar storm no one saw coming or going. Just a little more touching, then a lift to town.
So, yeah. Got an awesome hat. I believe it's what they call a trilby. The best part is that even though I bought it on "Black Friday", it was not on sale. That feels good. I also went to Housing Works Bookstore, where you never feel guilty about spending money, since it all goes to fighting AIDS and homelessness. What did I find there yesterday? I found Love Invents Us by Amy Bloom, Under the Small Lights by John Cotter, Walks with Men by Ann Beattie, and The Frequencies by Noah Eli Gordon. The last is signed and inscribed, "For Sasha, whom I know in the New Yorker & the blog world—thanx for all the music tips! Best, Noah". At the top of the page he drew a boombox and the date, 8/17/04.
Housing Works is great like that—it's relatively small, and if you go in looking for a specific book, especially an obscure "indie lit" book, you probably won't find it, but if you browse without looking for anything, you'll often find the most unexpected who-knows-whats.
I'm going bowling in three hours and one minute. Really, really, really hoping I impress a lot of cool people with my awesome hat. I'll let you know later how that turns out.
Bold, foolish, unselfconscious gestures seem necessary to me. If you're wise you might not commit such gestures, but I'm not sure you'll be happier. It's often a letdown when after contemplating some release of emotion I "think better of it" and keep my mouth shut. Then again, opening your mouth can indeed cause greater problems than you had to begin with. There are just some situations in which neither action nor inaction will bring comfort. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that's the way things are.
A friend of mine made these graphs of my two most recent poems. The bottom one is a pH scale, if you can't tell. Scroll down to read the poems. Pay special attention to the graph of the last line of the second poem. Pretty neat, eh? I want to do some myself now!
What are your thoughts on open relationships/marriages? I asked this on Twitter a few days ago but no one seems to have noticed. I come from the Whatever Works school of relationship philosophy, so yeah, open marriage? I'm all for it, if it works for you. I'm just curious about what some of you might think. Are you in an open relationship? Do you know anyone who is? Do you think they're seen as "abnormal"? Do you, or would you, see them that way? I mean, how much of a taboo is it in the year 2010? Do you think people in open marriages are looked at with the same kind of fascination/judgment with which people view polygamy?
've been getting reacquainted with Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, still the most underrated Star Trek series, I think. I love watching the actors most of all. No matter how popular their shows were, Star Trek actors' careers never seem to take off into "bigger and better" things after the shows end. (With the exception of Patrick Stewart, of course.) They all just seem to end up doing B-movies and minor guest roles on Law & Order. Terry Farrell was on Becker. (Remember? Didn't think so.) The rest ended up on Boston Legal, which was a great show, but gone now. But hey, maybe they don't want bigger and better things. I'm sure a lot of them are doing smaller things that they enjoy, like theatre. Anyway, I just love the endearing B-list charm of your typical Star Trek cast member. Nana Visitor (Major Kira on DS9) is particularly fun to watch. (Did you know she's Cyd Charisse's niece? I didn't, but I do now. Thanks, IMDb.) As a kid, I think I found her kind of annoying. But, you know, that's her character. I realize that now.
It's also great to see Avery Brooks (Commander (later Captain) Sisko) again. He's from Indiana, I learned about an hour ago. Apparently his relationship with the show behind the scenes was sort of contentious at times—he wanted to quit halfway through its run—but you would never know from his performance. A great actor playing a great character.
Did you know that Cirroc Lofton (Jake Sisko, Captain Sisko's son) is former major-leaguer Kenny Lofton's nephew? (I doff my hat and bow at your altar, IMDb.)
Oh, and Rene Auberjonois (Constable Odo on DS9, Paul Lewiston on Boston Legal)—his mother was a princess. Princess Laure Louise Napoléone Eugénie Caroline Murat. "On his mother's side, Rene is descended from Joachim [Napoléon] Murat, King of Naples and King of Sicily, formerly Grand-Duke of Berg and Kleve, and his wife (Marie Annonciade) Caroline Bonaparte, sister of the famous Napoleon."
The internet is really boring lately. Twitter is the only site where clicking refresh makes it more interesting. Facebook could work that way too if I had more interesting friends. Just kidding, friends.
The windows I have open right now are:
Grooveshark Gmail StatCounter Twitter Facebook Goodreads OkCupid Salon (Nerve) Personals this Blogger window Google Reader
I would also have Flickr open but it's sort of the off-season for street photography. Sure, you can take pictures in the cold, but that means you'd have to be in the cold. Not unthinkable, but it sure affects your motivation.
Do you take notes while reading? I've never done this, and I'm not sure how it would work, logistically. It seems to me that you would need three hands—one to hold the book open, one to hold the notebook you're writing in, and one to hold your writing utensil. (This is assuming your notebook isn't the kind that can lie flat and stay open by itself. I use Moleskines or their generic equivalents.)
Apparently white bread is made from wheat. Am I the only one who didn't know this? If all bread is wheat bread, why is some bread labeled "wheat bread", implying that all other breads are not wheat? What about rye bread? I love rye but I don't like wheat, or "wheat", I guess I should say. Why don't these other breads taste like wheat if they're made from wheat?
Like a sideways Borne on spectacle Delineated wonder Bread for the bachelor Too created out to People the deft plain Organic as a hoof On the brief Loaf of the blue Mind at cross purposes Tethered to whether In a time-cured Extra special episode Appalling in strange Reportable ways Learned of blind
I'm genuinely curious as to how someone in a (happy) relationship could ever experience loneliness. I'm not expressing skepticism that this is possible. I believe it when people say it, but I really am curious.
Jealousy isn't much fun when the people you're jealous of are good people and have done nothing wrong. This causes frustration. Frustration is the worst aspect of any situation in which it occurs. I think frustration always has something to do with proximity. Two things that "should" be together but are separated by a thin sheet of tempered glass. Or whatever it is computer screens are made of.
I think I was wrong before When I said I don't have energy anymore I still have it It's just being spent In unproductive ways Misanthropic ways Antisocial behaviors and words I don't want to cause pain But I also sort of do I'm not proud of this I'm not happy about this situation I should be more mature I should take a look at some books on Buddhism Writing about you is out of the question Well so much for that There's nothing else to write about The Giants won the World Series yeah big deal I don't care about that Election stuff today Oh yeah well fuck those fucks My only vote is for you
The reason I can start November fresh with a new book is because yesterday I finished this one, Look at Me, by Jennifer Egan. It was so good I dropped almost everything else I was reading and managed to finish it in under four months. It goes back and forth between two intersecting storylines, one in New York and one in Rockford, Illinois. It's very cinematic. Highly recommended.
I feel bad that you didn't like Stoner, Elisa, so I'm going to recommend another NYRB book, Sleepless Nights, by Elizabeth Hardwick. (If you haven't already read it.) I'm only a few pages into it, but I feel pretty confident I'll like it, since it's an NYRB book. Instead of NaNoWriMo, I'm going to try to read not one but two (short) novels this month, Sleepless Nights first, then So Long, See You Tomorrow, by William Maxwell. (Feel free to consider that one a recommendation as well. I mean, it's a pretty safe bet that I'm going to like it, so I feel comfortable recommending it ahead of time.) These books were published one year apart, according to the copyright pages (1979 and 1980). If I read at a pace of 9.5 pages per day, I should have no trouble reaching my goal.