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the light quite pleasantly falls on
the notepad and the electric guitar.
(and, up from there, a shot of “bob”
—dylan, of course, the soul of the
age…and, above that, blurry *and*
glare-y, some shots of cheryl tiegs
[wiki]—the iconic cover-girl of my
adolescence & young-adulthood.
never mind that.)

oh, and those milk-crates.
i forget where i got those.
anyway the statute has expired.

no, the *point* here is, again,
the notepad and the guitar…
and the chair an the coffee cup
(okay, it’s a “measuring” cup
on its face… *i* say it’s a
coffeecup…); the *point* is
it’s all in there scrunched up
where i can hunch over with the
guitar in my lap *and* write out
the “tabs”—or, more recently,
one-string *lists of notes*
(in “number” form first; but also
“letter” form [C to shining C] and
recently with “fingerings” added
and even up-and-down “stroke”
notations). anyhow. if all goes
well, one can sit there in that
chair with everything *right there
at hand* and grind out breakthroughs.

i’m flat-out *going to* “obsess” about *something*…
nature or nurture, who cares, we’re all this way
in our family: what feels like “taking a thing
seriously” looks to other people like “obsession”.
i get this. (i had better.) but it’s not. now,
obsession rightly-so-called would have made me…
or any of us… a genius-level performer at *one
thing* like erd\”os or jackie du~pr\’e or something.
*maybe* nathan got that; he was *very* high-functioning
in his professional life (musical director for
touring companies; as a piano-player recording
artist, he made some great records but i’m guessing
not much money; anyway. as musical director,
he literally toured the world with the shows).
hannah learned several languages and made it
look easy… as i assure you, it is not.
and was able to get a pretty-good-in-terms-
-of-salary *library* job out of it once she
qualified with a *second* master’s degree
(“classics” turned out to be a dead-end of
instructing-indifferent-beginners, so she
bailed on that career possibility with only
a master’s degree to show for it… this was
probably wise of her. [my own pro career was
*mostly* instructing indifferent beginners,
so i can speak with some authority on this.]).

we came by it honestly. my mum was PO’d because
getting divorced distracted her in her legal
studies to the point where she was merely
*magna* cum laude; evidently she’d been shooting
for “summa”. & dad was always taking on all
these *projects* and succeeding at quite a few
of them.

okay. burning out. go read this
if you want more along these lines.

boxing day

boxing day. these shots show shelves
partly festooned in seasonal decor.
i’ll be tearing it down now. meanwhile
the rest of the house is, anyhow, more
orderly than it’s been in quite some time.
and would deserve photographing &
posting online if it weren’t so much damn
trouble. poor me. everybody else can
do everything on their phones. and
drive cars and stuff. having a wonder-
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here’s the seasonal doo-dads again,
updated. more stuff. also the bob
dylan section has been relocated;
visible but unrecognizable from here
are some CDs & cassettes, a bunch of
books, and an LP-sleeve with cover
art from several early albums. bob
is god around here. other artists
have (smaller, lesser) such sections
back in the audio-files room (where
most of this stuff was hitherto).
all this just to the right of the
mirror. there’s a foreign-language
section in there too.

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self portrait with comix stuff & art
supplies. happy days, everybody!

mis en abyme

w’edia.

i’ve been doing more shelving lately
even than usual… even unto moving
around actual shelves. whereupon,
strictly speaking, one is “decorating”
(rather than “shelving”, rightly so-
-called). but, then again. “all the
arts are one art”, as the saying goes
(or eventually will, if i get my way).

anyhow, here’s a shot about stuff about
the former “jugoslavia” (Југославија).
also some random furniture and whatnot.
you can see the mac whose built-in camera
took all three shots (in about the middle
of the mirror). here‘s a shot from
2010 with a different macbook & camera.

the way we live now

get away from me with your phony sympathy
i can see what you want in your eyes…
get away from me with your lies
(2009; now with much smarmy spam).

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adage confirmed

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there is, indeed, one more fly
caught in the honey here than
in the entire collection of flies
i’ve ever caught in vinegar. also,
by one of those weird coincidences,
there’s a vinegar bottle right next
to the inverted honeybear. if the
lid had been airtight, all the goop
would’ve settled to the bottom with-
out making it quite so *damn* far… and
wasting a bunch of food and a little
time. and a fly, of course.

skynet wins; lifeforms lose.
so what. serves ’em right.
mostly.

meanwhile. i’m still trapped
in this stinking painful “body”
until the payoff. so what.

(more embarrassing whining
edited out here a few hours
after the original posting
of this piece)

seven times seven (e.g.)

7 principles (UU) the hymnal
7 days (_genesis_ & dylan) gods & traditions
7 seals (& churches; _revelation_) pointless lies
7 planets (& 7 “sisters” [“pleiades”]) science & mysticism
7 ages of man (_as_you_like_it [act 2, scene 7]) whining schoolboy; mere oblivion
7 deadly sins (dylan again [wiburys]; PALEGAS) i’m confident, you’re proud, he’s arrogant
7 colors (ROYGBIV & MRBGPYO) i have no idea what this means; leave me alone

too many is never enough

7 notes of the (major scale)

big theme: arts & sciences
(we UU’s are print junkies;
our strength & our weakness)

7 dwarves of _snow_white_ (who knows?)

(more self-pitying drivel cut here)

skynet permitting

i’m planning on a campus trip monday
so look for me at bernie’s afterwards.
i might even stay for the monday medley.
anyhow, *i’ll* plan on banging around
a bit out on the smoker’s deck or what-
not.