psychogeography

It was less the feeling that the painter did not know what to paint than that he was housesitting in a fancy house whose floors were covered in persian rugs. Even the kitchen had its own knitted, potted plant growing in blue and maize onto a dried blood background on the floor. After inspection, the painter found no stains even on the kitchen rug, even on the off-white tassels that ended it on either side. Moving the rugs was out of the question–they were much too heavy and the painter had violent allergies. In ernest, the painter began an elaborate process of snipping garbage bags open and lashing them together into a crude covering with dental floss. Seeing that it would take him hours to cover the whole of the rug in a way that was precise enough to ease his anxiety, the painter put his forehead to the floor. Then he took out his sketchbook and a pen. He went into the living room, collapsed into a Louis XVI chair, and turned on the radio. After all, he thought, he could make do with a lesser art.

4th of 7th of 9th

On the 4th of July this year, I drank 6 cups of coffee (5 french-pressed hot, one iced.) I read part of a book that was borrowed and part of one that I helped steal. I was wearing stripes but no stars when we stole it. There was an ornament hanging above the toilet in the house where I was staying that was a fat middle-aged mermaid wearing sunglasses. The people that surrounded me were all very amenable to trickery, mischief, and games– my favorite kind of people to be around during holidays. I rediscovered that my small Heart is actually large for an Apple. Today, on the 5th of July, I ate a banana for the first time in a long time. Shooting the moon is difficult. Below my eyes, some of the capillaries have inexplicably popped like red fireworks on a heat of white lighning.* The red car took us back to the grey house. In an hour, things will be lively again. Now August-bound darkness has just fallen.

*Heat lightning is a misnomer for the faint flashes of lightning on the horizon or other clouds from distant thunderstorms that do not have accompanying sounds of thunder.

hard things

today i have to do something very hard. it seems like i’ve had to do several things this year that have been very hard in a very particular way. i’ve learned some things about doing very quiet, very hard things this year. i’ll deal and by that i mean i’ll listen to kim deal and probably drive around some.

summer goals

My plans for the summer include 1) achieving quantifiable goals 2) cultivating idleness. Somewhere in the clusterfuck that was this school year, I got kind of disorganized in the way I proceed with my days. Also, my idle time was mostly spent furiously writing and trying not to lose my mind rather than botting and doing hobbies I like.

Now that my mind is substantially found, and that I’m generally in a sunnier place, I’m able to look past the one-week-at-a-time mentality. I want to further decorate my house and get a rescue dog. I also want to have 3 stories at the end of the summer that I’m proud of (2 news and a revision). I also want to do some severely eccentric things that have no quantifiable output value aside from humor. These ideas include writing songs for the recorder, dressing my new dog up in ludicrous outfits (bumblebee, hippo, shark?), and making a faux after school special with J. Scott et. al. about the intimate relationship between Sonic and disordered eating. Gold. Also, I want to have nonfiction dates with CXO, which will most likely be a pleasant cauldron of Malbec, the theater of the absurd, and yes children, real value.

I’m using this thing for help with some of the more concrete things:

GTD Agenda

My new favorite lady-Greensborgian, Hope, introduced me to GTD and it’s a pretty useful system.

Dubya dubya out.

sweet machine

$500-$1400…nah. I’ll stick with my $7 plastic recorder from CVS alias magic flute.

Oh, you know, just sitting here…ALONESIES

Trying to revise a formal essay for class called “The Extrovert’s Guide to Being Alone.”

So, uh, what’s up with everyone out there? Doing well? Want to go get some Vietnamese food and then shoot off fireworks in the back yard? Orienteer to the highest point in Guilford County? I meant to return that DVD you leant me and now seems…like the perfect time.

brown-headed cowbird

These they lay in the nests of other birds, abandoning their young to foster parents, usually at the expense of at least some of the host’s own chicks.

 

Birding is my new hobby. I can’t wait to go to Florida in May and spot some new species.

Three new birds I’ve spotted in Greensboro to add to my list:

• brown-headed cowbird (assholes)
• goldfinch
• house finch

things I don’t miss

getting my eyebrows waxed pork chops Paris calculus jello shooters clarinet those rats i had to ratsit when i was ten and they got out

dad and me used peanut butter to lure them back into a squirrel trap

new look

same stilted chunks of undigested emotion

enjoy!

jesus christ and a terror twilight!

I think I just realized what I have to write a story about.