unlike worms
unlike wild fermentations
unlike loneliness
to-do lists don't do themselves.
It is rare these days, but today while waiting for my laundry at the mat, i visited four out of the other five establishments in the strip-mall, purchasing items at each place, including some whiskey for cider toddies (it is, after-all, the first snow of the year), and developing three canisters of film at stupid walgreens.
When will i learn to first develop ONLY the contact sheets and not waste money on all the prints of my horrid attempts at photography, dear me!
Needless to say, by the time the clothes were done, all my money had magically disappeared.
At least i have some fun music to spin tonight, including: Moody Blues "days of future passed," an all-time favorite, Swedish music of the Stockholm Philharmonic Orchestra, and the soundtrack to Jodorowsky's "El Topo"!!!. I was rather conservative NOT to buy three Simon & Garfunkel records that i love and a bunch of weird no-name records from the 70's that were almost too nasty/absurd-looking to pass up. almost.
oh and another book that will sadly just have to put it's name on the list and get in line. I cannot resist checking out these used-book stores that open up. Especially when they are operated by extremely introverted people who hide cleverly from their customers and speak in teeny tiny voices behind eNOURmous glasses. That's what i call choosing the right profession.
signing off to this tune...
"Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?"
had some extra time.
so i used it trying to think of what i could say.
darn it, then.
Though at times annoying, i do recall with a comforting nostalgia the "Proverb of the day" that my mom would have us read, each morning, before school.
reflection is priceless.
in one bowl sits
the triumvirate, called to action.
Symbols for ultimate balance of authority:
avocado, salt, pepper.
And some morning I'll see the tail end of a cats' quick-sprint across the lawn;
But it will feel like the moment when i am about to leave and i catch my reflection in a window, recognizing that signature, familial expression of people i know. concozco pues, con la persona soy; la gente soy y yo. concozco pues conmigo misma.
In order to practice more often this activity of writing and extending the creative process; i hereby dedicate this first complete thought to my dad, who always has feedback on my writings, and from whom I anticipate more writing poured forth. end of thought.
There is a place where all plastic pumpkins squat on shiny floors; where all season flowers and stalks are made laminate-plastic or papery-plastic; where the smells takes you over completely, side-by-side with the feeling of wanting escape.
Let me describe the smell: So, mixture of the dentist office (air-conditioning rattle, buzzing tooth cleaner machine noises, plastic denture filings) and a hampster cage (the fluffy corn-coloured crap you have to buy to line the bottom that soaks up all the urine and turds, not to mention when they kick it through the bars and it ends up all over your bedroom floor. Kinda like that.
The god-forsaken staff wears gigantic blue smock-thingies that beg you to pleeeeease not hold back asking all of your stupid questions. Where can i find the little porcelain ducklings? oh, there are aisle numbers? i don't see any aisle numbers.
It is a place where all mock-figurines and cheap knock-off de-cor-a-tive i-tems, and all cheap, knock-off craft-supplies, half-built-for-you craft supplies or cheap knock-off already-MADE crafts are available in PLENTY.
that place is Hobby Lobby.
Hey, it's not your fault you can't find anything better to do with your time. Hobby Lobby is there for you.
Have you ever felt that you lack the experience of watching women ...(no men in this place, except for the one eccentric frame-department guy who is way too helpful for comfort)... waddle back and forth between autumn wreathes, because they are all just so gorgeous and it might just take an F-4 tornado to tear those manufactured maple-leaves from the foam interior, right? That's right...look no further, adventure addicts! Hobby Lobby is going to give you countless ways to waste your planet's resources and your precious time gluing more glitter to your craft-table than your popsicle-stick what-ever-the-hell project you bought in separate baggies for a total of 11.99! have fun this friday night you wild-thing!
There are giant hanging posters of everyday people (like you and me!) crafting! and it reads, "Create Happy past-times!" How overwhelmingly empowering.
okay okay, to be fair...there is One actual positive side to the HL that i have not highlighted yet, and that is their half-way decent selection of figurine animals. no seriously. the dinosaurs are actually pretty awesome, heavy in weight and one of them can open and close it's mouth. Not that i collect things like that, but if i ever need one, i know of one enormous building full of crap i can go to and possibly find it!
