Archive for the ‘The sun has gone to bed.’ Category

Once More Into the Breach, Dear Friends

September 11, 2012

Sleepy at Musee Rodin.

For KC: I forgot that last night, I was at the house of either Margaret Atwood or Maya Angelou (though my version was a wispy thing) and she made me stand up and read a poem, five pages long, in front of our poetry class, which was seated outside at a picnic table.  The wind was blowing something fierce, as southerners in books would say, and the pages kept flying out of my hands, and I would have to snatch them up and rearrange them.  Bizarrely some pages included were just visual aids, and though I thought I would knock it out the park, I stumbled all over the words, the only one of which I pronounced with any confidence being tznius.

The Twice-Born Blues

August 27, 2012

File Under: There are two kinds of people in this world…

“The last lecture was a painful one, dealing as it did with evil as a pervasive element of the world we live in.  at the close of it we were brought into full view of the contrast between the two ways of looking at life which are characteristic respectively of what we called the healthy-minded, who need to be born only once, and of the sick souls, who must be twice-born in order to be happy.  The result is two different conceptions of the universe of our experience.  In the religion of the once-born the world is a sort of rectilinear or one-storied affair, whose accounts are kept in one denomination, whose parts have just the values which naturally they appear to have, and of which a simple algebraic sum of pluses and minuses will give the total worth.  Happiness and religious peace consist in living on the plus side of the account.  In the religion of the twice-born, on the other hand, the world is a double-storied mystery.  Peace cannot be reached by the simple addition of pluses and elimination of minuses from life.  Natural good is not simply insufficient in amount and transient, there lurks a falsity in its very being.  Cancelled as it all is by death if not by earlier enemies, it gives no final balance, and can never be the thing intended for our lasting worship.  It keeps us from our real good, rather; and renunciation and despair of it are our first step in the direction of the truth.  There are two lives, the natural and the spiritual, and we must lose the one before we can participate in the other.”

— Henry James, Varieties of Religious Experience (henceforth to be known as VORE)

PS It would be funny to do a Cosmo-style quiz that answered the question as to whether one was once or twice born, the supportive, twee-toned summary of one’s personality and all!

How I Feel Today

August 21, 2012

Sleeping. In a shoe.

Half bottle of wine + 7,500 calories + a fitful sleep = really, really not cool.

WHATEVER WEDNESDAYS PART A MILLION

August 15, 2012

For my PhD application:

“And here religion comes to the rescue and takes our fate into her hands.  There is a state of mind, known to religious men, but to no others, in which the will to assert ourselves and hold our own has been displaced by a willingness to close our mouths and be as nothing in the floods and waterspouts of God.  In this state of mind, what we most dreaded has become the habitation of our safety, and the hour of our moral death has turned into our spiritual birthday.  The time for tension in our soul is over, and that of happy relaxation, of calm deep breathing, of an eternal present, with no discordant future to be anxious about, has arrived.  Fear is not held in abeyance as it is by mere morality, it is positively expunged and washed away.”

Thanks, WJ.  I do feel better now.

(Varieties of Religious Experience)

Friday

June 15, 2012

This weekend I’m off to a SHARK FISHING COMPETITION in Montauk, which I will be covering for Gothamist.com.

In the meantime, he is Maurice Sendak’s contact information, in case he can emerge from the underworld to pick up his mail:

Phone: 203-438-6771

Email: krakenman@aol.com

Address: 200 Chestnut Hill Road

Ridgefield, CT 06877

TO DO LIST

June 11, 2012

1. Update to do list

Gnight!

No, I’M Banksy!

Random Things

April 15, 2012

It could be worse.  Your Sunday Blues could be so bad that you teared up during an Internet video about a little kid who made his own arcade out of cardboard and erected it in his father’s East Los Angeles auto parts store.

Or you could have resorted to posting vaguely melancholic drawings of a child’s feet in a hospital bed.

Apparently I'm obsessed with Mia Nolting.

OR you could have found this quote from a New Yorker article about the new, modernized Mecca LOL hilar:

“I received a text message confirming that a[n animal] sacrifice had been made on my behalf.”  (“Modern Mecca” by Basharat Peer)

Although the last thing has nothing to do with Sunday blues, per se…

Good Night, Baltimore!

April 13, 2012

Pretty soon, we will ARRIVE!

From a recent Wall Street Journal article about John Waters, sent to me by my indefatigably hilarious father:

“When I was young there were beatniks. Hippies. Punks. Gangsters. Now you’re a hacktivist. Which I would probably be if I was 20. Shuttin’ down MasterCard. But there’s no look to that lifestyle! Besides just wearing a bad outfit with bad posture. Has WikiLeaks caused a look? No! I’m mad about that. If your kid comes out of the bedroom and says he just shut down the government, it seems to me he should at least have an outfit for that. Get a look! I’m not judging what they do; I hope they don’t shut me down.”

So, John, when KM and I make it to Baltimore, and the three of us are throwing back shots of Wild Turkey, I will ask you to make a sketch of a WikiLeaks army member uniform.  xoxoxo!

 

Blue Baby

April 10, 2012

 

That is all.

Sunday Evening Blues

April 2, 2012

... perhaps would be alleviated if I were sleeping here.