overthinking as performance art
I revisited some of my old stomping grounds. Here, at sunset.
Sorry about that last toot. Looking through dating profiles puts me in a snarky mood because they're so bad and ridiculous and depressing. HELLO! I am not dating your STEAK!
Actually, I'm sort of thankful for bad profiles because they making sifting through them so much faster. In the meantime, the mood they put me in is somewhere between *you've got to be fucking kidding* and *defeated sigh*.
Add to the list of instant dating-profile dealbreakers: mention of spirit animals. 🙄
your books, you do give them away, right?
give people you care about books you care about, as often as you can.
I woke up. I have stuff to do, but nowhere to go except on my walk. This hasn't happened in *months*. Home, from one end of the day until the other! It's like looking out upon the wide expanse of the ocean, incomprehensibly vast. It's... it's... I need more coffee.
Rain and lightening swooping through my little town. Either those were the two biggest thunder bombs I have ever heard and felt, or else the Tribe has upped their fireworks game. Holy fuuuuuck!
The only improvement to this album would be to play it softly while lying on the grass* just in the shade, watching the clouds, and listening to the summer breeze rustle all the leaves...
*hypo-allergenic grass 😉 I swear I got a reaction just writing this.
#LoveSpiralsDownwards “Illusory Me” from Idylls (2007)
Today this came to mind:
“We’re dancing softly to the songs
that may just save us from our doom
Summer gardens are the scene
as we fall into them and loom”
#Iris “Loom”, Disconnect (2000)
https://youtu.be/G4dGT8FD6Q8
For some reason, Disconnect is not available, except on discogs. “Reconnect” is missing songs, and I don’t prefer it, simply because Disconnect is a *perfect* album. I made a decent playlist, all the songs, not all my favorite mixes. Pretty damn close. Ask me, I’ll link you.
The one brilliant thing that happened in this colossally shitty week (brilliant like a shooting star, but brilliant).
The bamboo in the front is getting regular water as the tender shoots reach for their full height. I bought a new oscillating sprinkler because the plastic fitting on the cheap one that was left here snapped off. This one is nice and heavy, with fully adjustable oscillation control, and a BRASS FITTING.
I'm slowly thinning the fruit from the quince tree because it tries to ripen everything.
Goumis are still abundant, and I can't keep up. Where are the cedar waxwings this year?
"Cool, could you poke it and tell us what it's like? Does it squish?"
I love slime mold people. 😆
My house feels homey finally now that I’ve ensconced Mr. Natural in his rightful place.
My father was a Crumb fan, and this comic was framed and placed on the windowsill above the sink. I never lived with my father for very long, but I always loved* grunting alongside Mr. Natural as the pile of dishes diminished. It was a pleasant memory.
*Well. Anyway...
Now, I’ve printed and framed a copy to keep me company in my house:
“Mr. Natural Does the Dishes” by Robert #Crumb, October 1971
I get annoyed when the eyesroll emoji disappears from my "frequently used" cache.
garden is a mood
Article: America's favorite cherry was named after Ah Bing, a Chinese immigrant:
https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/bing-cherry?utm_medium=atlas-page&utm
Remembering the days long, long ago when we had to open a bandaid wrapper by pulling a red string. Time and again, it failed, but we had to make it work, which it did on occasion. Life was hard in those days. You kids need to appreciate how easy you have it.
On one hand,
When shit happens to me that forces me to painfully re-examine myself and how I might be right or wrong, I think, “This is good for me,” and then I let more and more shit bury me ever deeper. “This is good for me.”
On the other hand,
When I am rock bottom in my deepest depths of hopelessness, and I think, “This is good for me,” it’s a lifeline. I’ve only recently begun to appreciate how true this has been for me.
It’s a thought akin to another... but another time, not now.
Accusing someone of needing to get the last word in is getting the last word in.
My instructor took my key to the tool shack and gave it to some boorish guy who might need it more than I. <pout> <whine> <grump>
I've been unmoted.
