i like: waves, wine, adventure! visitors. traveling. hotels. water. baths. farmers markets. fall breezes. spicy things. being inverted. ellipses. oatmeal with flaxseed for breakfast. food. kitties! lizards. quotations. haikus. tea. coffee. good conversation. direct language. relaxing. push-ups. dancing. sore hips. reading. washing dishes. lemongrass. earrings. lower case letters. the word, 'remedy.' college football (go dawgs!). reminiscing, especially at the inspiration of a scent. exercising my brain via ever-frustrating postmodern theory. big sunglasses and shoes. chocolate. sunshine. toothpicks. minimalism.
Arthur Cravan, "confidence man - sailor in the Pacific - muleteer - orange-picker in California - snake-charmer - hotel thief - nephew of Oscar Wilde - lumberjack - ex-boxing champion of France - grandson of the Queen's Chancellor [of England] - chauffeur in Berlin - etc."
and, this realization:
"We are sometimes told to 'look into our hearts and write.' But that is not looking deep enough...One must look into the cerebral cortex, the nervous system, and the digestive tracts." --T.S. Eliot
is therapy (almost as much as exercise and dancing are).
current mood faves: carla thomas, mary wells, ruby johnson, otis redding, aretha franklin, the blossoms, ann sexton, kim weston....yes
metric
del
the flaming lips
built to spill
In the Mood for Love. 2046.
makes staying in a hotel feel even more indulgent.
mishima! (thanks, d)
"You great star, what would your happiness be had you not those for whom you shine?"
--Nietzsche
"Everything here is the path of a responding that examines as it listens. Any path always risks going astray, leading astray. To follow such paths takes practice in going. Practice needs craft. Stay on the path, in genuine need, and learn the craft of thinking, unswerving, yet erring."
--Heidegger
the people who wrote this:
"I have inherited from the dadaists and the surrealists a wariness concerning technological society – its grayness, uniformity, and boredom. Like the horsemen of the apocalypse I know the yearning for a completely different world, a paradise which can – and should – be realized. I take my fantastic constructions from utopia but want to integrate them into realizable projects. I refuse to banish the dream and boil down the real to what is currently achievable. In moments of bombast and, perhaps, desperation I claim for myself that supreme disposition of children and saints: hopefulness that others will respond with concern to that which stands before them.
Long live the ephemeral!"
--g.w. & ??
"...those wild flies refuse to give up the idea that life is at its most beautiful in gloriously rancid, decomposing blood..."
--Bohumil Hrabal from Too Loud A Solitude
the 'soundtrack' along mission st.