Love Letters

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!

Lavender Blue

Well it’s very very cold out today. This morning when waiting for the bus it was 14 degrees. Now it’s probably 19 degrees. A bit windy and that wind cuts like a knife. Work was ok, nothing special and offers very little to write about, but write about it is what I’ll more than likely do. I took my time once again, counting on the fact that a lot of people have this week off. And once again I got in before everyone else. Tomorrow is a scheduled day off though no one knows exactly why. I submitted the days that the office would be closed, following Greg Steven’s instructions and January 4 was on it and got his approval.

Some people are going in, but I’m not. I was wishy washy about it all day, but since I’m not expected in, I won’t be in. I look forward to sleeping in for the next three days. It’s been so cold out that sleeping is great, Bill emits so much heat that it can be overwhelming but it’s comfortable nonetheless. I couldn’t log on this morning and now that I’m back from work, I still can’t log on. Our not so Optimum Online service isn’t connecting and I’d rather wait for Bill to come home and work on it since it’s all through his Mac in the next room. I’m not going to disconnect anything, lest I ruin everything that he has set up.

Perhaps someone with computer knowhow would be able to do it, but I’m not the knowhow kind of guy. It’s a trade off of sorts. I will wash the dishes that he left in the sink last night, and he can set up the wireless connection. I washed away the anger I had about the dishes taking up residence in the sink anyway. I don’t mind (yes I do). I offered to make him dinner last night, not so much to feed him but to minimize the mess afterwards. I use one pot and a colander, he uses two pots and sauce gets everywhere. I cleaned it up last night, but still the dishes sat near the sink. Sometimes he does it before he leaves, but not this morning. But like I said, I can be fine with it. I wanted to make dinner for myself tonight and to do so I had to wash his dishes. They weren’t going to wash themselves.

Now I’m writing on the computer, just posting it might be a problem. Hopefully Bill will be home soon and everything will be alright in our apartment in Hoboken. Or I’ll just forgo the Internet tonight and read, and watch TV. I hope Juan has a safe trip to and from Costa Rica, and I hope Song makes it home to Australia, if he hasn’t already. Sorry to have missed him. Well I thought Bill would be home by now, but it’s been over an hour. I guess something might have come up vis a vis his parents.

I’m watching a VH1 documentary on Acid, part of the Drugs Years series. It’s pretty good, but doesn’t make me yearn to do that again. I did it, gained some insight as it was an experiment. Mostly it’s all a bunch of hippies though. I just thought about Andrew Loog Oldham’s comment from his memoir about how he feels the sixties ended around 1966-67, which was when things all went hippie. Up till then, for Oldham at least, it was all about flash and looking sharp.

Well I’m back online and everything is OK thanks to Bill. Hip Hip!

And a happy ending that’s not costing you $10.00.