Well, now is what now is. It sure isn't yesterday, and it won't be tomorrow. So, now. That's how it is. hello, Gertrude Stein.
Gertrude Stein was a much overrated nonsensicalist. But she had some important concepts. What I liked best was her concept of everything being cyclical - I love circles and have painted many paintings of circles overlapping and intertwining colors.
Her idea was or seemed to be, that all of life is a circle. Repeating circles throughout history. Circles of planets too. A circle is a circle is a circle, I guess you could say, eh Gertie?
I wish more people followed this blog. Maybe someday they will read it, after I manage to publish a book or something.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
नोट गिविंग उप सिगारेत्तेस
Hello again blog-readers (2). Well I started smoking again after 8 days smokeless.
Getting along alright with "Q" - as long as I keep the upper hand with her. She tries to take over my life, after I invite her in she won't leave, etc.
Q, Q, Q! Part of my life already.
What else is there to report? I am feeling better - not depressed - and actually have been working on my poetry book for a change. I hope to have it finished by Jan. 2012 or sooner.
That's all for now, folks. Bedebedebede
Getting along alright with "Q" - as long as I keep the upper hand with her. She tries to take over my life, after I invite her in she won't leave, etc.
Q, Q, Q! Part of my life already.
What else is there to report? I am feeling better - not depressed - and actually have been working on my poetry book for a change. I hope to have it finished by Jan. 2012 or sooner.
That's all for now, folks. Bedebedebede
Monday, July 18, 2011
Giving up cigarettes
No one ever said it was going to be easy. But today I finally did - quit smoking. A pretty bad bronchitis drove me to it. I still have my e-cigarettes and my nicorette gum.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
"क्यू"
Lately my life is all about my neighbor, whom I'll call Q. I don't know why the title of this came out in another language, maybe Sanskrit or something, but I don't know how to change it so I'll just have to deal with it.
My neighbor is like a dill pickle. One pickle, okay. Too many pickles, not okay. Indigestion. Pickle (Q) wants to be around me all the time. Q always has an upset stomach or a headache or is too hot or has trouble walking. Q has a nasty little dog, which I'll say, to his credit, has never bitten me, but he has bitten her once or twice and also bit her mother frequently (the mother died in Dec. of last year, but not from a dog bite). The dog, in fact, seems to like me. Not so strange because every time I go over there I feed him crackers or something. One day I brought pork chops, which were too well done for Q, so he had a feast. I don't think he's forgotten that.
Q is a fine artist who has always painted on porcelain. I say, of all things, Q, why did you have to choose that? Imagine devoting your life to painting on porcelain! She says she used to make money at it once. Now she has all these lovely porcelain things that she can't get rid of. I offered to buy a painted clock for $20. That's about my limit.
The more I think about it, the more she is like a caricature. But then some of the finest people you'll ever meet are caricatures. Enough for now. I hope to write more about Q or something else tomorrow. Goodbye, all my fans (2).
My neighbor is like a dill pickle. One pickle, okay. Too many pickles, not okay. Indigestion. Pickle (Q) wants to be around me all the time. Q always has an upset stomach or a headache or is too hot or has trouble walking. Q has a nasty little dog, which I'll say, to his credit, has never bitten me, but he has bitten her once or twice and also bit her mother frequently (the mother died in Dec. of last year, but not from a dog bite). The dog, in fact, seems to like me. Not so strange because every time I go over there I feed him crackers or something. One day I brought pork chops, which were too well done for Q, so he had a feast. I don't think he's forgotten that.
Q is a fine artist who has always painted on porcelain. I say, of all things, Q, why did you have to choose that? Imagine devoting your life to painting on porcelain! She says she used to make money at it once. Now she has all these lovely porcelain things that she can't get rid of. I offered to buy a painted clock for $20. That's about my limit.
The more I think about it, the more she is like a caricature. But then some of the finest people you'll ever meet are caricatures. Enough for now. I hope to write more about Q or something else tomorrow. Goodbye, all my fans (2).
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