Gray trousers, boots and my vintage Woolrich 'CPO' coat, gray green plaid, heavy, warm, paired with black wool army/navy gloves. 15 whole degrees today and sunny- disheartening as I am a bit desperate for spring. I walked down to the lake to catch some crests coming in out of the north, the sky illuminated by the milky February sun. A lenticular grouping of clouds hover; first cirrus then cirrocumulus, creating an odd mackerel sky event. Obliquely observed parallel lines appear to converge and meet at once opaque changing to frozen and matte. A prussian blue sky at exactly 4:18 p.m., corrupted pigments of dark gray infected with a glass like green. I close my eyes connecting meridians.
11:13 PM :
I look so sleepy this morning, warm, slightly confused and heavy headed from too much slumber. I have green eyes like my father. It's Saturday morning, sunny but cold, a morning served with coffee, a shower, a shave, boxer shorts and eventually jeans and a t-shirt.
10:11 AM :
Friday, February 09, 2001
Art...is the most beautiful of all lies
Claude Debussy Antidilettante 1917
Fable is art's patrimony, an inexhaustible wellspring of ingenious ideas, joyous images. interesting subjects, allegories and emblems...in myth everything is alive, everything breathes the breath of an enchanted world, one in which symbols have bodily form, where matter takes on life
Chevalier de Jancourt, Encylop�die 1751-1765
10:08 PM :
Marlys is cool cause she knows that orange marshmellow 'peanuts' are gross especially when they have been sitting in a bowl so long they have dust on them but your Mom forces you to eat them anyway because some old person gave them to you.
9:39 PM :
Thursday, February 08, 2001
I adore any museum that offers a membership in a bubble pack.
12:31 PM :
Wednesday, February 07, 2001
Inspired by Jonno's Diane Arbus post. The immortal words of F. Scott Fitzgerald, a passage from book one of The Beautiful and Damned A Connoisseur of Kisses. The devastatingly beautiful portrayal of excesses. (sigh*)
The growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third-before long the best lines cancel out-and the secret is exposed at last; the planes of the pictures have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint and paint, we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping that such fatuous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true"
9:09 PM :
Damn! My muse escapes me today! Possible names for muse: Ethel Mertz, Julie Newmar, Hulk Hogan, Mr.T, Richie Dagger, Jake Tanner, Xuxa. Inform? Entertain? Annoy! I'm serving up a hot blue plate special with plenty o' coffee and plenty o' clunkers to soothe achey brains. Unadulterated, unedited and slathered with delicious lo-cal graavy! Fueling cubicle chatter everywhere! Did you hear the one about the stoned babysitter that cooked a baby? Did a youngster 'really' tell BOZO to cram it after losing one of the shows contests? Was The first episode of Joanie Loves Chachi the highest rated American program in the history of Korean television because "chachi" is Korean for 'penis'. Is Actress Susan Lucci really the daughter of comedienne Phyllis Diller. Did a A 1997 episode of Pokemon cause epileptic seizures in some young viewers. Turn your office into a Bonfire of Urban Legends Burn baby burn!
10:15 AM :
Tuesday, February 06, 2001
Some essential oils you can't put directly on your skin, so I put them on my scalp, and when my head heats up it acts like a ceramic ring around a light bulb, and the scent fills the room. Sandra Bernhard
Dinner in the valley at Mezzo Mondo. This chick walks into the restaurant. She arrives giving up major 'face' and 'hair', a vinyl red platform, titties pushed up to the max, with an older guy- long hair and a low heel demi cowboy boot. In the course of five minutes at the bar, this broad has given up more faces than Madame Tussaud's wax museum. One minutes she's Edith Piaf, the next Bette Davis. She is a perpetual motion machine, mugging, bouncing, pouting, gesticulating madly. This guy is riveted: their wine glasses intertwine for a romantic toast. Sandra Bernhard
9:17 PM :
Aren't we coming up on the Vodou festival of Mange t�t dlo? My brain hurts today, too much to think about, too much to read, I am drawing a 'Lady Bath' for luck in love and money matters: 1 gallon of spring water, 3 bunches of basil, 7 bell peppers, pinch of zo deavan powder, baume du commandeur, tincture of benzoin, florida water, sweet oranges and about a bazillion 'Hail Mary's'. Ahhhhh chanting and soaking.....
Who knew Spam could be so much fun? I once received an unsolicited e-mail titled 'National Teenage Blow Job Championships', I was instantly repulsed then thought, wow, what a great name for an indy band.
9:14 PM :
Monday, February 05, 2001
French historian Fernand Braudel called the history of civilizations 'the history of continual mutual borrowings over many centuries'. I'm borrowing his quote
10:51 PM :
Letters From London / Eastenders Updates.
We're having a nightmare day here in London because the tubes are on strike - it took me 2 and 1/2 hours to get in to the office this morning, other colleagues had to walk, etc. etc! However, apart from that we're all fine. Drama's continue in Eastenders with Pauline battling for custody of Sonia and Martin's baby. In addition Nik Cotton's lying paralysed in bed after falling (or was he pushed by Mark???) from a bridge. OK, must go and start the (what only promises to be long!) journey home. Hope you're well, looking forward to visit soon!
10:37 PM :
Fade to black, wandering around Paris one rainy evening, la chanson sentimentale is floating out of a small caf�. Somehow the joyous and amorous music lifts your spirits. Flashback, Piaf, cigarette smoke, a lovely kiss from Johnny, tu n'est pas un ange; Prev�rt, Desnos, Tanguay, Aragon, Breton! Lights oh so many lights, and dizzying rounds of cocktails, the happiness, the boys! Paris Combo is playing a lovely flamenco, exotic Belle du Berry singing; Nous sommes tous n�s d'amour dans de vieux pays (We are born of love in old countries)...Alors tapons-nous sur le nez �a les fait toujours rigoler (So, lets hit each other on the nose, that always makes them laugh!) The absurdity of the French, you roar with laughter, light a cigarette, performing a cha cha in the street, knowing that Paris Combo is a fantastique, hip band of the moment. Pop flamenco retro cabaret, combined with fresh modern swing, Django Rheinhardt riffs, gypsy guitar backing playful 'song poems' that speak to the elegance of a modern life.
10:15 AM :
Sunday, February 04, 2001
La vida es sue�o y sue�o de sue�o...
(life is a dream, and a dream of a dream...)... Calder�
9:52 PM :
