Friday, February 16, 2007
washed in the speechless real
i wish i could say that my reticence has been reflective.
it hasn't.
i am merely tired, and taciturn, and counting the days till march.
and then may.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
a walk on the wild side
Sunday, February 4, 2007
tending the tides
Friday, February 2, 2007
the crowd begins to sing
the picture, the words it's worth, the song it sings, the strings it strums: there is pure power in combination and collaboration. i have often wished that i knew how to match the media, to immerse myself, and others, in image, with matter, with music..
rich silfver knows, instinctively, how. he put - as he modestly says - "a small test" together, here:
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turn the volume UP. LOUD. i do, every time.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
all my slings and arrows
january, at first backward glance, looks to be thirty-one days of dithering, and
indecisive darting back and forth. i did, however, accomplish a scattering of worthwhile things:
*i stuck to The Diet...almost.
*i was a good friend.
*i survived a long series of very early shifts, with my alarm coaxing me awake at 4 a.m.
*i won (me! who never wins anything!) one of gayla's prints (i chose this one, which i find sublimely canadian, and which i will give total pride of place).
*i sipped a convivial cup of koffie verkeerd with rachel. it had been far too long.
*i booked a flight to england - to visit someone i love dearly - for the first week of march.
i desperately dislike flying, but the offer offered was too good to refuse. the travelling time (compared to boats and trains) was also too good to refuse, but i knock on wood as i say this, as the airline in question can have serious efficiency issues. i work at an airport. i know these things.
*i found a kitchen i like. perhaps this house will finally shed its plastic panelling and its holly-hobbie wallpaper.
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i did not update here enough, though.
this, hopefully, will be the first step in the right direction.
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