Well today was a great big nothing day, though I did things. I didn’t sleep in too late, but I did wake up and send an email being uncertain about the office. Tom Chin responded that the office was closed. So there was no need to worry about that and I went back to bed for about two more hours. So technically I was up at 8:00 and then got out of bed at 10:00, being a glass half fool most of the time I would say I was up early. And if that’s putting me to sleep, then it’s probably doing the same to you. That had to be one of the most boring lines I have ever written.
Sometimes when I write it just flows, and other times it’s just chiseling away at a giant hunk of marble. Or Jello. That would be more like it. Trying to create a sculpture out of a block of Jello. It certainly is a surreal image. Perhaps it’s been done already. Perhaps I am the first. I once thought I was the first when back in the day while putting out a fanzine with Rand and assorted sordid friends, I came up with ‘Mass is the opiate of religion’, a twist on that quote by Marx, Karl I believe, or Gummo, that ‘Religion is the opiate of the masses’. Now somewhere between when Marx said it and the mid 1980’s, I’m sure someone, somewhere came up with it before I did. It’s an irresistible pun, a black hole of puns perhaps. Or maybe, it’s just not funny.
I’ve been writing a long time. Not just this blog, but for years I’ve had carried around journals and notebooks. Rarely filled. If it weren’t for this gosh darned Internet, I wouldn’t be writing at least 500 words a day and it is an online diary, sometimes disguised as a newspaper column, sometimes like a letter and sometimes like litter. And it is a discipline, to write everyday. I owe that to Bill and Lewis Lapham.
Plenty of people suggested doing what Lapham said that night in October 2005, but when he said it, it really rang true. Why did I listen to Lapham and not other people? Well other people suggest that I do things and since they’re generally bad and if physically possible, might involve hurting myself. Lapham never suggested fucking myself so his suggestion was heard quite loudly. Well that and the microphone feedback came across loud and somewhat clear.
I do enjoy writing especially when it’s easy. I guess I opted out on writing when I decided to write about writing rather than actually come up with something or reporting on my daily activities. But it goes to show how low key my day was. I did laundry, some grocery shopping , cleaned the bathroom a bit and read. That’s about it, stretched over eight hours. Where is the glamour?
I did watch Eastern Promises with Viggo Mortensen and Naomi Watts, and it was good. I feel the need to watch it again though, since I couldn’t get somethings in it. I was distracted a couple of times, so a repeat viewing could come in handy. It has a strange feel to it, but then again it is David Cronenberg. Weekend plans so far, Chaz’s holiday party tomorrow and Sunday, helping Bill clean out his old bedroom so the home health care attendant will have a room to live in.
Till tomorrow, Cheers!