Monday, March 31, 2008
Also fielded support call from work, nothing serious, that'll come later.
Snacking on snacks. Thanks for the cookies, sweetie.
Car's all fixed, I guess. We'll see.
Wishing I had one or more burgers. Maybe some pop.
Coffee's not seeping into the higher centers as quickly as I'd like, lucky I don't work with sensitive equipment or anything like that.
Looking forward to having money again someday. That should be a gas.
Ah, truck is on the way.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
On the up side, made delicious spicy fried rice with kale & c., watched Sahara projected on the wall of my apartment & generally had a lovely evening with my sweetie.
So, really, muffler's no big deal.
Ongoing achey sleepiness that I'd be inclined to attribute to dehydration had I not been throwing back the water like a monkey in the springtime, hoping it's not the nose end of a cold.
Strange UMass marching band event just took place across the street, took pictures, shot video, will probably put the video up later.
Going to go pick up some prints shortly. Was going to make fried rice for dinner, now inclining toward going out somewhere instead. Lazy, lazy.
Got home, folded laundry, should really shower, etc.
Wish I could nap.
Trying to get back to being relatively disciplined, always a challenge, much more so when I'd really rather be lolling about in bed with somebody. Anyway, trying to get back to being relatively disciplined.
Trying to sort out upcoming paid work, art projects, personal work, volunteer work, etc. in my head for the coming months, there's quite a bit of it. Taxes & car reinspection need to get done quickish, other things not so much, at least considered individually. Given the mass of them, though, I should really start getting some out of the way this week.
Did manage a walk up Poet's Seat. After that, got makings of dinner, we made & ate that, since then, for me anyway, it's been mostly sleep.
Off to work.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Got hungry & made myself some chapatis with spicy mango chutney, proved to be too much for the young innocent, made her a toasted buttered potato roll. To each his or her own.
Peretz is resting on blanket, once this episode is done, we're all off to climb Poet's Seat with Pickles. Sunny, cool day, should be a blast.
Friday, March 28, 2008
She's doing that now. I've been walking around the damp, snowy landscape, taking snapshots. Spent a while combing through bookstore that's dying tomorrow, all used books 75% off. For $3.30, I got The Paradoxes of Mr. Pond, Dead Babies, To Sir, With Love, Crime of Passion & Chairman Mao Talks to the People.
The Chairman says: "When people die there should be parties to celebrate the victory of dialectics."
Aftermath of ripping down symbolic networks is a bit of a colorless world, can always build new ones, it's my business.
Information professional, runs on coffee & muffins.
Peretz wants muffin.
Mind running down well-worn, boring tracks.
A little more work, then fun. Work, fun, work, fun.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
All sorts of sad things on my mind, not particularly sad, though.
Dog wants out, I want to stay collapsed in heap. Imagine we'll work something out.
Feeling a bit flattened, creatively, anyway. Drag.
Peretz is grooming himself contentedly.
Nice to have coffee on hand again.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Pretty soon, I felt better & started enjoying the long morning prior to work, took a good long walk with Peretz, observed the plants sprouting & debris accumulated over the winter now revealed by snow melt, got my shoes a little muddy. Peretz play briefly with a cone-headed golden retriever recovering from surgery.
Finally got around to buying some coffee.
Looking forward to Neil's thing in Turner's tonight.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
As L. had gone for dinner with long lost friend, went for tasty Mexican with colleague from out of town, burrito, plantains, would usually perk me right up, made me sleepier.
Peretz found a sesame bagel in a bush. Nice little Jewish dog.
In a pile in pajamas, wishing TV were more entertaining.
Could use a soda.
Forgot to mention that last night's headache brought on some interesting (to me, anyway) semiecstatic philosophizing, all hail the metonym!
Work is being crazy.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Should probably eat something, maybe some chips.
Falling asleep last night, grim blackness settling about my mind, happens a lot when very tired.
Peretz is sleeping on blankets, I should shower.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Still some snow piles here & there, makes it seem like the spring I watched unfold over the past week was the product of some sort of delusional state, like so much else in my life. Anyway, it was real enough, just elsewhere. Back in place.
Went & swapped tapes, uploading photos.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Lovely moon tonight, driving to restaurant, we watched it rise through clouds, magical, orange.
Too distracted by vacation doings to wish you a happy equinox, happy belated equinox.
On to waffle brunch.
Peretz says hello.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Strange little freakouts over stuff I have no control over, only have a little control over those, better than none.
Resting & digesting.
Think we're going to hit some semilegal fried chicken & pie joint with Chris & Emily shortly, then visit Andrew Jackson's historic home, then grilling and chilling. The days are just packed.
Keep waking up needing to pee very, very badly, maybe I should drink less coffee?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Not spending much time on computer, it's sort of interesting, don't know that I'd call it good.
Getting to be quite a backlog of photos to title, should get to that.
Joking about eating entire jars of condiments.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Peretz seems to be enjoying spa treatment.
Stopped on the way down & checked out the Natural Bridge, impressed in spite of myself, really quite something.
On with the restful & pleasant.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Thinking about the invasion of our minds by moneyed interests, most defenders fifth columnists. Hopeless, oh well.
Dog isn't sure he's coming along for the ride, pacing nervously.
See you on the flip side.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Heading out to do festive shopping shortly, trying to clear my head of aggravation so I'll be better company.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Still working on it, obviously.
Funny how people get in a corner and turn overly dramatic, why never overly cinematic, overly novelistic? Pretty sure I'd prefer either.
Felt very itchy, took drastic step of moisturizing.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Makes me think about spending last March in a disconsolate pile, how he loved it.
Hum of giant a/c unit, back in service.
Stupidity at work causing unnecessary stress, considering walking out.
This morning, sleepy, itchy, done with work even though I'm going, just don't care about it lately.
A little more coffee & maybe I can feign interest sufficiently.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Trying to decide what I'd like for dinner, need to remember to get stamps.
Released that mouse, hope she does OK out there.
Makes me a little sick thinking about it.
Should get on to thinking about something else.
Yesterday's excessive sleepiness seems to have moved on, anyway.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Should really re-view Miller's Crossing, reread Red Harvest
Thinking about watching Sweet Smell of Success projected on the wall last night, quite a beautiful film, if still a conventional morality tale, at least structurally. At its core, I think, it would like to be darker than it is, lacks the courage of its own grotesqueries. Suppose someone had to be willing to pay for it, still flopped, oh well.
Was talking about how a character similar to Tony Curtis's would make a fine lead for a TV serial, spending each episode destroying someone's life for his own enrichment, back next week to do it all over again. Presents a lot of opportunities for developing a highly textured character. You want to do it? It could be called Bastard or something.
Planning stir fry for later, just realized I'm out of soy sauce, yikes.
Torn between wanting to be asleep and wanting to be out in the sunshine (that's you!). Am going to return to work shortly.
First, a walkabout with Peretz, hopefully won't fall asleep.
On way back, got some supplies against imaginary future Indian dinner party.
Pure terror always dancing just out of my field of vision, eyes dart to the left and it's gone.
Thinking up bad comic strips.
Need to go buy printers for work.
Tired of position of responsibility.
Thinking about phonies.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Productive member of society.
Have a bit of a sore throat, should probably take to smoking less and sleeping more, sigh.
Really don't feel like being at work.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
All about the veil, pretty much.
Contemplating various orders of signification, their strangeness, their vagueness, their slippage.
Quite seriously. Seems a bit of a put on, I imagine. It's not.
So much I do seems that way. Except in rare cases, attempts at humor, it's not.
Need to walk the dog & get on with evening plans. He's been run ragged the past couple days, doesn't seem to have much interest.
Red tissue paper I've been documenting for several months has reemerged thanks to yesterday's rain. The insistent persistence of physical objects more a favor than an imposition. Thanks for that.
Just back from spending time outside in the sunshine.
Soon, both of us need to go do work, joy.
The little dear has gone to fetch some of the remarkable weekend-only cider donuts from the hippie mart down the way while coffee brews, sweet of her.
I've got cold fingers.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Drive back to Greenfield made worse by drunks on the road, Saturday night's alright.
Going to go lie down and relax.
Heading down to Medford to visit long lost pal Tasha in a bit, food, book shopping on agenda.
Dogs keep jumping on my toes with their sharp, sharp nails.
Friday, March 7, 2008
What else, what else.
In a bit of a nascency, thinking I'll maybe start reading more again soon.
More again soon.
Letting words turn into nonsense, as if that were necessary, as if that were.
Spoon, swoon, moon, June.
Enjoying blueberry upside down cake, somebody up there likes me, apparently. Toast with garlic butter next.
Peretz wants toast with garlic butter.
Out seeing music last night was asked to come play music next month, trying to come up with ideas for something to do, anyway, fun, been wanting to do more of that.
Sitting at work, struggling with ancient software, wishing I had something to eat.
Weekend plans are shaping up nicely anyhow.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Taking a little break from that, resting while soup simmers, lying in a pile with Peretz.
That's telling him, Asmodeus.
"There came a burst of thunder sound–
The boy–oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!–"
Thinking about the perils of editing a high school literary magazine:
".........a crash that killed this friend of mine............
.......only burning pieces were left behind........"
Ai ai ai.
Anyway, back up on deck, surveying the damage, some of those innocent bodies might make nice conceptual art.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Not enough time in the day, drag.
Was thinking about some interesting things earlier, seemed interesting anyway, meant to write them down, got distracted, sleepy now, can't remember them.
I'm sure they'll come around again, mostly I repeat myself, repeat & contradict myself.
Lather, rinse, etc.
Been taking pictures of debris.
At home briefly to get away from banging on walls.
Feels more & more like spring.
Itching to get someplace new, if only for a few hours, and take some photographs.
Wet world out there, need to get out & about in it.
Trying to make my winding way back into formalism, complexity, layering; been a bit tired for all that.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Raining pretty hard, got quite wet walking the dog, then drove to Greenfield under suboptimal conditions.
Making matzoh ball soup.
Working from home, sitting with sweet young thing & brother, they depart for airport soon, also testing whether office is negatively impacting my sinuses. Multitasking, multitasking.
We're drinking our morning coffee, P's downstairs with his morning six pack, poor guy, long flight with a broken rib. Not Peretz, he's sleeping.
Happy birthday, T., march forth, trumpets & such.
Monday, March 3, 2008
It's an onomatopoeia.
Not really, not always.
Filed claim on broken mirror, appraisal next, then the seven years of bad luck.
Back in the real world, nuts to the core, turtles all the way down, come on down to candyland.
Should do dishes, get ready for work, would rather be writing poems.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Shortly after my previous post, sweet young thing & her progeny arrived, we went to Great Wall for dim sum, lovely as always, then headed out to drop the young sprout on a ferry back to his dad.
Little side trip on the way down to sample Butler's Colonial Donuts in Westport, turned out to be temporarily closed, but with a helpful sign directing us to their other branch down Rt. 6 a piece, in Rhode Island. En route there, passed the Nite Owl diner in Fall River, tiny, lovely, deco owl bedecked, to which I intend some day to return.
So, Rhode Island location, while not as photogenic, does provide a very high quality real cream long john. Donuts also pretty great, I'm told apple fritter was quite something, as well. Charming, slightly inefficient mother/daughter team at the helm.
Got to Woods Hole ahead of schedule, friend of the kid's from Falmouth came down with his mom to hang out at the dock, witnessed and even participated a bit in mom on mom chitchat.
Stopped at outlet mall on way home in search of pants, pants accomplished, was gifted with socks, wanted to look at cooking supply outlet, but, like so much else in Massachusetts, it closes at 6 on Sundays. Around this time, my dear companion began fielding calls from grown men behaving like infants, ick.
Stopped a few exits after that for dinner at The Alamo, if you can believe it, Mexican joint owned by the father of one of the kids on Malcolm in the Middle, so so food, happier with mine than she was with hers. They had the karaoke going, weird scene, oldsters, cowboy hats. Nice to see L. out of traction & back in action, she did "You're So Vain", some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend indeed.
More driving & home again, she's off to tend to needy menfolk, I walk through parking lot with Peretz, wise old owl hooting sadly, repetitively, insistently in the dark woods beyond. I hear you, brother, you & me both.
"'What is truth?' said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer."
Etc., etc. Rough business, being civilized among the barbarians.
Musing on self-destructive processes, understanding them doesn't make them stop.
Hoping to work in some special donuts on drive down.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Can't type worth a damn lately, hit the key to left of the one I want much more often than I'd like, nobody's perfect.
Sipping ginger ale, resting.
Peretz seems glad to be home, also napping.
In short, everybody but me is napping.
We made donuts, they were quite lovely, didn't rise as thoroughly as one might hope due to cold.
Going to take the kid to fun activities with friends, then go photograph colonial reenactors.
Finished that jigsaw, roasted vegetables, made delicious little fried chicken sandwiches on potato rolls, repaired newspaper production equipment remotely, etc., etc. Busy bee.
Peretz & Pickles appear to be getting used to one another, should make everyone's life a good deal easier.