I've been listening to Brokeback , Tortoise, Beck, Handsome Boy Modeling School, Mogwai, and my friend David Fox's new disc, soon to be available from Ion Records. I'll type more about his music in the future.
Today I was in Boston playing pool and skee ball at a giant arcade-bar-Keno-greasy-spoon-dive. It was in Charlestown, actually, and chock full of townies, high school students and trashy women looking to pick up dates. Unfortunately, I neglected to bring my camera. It's too bad, too, because the guy working the front register had one hell of a mullet. Impressive. I mean, Yowza! The place was a wicked huge warehouse, and while I was inside I forgot about daylight. Boston looked great, moving and shaking with the usual midweek spring-time traffic and construction. They just don't know how to build cities out west, I tell you. Now that I'm a worldy gentleman, I can say these sorts of things.
While we're on the subject, what the fuck am I doing? What's the plan, kiddo? I love visiting and staying with my wonderful generous friends--I wish I could travel around forever. Who doesn't? But I'm poor. And who isn't? I have friends and family, small accomplishments and possessions to keep me happy.... I'm in control, and very stable. No mistakes, no regrets. Believe you me. And boy, do I know a lot of stuff. I know about the English language, and music, and drama, and Fine Literature, and physics, and comedy, and photography, and love. I know so much, in fact, that sometimes I just sit around and feel superior to people. Even people that I'm close to. I'll read some of a friend's prose, or listen to an original song, and I'll actually sit and take a moment of pride in the fact that I know I can do better. I disgust myself. Because I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING. I HAVE LITTLE OR NOTHING TO SHOW FOR ALL OF THESE SMARTS AND TRAVELS. I have words and some pretty pictures. But I want to do something large.
Today, I received the following message from a man named Jeffery Barbee Bernhard, as submitted to the to the Reverse page of the Project Omni site:
i work as a equities trader on the stock exchange in ny. this is the funniest site on the net. we, the traders cannot believe the talent put into this site and this guy could be designing web sites for a major company and this is what he puts his talents toward. the traders and i read this story during the crash today and laughed so hard we cried. we would like to donate a large bread truck or old military vehicle to you so you guys can come back together for a reunion...
Finally, the Omni crashes into Wall Street.
You better believe it, baby: we're going corporate.
12:33 AM |
Coffee and Crayons.
It's a Friday Morning with fine weather and I took a drive downtown and visited the post office and bought a cup of coffee and drove back. The cozy main street area of Plymouth has shops and pretty historic buidings and a big cemetary, and a rather large stone church, one of the oldest in the country. This church has a small marquee in front of it, and every couple of weeks the message changes. Today it read:
We are like plants who have the one choice to be in or out of the light.
That got me thinking the usual thoughts that I think when I see an overtly Christian statement, but then I started to get curious about the specifics of Christian doctrine. Is it necessary to make a formal declaration of belief and faith in Christ in order to be Christian? Is it possible to enter heaven without ever praying to God or Jesus? Perhaps individual sects would respond differently to these questions. If I'm living the life a good Christian might live, full of selfless giving, good works, and moral behavior, will I be saved? Christianity and mysticism don't seem to mix well; western religions generally require awe of great forces, all or nothing. But I wonder if undying faith in the power of life, in the breadth of the world around us, and in goodness itself qualifies as "light" in the passage above. I at least ought to know the Catholic position on this stuff. If anyone can offer a response or suggest a place to look, please let me know. Does a Christian have to actively love Christ? Is it impossible to follow the teachings without knowing the teacher? Questions.
I know that Constructor has been blogged like crazy in the past couple of weeks, but I can't resist, because it's dope beyond belief. I had no idea that web sites could do stuff like this. I can't even figure out how to animate my own constructions, but I'm perfectly satisfied playing with the pre-fabbed creatures. And the Soda Homepage itself has the coolest navigation menu I have ever seen, with its crazy circular orbits. Wow.
I'll be listening to My Bloody Valentine for a long, long time.
12:24 PM |