I still like ZOMBIES...

How pirate/ninja of me!

Where I stand on Ivanka Trump --->

HUGE FAN.

Projection

I realize it's hideous behavior to toss out words like - "hate", "duplicitous", "cowards". It's fishy! I KNOW I could grab a mirror. Also, it's rather gruesome to be unimpressed with people who may or may not be carrying around guinea pigs or to smugly throw Glen Campbell under the bus.

Anyway.

There are at least SEVEN things that I adore about New York.

And I'm learning day by day how to embrace a better bitter optimism.

So, if you would kindly excuse me my little "moment" there...

I will try to quietly focus all of my forthcoming, bit-lipped, fury on these two ===>

I Hate New York

New York = Duplicitous Cowards

(Edit to clarify---> I'm looking straight at you MTA guy from last night.)

and money

(A $40.00 cab ride?)

YOU WIN!!!


I should have moved a long time ago.

BARF-CITY



Regardless... For the sake of my own amusement - I will share with myself another dream ---> for the records.

I was in a bookstore. It seemed very much like the Union Square - Barnes and Noble.
Real time, as usual. I found some very beautiful Special Edition hardbacks. Compilations of all great childhood classics. Stunning.

I noticed, incidentally, a girl walking around with a Guinea Pig under her arm.



No big deal. I wasn't impressed or surprised.

Real time. Still perusing.

I, incidentally, noticed three more random people with Guinea Pigs.







Curiouser... and curiouser. But, I still didn't care.

Until.

I saw a Guinea Pig stranded on a table, near checkout.

I went to help him, in case he fell. I was worried that he was just left alone. Small, sweet, dumb, alone, on a table.

When I went to pick him up...

It turned.



It was horrifying.

It was painful.

It was Real Time.

That Guinea Pig was going to kill me.

God. Help. Me.

I was ripped to shreds by this animal.

To the tune of ---> Classical Gas.



Thanks.

Of all the versions...it was Glenn Campbell's in my dream.




Edit to note:
"To see a guinea pig in your dream, represents your need to be more responsible and attentive. Alternatively, it suggests that through experimentation and taking risks, you learn how and how not to do something." (some online dream dictionary)

One of these is true. I mean I was really, really, really into those children's books.

I'm here for this --->

I'm truly, truly sorry if you can't "get through" it.



Love,
Someone who has had ZERO success in being a woman, and remarkably LESS success in being a bitch, an immigrant, or an African American.

Please. PLEASE. PLEEEEEEEEASE --->

NO MORE FROLICKING IN THE SURF WITHOUT WEARING THIS:

Never discuss politics. Just toss out light thoughts on the weather.

I finally, understand this idea.

I feel like some kind of grumpy, old, prejudiced, bastard.

If you haven't been doing your homework - I'll know.

And I'll JUDGE you.


This is not an exciting race.

This is f*#@ing serious.

When We Aren't Playing Scrabble...

Schnabel: I've been living with a lot of negativity for the past 15 years, but it never impacted on my work, or my way of working. It's like a rhinoceros with birds shitting on its back. It stopped me getting comfortable but it never worried me.

A. Randall: Nothing like a bathrobe. Did I tell you about my dream that I had twins, but they were Mexican, and some sort of Skink? You know, that kind with a head the same as it's tail?

Schnabel: I dream about art, and images come to me in dreams. I am definitely hoping to be in touch with my subconscious. I expect a call any minute.

A. Randall: Ring...Ring... Just kidding. Yeah. Not funny. At all. Forget it. Hey, can I borrow another bathrobe? This one's a little grubby.


A. Randall: Much better!

Schnabel: Some people must go to extremes to get the world in balance for themselves. Some can't bear bright lights, so wherever they go they search for the dark; they turn the lights down, anything to sustain some level of comfort.

A. Randall: Oh! Wow! Is that a "Monk style"? Uni-dyed, single ply, extra large hood, full length, 2 patch pockets, adjustable sleeve length with turn back cuffs, wide self fabric belt, 5 pounder?

Schnabel: Jealous?

A. Randall: Ahahhahhhahahahahhahahhahhaaaaahhahhaha! Heeeehehehhhhhhhehackhackhack-hack...


A. Randall: This is nice. We match. Well, not really...but we complement each other. Do you ever wonder what it's like to just blend in?

Schnabel: I paint paintings because I can't get the experience in any other way but there are many more experiences that are equally satisfying to me and equally inept at answering all my questions, but hover in exactitude in describing themselves and defying me to define their logic.

A. Randall: Hmmm. Yeah. What was the question?

Schnabel: It's a great excuse and luxury, having a job and blaming it for your inability to do your own art. When you don't have to work, you are left with the horror of facing your own lack of imagination and your own emptiness. A devastating possibility when finally time is your own.

A. Randall: I've totally memorized all of the two-letter words! Are you proud?! Look: Ro; noun- an artificial language for international use that rejects all existing words and is based instead on an abstract analysis of ideas. Ti; noun- a drink with jam and bread. Re; noun- a shortened form of retard.



A. Randall: Throw it!!! Over here! Pass! Oh yeah, you never did ask me who I was voting for.

It's Simply Not THAT Bad.

Edit: But this is better.

Patterson Bear -

I really have very little idea about this or what it stands for...

BUT ---->

It is certainly the most adorable creature I have ever laid eyes on.

The Norwegian Steinbeck - Knut Hamsun. (And Where We Take Another Look At Whistling)

Alice In Wonderland(1865) will always be my favorite book. Flaws and all *. The Annotated Alice(1960) - my most valued.


Konrad Lorenz, despite personal socio-political missteps, has grabbed my very insides with his work - particularly King Solomon's Ring.(1949)


"The competition between human beings destroys with cold and diabolic brutality..." (Civilized Man's Eight Deadly Sins, page 45)

You can read many, many books in your lifetime. Most are good for the purpose of passing time. And that is a generous and kind "good", to be sure. But there are a very few, even from beloved and unmatchable writers, that stick to your gut and elevate the very truth of your own, claimed life.

Books written that live as you have lived them.

There's a visceral incarnation which indeed transcends time and space. You, yourself, know this world. You know it. It's era is incidental, as is it's peculiar context.

There is something in everything Steinbeck writes, without fail, that brings me to a core place.

East of Eden(1952), expressly, is more familiar to me than any of my own waking days... checked off, and fully lived.

I had read Knut Hamsun before - Hunger(1890)- and it did touch me... to a point. I hadn't made the connection to Steinbeck, however, before Growth Of The Soil (1920).

(Hamsun had eerily similar socio-poltical missteps congruent with Lorenz. Both men were loosely, unfortunately, momentarily, and wrongly marked as Nazi sympathizers.)



Knut- The Norwegian Steinbeck. Who'd have thought?

(Knut's first published novel preceded Steinbeck's by nine years...so perhaps, Steinbeck is the American Hamsun.)

Growth Of The Soil, I dare say, is the most perfect novel I have ever read. It is simple. It is hilarious. It is timeless in it's insight. Perfect.

So - it tips into first place. It beats East of Eden. It completely beats Alice.
(I easily distinguish perfect from favorite.)

A beautiful passage from Book Two:

Growth of the Soil By Knut Hamsun: ""
Growth of the Soil By Knut Hamsun: ""
Growth of the Soil By Knut Hamsun: ""
Growth of the Soil By Knut Hamsun: ""
Growth of the Soil By Knut Hamsun: ""
Growth of the Soil By Knut Hamsun: ""

* The flaws of Alice are matters of taste, and to my mind they are precisely those which make delightful - "The terrible mixture of suffering and cruelty and rudeness and false logic and traps for the innocent." (Collected Papers of Bertrand Russell, 521-529) The unresolved cruelty and nonsense, and Alice's struggles to adapt and learn from them, are also what I (we) love.

If this isn't TRUE LOVE -

It doesn't matter.

IT IS.

Dave is IN LOVE with Martha.

Martha is IN LOVE with Dave.

MAKE IT HAPPEN GUYS.

I believe!

Cousins?

Do I actually have some kick-ass cowboy cousins out there somewhere?!

In The Heights!

Left Brain? Right Brain?

Maybe you've seen this!

But. I could watch it forever.

(And I will.)

If you see her spinning clockwise, you are more right-brained.

If you see her spinning counterclockwise...more left-brained.

You can control it yourself, switching her rotation back and forth using a touch of interruption.

Switch focus...sinusoidal projection.

Here's what you won't find me doing:

Pretending NOT to be excited about The Return Of Jezebel James.

If it's 1/16th as good as Two And A Half Men*, I'll still be glued.


* Two And A Half Men is RAWTHER bad.

Sweet Dreams!

Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was teaching Dr. Phil how to kayak.


Last night, I dreamed that I was a guest on Tyra. I was there as an expert on stress disorders. After the show, we ate in her cafeteria and I was too short to reach any of the food because it was designed for super-tall people. I was also dismayed by how dirty and gross the food was.


I'll bet tonight I go gun shopping with Martha or something.

When Hillary Looks In The Mirror, What Does She See?