Building layers of sound upon sounds into a sound sculpture.
I ate an almond biscotti masquerading as an Asian cookie that could not be more yellow. Come to think of it all the pastries in that bakery were canary yellow.
A little heavyhanded, no?
The unbearable lightness of air
In the last few days, walking into my room—
you wouldn’t know that outside, generous breezes are breathing life into trees at temperatures just mild and beautiful enough to galvanize the mom squads for their group morning run, babies in tow.
You wouldn’t know that by the smothering vat of hot air, sitting squat in my room, idly and obtusely.
I’d left my screenless window open days before. This ended up letting in a swarm of mosquitoes that branded me in the most vexing way possible so I had to shut it and it took another few days before I thought to open two other windows that are screened.
My brain sometimes processes actions in delayed sequences.
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I like the idea of moving air. Circulating from one pole to another. Enjoyment comes from a contrast, not stasis. Freud or some Buddhist said that. Or was it the guy who knitted the two schools of thought together.
Well yea, Freud, Buddhist, guy—being able to breathe again. Is nice.
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Breathing is kind of weird if I think about it for too long.
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I like how in late spring when the cherry blossoms have fallen and wind is rushing through them, you can visualize the contours of the wind. There aren’t many beautiful things to witness in my home suburb but this would sit there at the lonely top.
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Last night I slept with my bedside window open. The air at night smells different. Or maybe it’s the smell of the outside inside. But it didn’t smell like industrial dust, vespa fumes or the potpourri of aromas that usually hover over the city. It smelled like nature, unadulterated nature.
Maybe it’s just that the city smells also go to sleep.
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If you can see, feel, smell, and hear air—what if you gulped an endless stream of air. Could you gorge yourself full? I’ve no intentions to try this, but kindly try and let me know how it goes.
07.05.10
A brief history of John Baldessari
Today and maybe this week has been full of small-time, small-world coincidences, spheres I never would have thought to skewer through. Life unopaqued is kind of funny.
“It’s prolapse day”
I have never seen a prolapsed anything but I can no longer claim that after today. Imagine walking around with a strawberry pink tongue protruding out of your vagina. YEAH JUST IMAGINE THAT.
Goodnight.
Closing thoughts for the day:
1. For a children’s book with a moral about sharing ice cream, why would you make the protagonist look like a creepy, balding bespectacled middle-aged man reincarnated as an elephant. Just saying.
2. As an uncle, what does it mean when you select this book as a gift to your niece and nephew. Correct. There is no adequate defense for this.
3. Who invented singing? Do you think Neanderthals sang?
4. Who was the universe’s first dancer?
5. Tarantism. Frenetic dancing to prevent death, popularized centuries back in southern Italy. I’d like to meet the person who started this myth.
