|KHftCEA 2000-07.1 July|
KHftCEA 2000-07.1 July
"My grandfather was a painter ... was looking at me and he said "Harry, there are two kinds of tired, there's good-tired, and there's bad-tired. Ironically enough, bad-tired can be a day that you won. But you won other people's battles, you lived other people's days, other peoples agendas, other people's dreams - and when it was all over there was very little "you" in there, and when you hit the hay at night, somehow you toss and turn, you don't settle easy. Good-tired, ironically enough, can be a day that you lost. But you don't have to tell yourself, because you knew you fought your battles, you chased your dreams, you lived your days, and when you hit the hay at night, you settle easy - you sleep the sleep of the just, and you can say "take me away". Now, Harry, all my life I've painted... God I would've loved to be more successful, but I have painted and I have painted, and I am good-tired, and they can take me away."
--from Harry Chapin's Gold Medal collection
Looking over the mundane diary, I realize that some recent events seem distant, and vice versa. In terms of my memory, life isn't as linear as I would have thought. Still, being able to review is a wonderful thing- a month is plenty of time-- a fraction of my life, but if I pay attention it's not time lost. At the end of the day I can look back, and relish all that I was; all that I am. (Later I think of it as "allowing each day to leave a footprint that I can later review"-- like that terrible footprints in the sand thing, but without jesus.)
I made the Mortality Guide this month's Ramble...
--describing the sophisticated two step animation of the horse in Mario Party 2 with Ivan + Kayla, 00-7-4
I wonder if we'll start naming big fires like we do storms. Maybe not, since fires don't travel to different areas and so are easier to name by place.
And remember: you're not just another year older, you're... well, let's just leave it at the older.
--Note to Dylan on his birthday
"I'm just curious about how one goes from making tapes for one person to marriage proposals to another in two days. Fair enough?"
"I'm just sick of thinking about it all the time."
"This stuff. Love and marriage. I want to think about something else."
"I've changed my mind. That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. I do. I will."
"Shut up. I'm only trying to explain."
"Sorry. Carry on."
--Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity"
The thing is, a lot of guys *would* see that as romantic. When somethings crucial to you, you don't want to think about it all the time. Like breathing or having food on the table.
"DAMN! You don't get kissed like THAT in prison!"
With every passing hour, our solar system comes forty-three thousand miles closer to globular cluster M13 in the constellation Hercules, and still there are some misfits who continue to insist that there is no such thing as progress.
--Pegasus Publishing Bumpersticker
Unrequited love is way underated. It's kind of like smoking. Ultimately it's bad for you, especially in the long term. Both are bad for your health, make you "smell" worse to others, and cause you to pick up annoying repetitive habits, whether it's constantly wanting something in your mouth (smoking) or anxiously checking e-mail (unrequited love). But on the other hand, both have a certain glamour, give us something to do with ourselves, and have a huge deserved mystique and romantic history behind them. Smoking gets you outside where as otherwise you might stick yourself in the office all day, unrequited love gets you to write amusing bon mots where as otherwise you might write nothing but pedestrian e-mail.
I hope fox starts "a room with a bunch of knives and a pile of money"
--firstname.lastname@example.org [on the recent bout of voyeuristic/big money competition shows]