A few days ago I saw that I had a slightly flattened tire on my automobile. I took said automobile to the gas station at Main and Wm and put air in it. The air thingie didn't have one of those built-in pressure gauges (which are no doubt terribly inaccurate but Good Enough For Me call me a bad car steward fine that's fair) so I dug into my glove compartment and found that I did indeed have a tire gauge.
So I had the gauge in my pocket that night and took it out again the next day in case I needed it to re-check the tire, but the tire looked fine. It continues to look fine, but I continue putting it back into my pocket rather than back into the glove compartment. (Yes "glovebox" is shorter but I don't like "glovebox" or "glove box" as much.)
Having the tire pressure gauge in my pocket is good. Not quite a worry stone, but maybe sorta like that. A talisman more than a relic. A symbol (anything could be) and a comfort object. And a tire pressure gauge above all those.
And you can have this heart to break
"I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn't itch."
Sometimes, like just now, I realize it's odd I never saw any of many snapshots while they were still alive, while we were a family.
Your Glow is Pink
You exude love and compassion. You have a glow about you that is welcoming and uplifting.
Tracy was glad I could be in the work picture today, especially cuz I am wearing pink.
My old friend Steve could really rock a pink shirt.
I don't know who decided that, or when. I don't think it was Hallmark.
Among other daily poem feeds in April, I get one from Knopf, who provided this one today, from Mark Strand.
The sorrows of the rose were mounting up.
Twisted in a field of weeds, the helpless rose
felt the breeze of paradise just once, then died.
The children cried, “Oh rose, come back.
We love you, rose.” Then someone said that soon
they'd have another rose. “Come, my darlings,
down to the pond, lean over the edge and look
at yourselves looking up. Now do you see it,
its petals open, rising to the surface, turning into you?”
“Oh no,” they said. "We are what we are — nothing else."
How perfect. How ancient. How past repair.
It was on a concrete step, of all places. As I came back into the office.
Did it fall there?
Did it crawl there?
Snails say what? "Slow is okay"? "Good thing I have this shell"? Both?
Awaken. Get up. Go in.
The shiny happy nonutilitarian childlike goofy fun, of course hoorah, look what we do, but it's just all too cleaned up and nonugly in those pictures. There's beauty in the craggy ugly old ugly fat ugly misshapen ugly unkempt ugly possibly-insane colorful ugly, in the regularly attired people selling the newsletter of the homeless, in the curled up piece of food wrapper lodged in the corner of the pothole. She's just too fucking particular and tidy about her celebration. Some of her pictures shit yeah I love, but I also totally hate her.
that leaves 2 in each nest, doing well, sitting on the lip of the bowl with mamma
But it's not time yet.
Okay this isn't about no-socks outside in Springtime, but it is about barefootin':
I'm not old enough to remember the song from when it was a hit, but it stuck with me when I did hear it.
Last night I was talking to a 30-year-old who was born after I got a BA. And the math checks out.
The other cam nest, in Codorus State Park (I could tell you a funny story about warring lesbians on a pontoon boat there), has a more from-the-side angle. It has two babies too. There's still some eggshell off at the side.
I'm more emotionally attached to the Shepherdstown one, though. I went there to visit it.
There's sure plenty of fish to feed the little ones. Outta the Potomac. In big hunks awaiting distribution.
The film festival's next week. I might make a few screenings. Before that there's a documentary about women's lib, 1966–1971. I wanna get to that. On opening night of the fest, the last film, from 1969, is one long B&W shot of the people coming down the escalator out of the Pam Am building one day at 5:00 p.m. It's called Necrology, and I feel mesmerized already just thinking about it, though a little scared of the deadness reportedly in those faces, and how it will feel to take it in for 12 minutes. Quoth the critics:
"The film is one of the strongest and grimmest comments upon the contemporary society that cinema has produced." -- Jonas Mekas, The Village Voice
"Without doubt, the sickest joke I've ever seen on film." -- Hollis FramptonBut now, figuring out something for supper.
I'm an emergency Daily Box substitute today. That means doubling down on distractibility.
But look, here I am telling you about what I saw on Google news.
Deep breath, big sigh, back to it.
Below are today's questions, of which I got a whoppin' 4 right. How many do you know?
#3 I remembered because of a childhood geegaw (a little aluminum coin-type thingie with the player's picture on it, and his name just came to me today) (I spelled it wrong, but they don't count that against ya). #4 I just guessed right on, only sorta knowing who it might be from West Wing, and thinking he does seem to play politicians. And take lots of roles. Not Michael-Caine-lots, but lots.
The description of the character in #1 cracked me up.
1. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day. Thus ends what novel, in lines spoken by the story's vain, spoiled, shrewd, strong-willed, thrice-married heroine?
2. What term from music, derived from a Greek word for "song" or "tune", refers to a group of notes sung to a single syllable of text, normally including a primary note and ornamentation? Gregorian chants are an old example; more recent examples are basically anything by Whitney Houston or Mariah Carey.
3. Name the hurler, the winner of the National League Cy Young Award after the 1969, 1973, and 1975 seasons, who is the only member of the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York, whose plaque sports a New York Mets cap.
4. Name the actor who plays Senator Gil John Biggs in the TV series Alpha House, Congressman Scott Talley in the film The Campaign, Congressman Chuck Long in the film Evan Almighty, and Speaker of the House Glenallen Walken in the TV series The West Wing.
5. "I do not believe that the president loves America. He doesn't love you. And he doesn't love me. He wasn't brought up the way you were brought up and I was brought up, through love of this country." Who reportedly spoke these words, in reference to President Barack Obama, at a private group dinner featuring Wisconsin Gov. Scott Walker on February 18, 2015?
6. What name was shared by three English monarchs before the Norman Conquest (the Elder, the Martyr, and the Confessor) and by another eight English monarchs after the conquest?
So I'm gonna play with it a little more this week and see what I think. It's fluid. I can always transition back, and then switch again, and then switch again, if I want. But if I get on a roll in the new role, I'll stick with it for a few months, at least, cuz that's how long we'll be working on these next songs. And yeah, if I had to bet right now, I'd say I think I'm gonna try being a tenor. Cuz I can, and it'll be a mind fuck, and I won't have to sing any of those notes up there above C above middle C, or even that C, or even the B or the A.