Sunday, September 30, 2007
sittin' at home, doin' nothin'
and it's good. the rodeo is on telemavision and i must say, those cowboys are a pretty cute bunch. but what i really like about it is how they feature the bulls as much (more, even?) as the riders. they talk about the bull's record, his history, his attitude, his technique, and there's even a shot of the bull with blue screen effects as he stands, looking defiant, then runs toward the camera. it's totally awesome! go bulls!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
autumn, the finest time of the year
i love autumn. it's one of my top four favorite seasons. seriously, it really is my favorite. after the madness of heat (i often sympathize with Meursault from a specific scene in Camus' L'Étranger -- more on that in a minute) the slight chill and fresh breezes are welcome, even though they may be harbingers of death.
and that's the sad part of autumn. not the hibernation (little deaths) of plants and running about in shorts... the insects often must die. particularly my favorites. some hibernate but disappear from my world... and others do not. like the preying mantis. i saw one yesterday, injured, but whether by aggression or cool temperatures i do not know. but she limped, struggled, and when i attempted to move her from pavement to shrubbery 'put up her dukes' and prepared to fight. she was beautiful, with wings that would not close and mid-section legs that would not work. i moved her to the shrub with my sheets unfinished songs bundled to make a firmer tool. she held on but dropped as i moved her to the vegetation, requiring further prodding on my part to attempt to right her. i know it may be a futile effort, but i wanted, and hoped, that if i just set her up into a defensible position she would make it. even through the winter.
now, about Camus. the only thing i really remember from The Stranger was the scene where he kills 'the arab.' i don't remember that they had interacted before. i remember no details, save something about his mother, and that one scene, where he is driven mad by the heat. perhaps i was driven mad by the obtuse writing and truly connected to the work at that point. but often, when the heat is so hot, so humid, and i have been without respite even at night, i remember that scene.
and that's the sad part of autumn. not the hibernation (little deaths) of plants and running about in shorts... the insects often must die. particularly my favorites. some hibernate but disappear from my world... and others do not. like the preying mantis. i saw one yesterday, injured, but whether by aggression or cool temperatures i do not know. but she limped, struggled, and when i attempted to move her from pavement to shrubbery 'put up her dukes' and prepared to fight. she was beautiful, with wings that would not close and mid-section legs that would not work. i moved her to the shrub with my sheets unfinished songs bundled to make a firmer tool. she held on but dropped as i moved her to the vegetation, requiring further prodding on my part to attempt to right her. i know it may be a futile effort, but i wanted, and hoped, that if i just set her up into a defensible position she would make it. even through the winter.
now, about Camus. the only thing i really remember from The Stranger was the scene where he kills 'the arab.' i don't remember that they had interacted before. i remember no details, save something about his mother, and that one scene, where he is driven mad by the heat. perhaps i was driven mad by the obtuse writing and truly connected to the work at that point. but often, when the heat is so hot, so humid, and i have been without respite even at night, i remember that scene.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
that's weird
somehow my timezone became pacific. not that i have anything against the pacific timezone, just that i don't live there. in fact, i've never been there. in fact, i've never even driven through or flown over there. i don't think i even have relatives there. the closest i get is a guy that i used to be in a band with moved there, and one of my friends used to live there. oh, pacific time!
the neverending wearynesssss, whoa whoa...
...whoaoh oh whatever. i'm done tahrred out. a move and all the things such a move involves plus painting and both my parents for two days, then a 12 hour day at work, now a meeting to tell the guy that isn't doing his job that he needs to do his job...
a co-worker suggested, after i commented on my desire for not needing to have this meeting, the office crowbar. it seems so tempting right now, an hour and 15 minutes away from this sit-down. because my spidey-sense tells me it will be much anxiety on my part, a nicey-nice talk, and then more of the same b.s.
i guess i'm too tired to be optimistic right now.
a co-worker suggested, after i commented on my desire for not needing to have this meeting, the office crowbar. it seems so tempting right now, an hour and 15 minutes away from this sit-down. because my spidey-sense tells me it will be much anxiety on my part, a nicey-nice talk, and then more of the same b.s.
i guess i'm too tired to be optimistic right now.
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