in preparation for spring

clean floors
find out what's happening with the backyard
rearrange furniture/junk in livingroom
morning cocktails with bf (Saturday only)
keep looking for large print file coffee table
consider industrial shelving
ukulele jam session
large-format logic tables
contemplate new paint job
move the TV

it's fun when something doesn't have to be everything because it just makes you notice everything

I know this feeling very well—even now, I have been experiencing it lately: everything seems to be ready for writing—for fulfilling my earthly duty, what's missing is the urge to believe in myself, the belief in the importance of my task, I'm lacking the energy of delusion; an earthly, spontaneous energy that's impossible to invent. And it's impossible to begin without it.

yes, I am

There's a ladder perched over the sidewalk in front of the cafe I eat at every morning. And there may be folks working on the roof but there's no sound. And I can't help but think it's an art piece that's monitoring how superstitious we are.

my new kitty

well, not yet. But isn't she pretty?

circumventing

I'm sure it has something to do with narcissistic concerns about originality, and the overabundance of information limited by a paucity of pathways, but I guess I always assume that pointing to other things is obvious. That what we've seen isn't all that different from what anyone else has seen, so why bother saying "look!" which is basically just "yeah, I saw that too". But I guess the attempt to color things (or focus on the paint) by sharing only subjective versions is kinda pretentious because, really, that's all we're capable of, so pointing itself is subjective (which maybe means we should stop making fun of dogs for looking at fingers when people are gesturing). In any case...



and yes, it's for you.