Now I'm told that Fred and Ethel nee Lucy and Babalu have bonded with the foster mom and respond to Spider (Fred and Babalu) and Nugget (Lucy and Ethel) and that Nugget is actually a boy
Spider and Nugget it is until it's not. That's Nugget above. We haven't informed Olive yet that Spider and Nugget will be her new roommates in September much less her new roommates are both boys. She's already freaking out, this Friday we're driving to the Leelanau Peninsula in Michigan's far north lower peninsula for ten days, we got out our suitcases and Olive knows what that means and is already sulking, Stanley is blind and can't see the suitcases but knows Olive is sulking and can guess why and is sulking
L was invited to the Traverse City plein air competition, I will have the days to myself while she paints, as always on vacation I have no plans to post and no plans to not post, I just know I will be throwing discs at baskets here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here, rain permitting. There is a reason every post but two a year are tagged My Complicity, they'll both be there this vacation. When I design and produce my own putter it will look like this:
Four people independently have said to me in the past week some version of If Only Dump Died Things Necessarily Will Get Better. Is it me or have you seen anywhere a What Would Happen If Dump Strokes Out Tomorrow? speculative piece from any top tier Shitlord or Liberal barker down to shitty little bleggers like me? Do people think cracker and christer assholes will turn less assholy, that Democrats will stop being full partners in your enshittification, immiseration, and upcoming eradication? Does anyone not think if Dump dies peacefully in his sleep tonight they won't prop his body up somewhere and sniper shoot it while ketchup packets explode on his chest and blame me, jeffantifa, Seorge Goros paid me $25 to do it, and the coup starts? Do people really think everything will be rainbowier when the diapered stool dies? That everyone who's profited and grown fat with power will slither away trying to escape their comeuppance? That shitlord's will cease being batshit crazy motherfucking sociopaths? Yes, the above, besides a putter, *is* an allusion to Gass' *The Tunnel,* the crest of my faction of the Party of Disappointed People, the ostracized not-fascist one not digging tunnels in our basements to find magahitler
So I'm going on vacation to a gorgeous county in Michigan where I will disc golf and hike and drink local beer and smoke good weed and hang out with my wife and daughter and son-in-law and try not to think about my enshittification and immiseration and eventual eradication and will fail. Revolution, mofos, always tainted with selfish complicity with what one rebels against. This post is partly an attempt to burn off the manic before vacation and will fail. Too, David Thomas was born 73 years ago last Sunday the 14th, in an act of complicity nineteen years ago L and I were at this Pere Ubu show in Harrisburg Pennsylvania:
THE MAUVE NOTEBOOK
John Ashbery
1/i've also been to a concert at whitaker center in harrisburg - a few years earlier than the pere ubu appearance - todd rundgren 'power trio' tour - spouse and self stayed in a motel across the river with our two cats - their names were always pau and dinah - they are now 'two cats in the yard' - at their eternal rest in the back yard
ReplyDelete2/speaking of car dealerships, an old acquaintance of mine recently shared with me their experience of downward mobility related to a car dealership - namely for the first time in their decade-long ownership of their bmw they took it for servicing to an independent shop, not the dealer - I am still going to the dealer with my 3 year old car - last time I went, a few months ago, it was still in warranty and I got a new battery for free
3/my hope is that our president has had his last birthday, but not because i imagine things will get better
4/speaking of grocery stores, i once went out with someone i encountered when she was working the cash register at the north buffalo food coop - later we went on a double date with the owners of the talking leaves bookstore next door - that was the bookstore where I bought my copy of the book of the film of monty python's the meaning of life
from The Principles of Psychology, by William James:
ReplyDeleteOften we are ourselves struck at the strange differences in our successive views of the same thing. We wonder how we ever could have opined as we did last month about a certain matter. We have outgrown the possibility of that state of mind, we know not how. From one year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what was exciting is insipid. The friends we used to care the world for are shrunken to shadows; the women, once so divine, the stars, the woods, and the waters, how now so dull and common; the young girls that brought an aura, of infinity, at present hardly distinguishable existences; the pictures so empty; and as for the books, what was there to find so mysteriously significant in Goethe, or in John Mill so full of weight?
1/the "oil cliff" predicted in some quarters as a result of the strait of hormuz situation has not yet manifested itself in popular perception in the u.s. - a parable from the gospel of matthew about ten virgins waiting for the late arrival of a groom to a wedding celebration comes to mind - half had brought spare oil for their lamps, and the other hadn't - the latter, the "foolish virgins", had to go buy more oil and missed their chance to get into the party - they were told "go away" when they were late
ReplyDelete2/this contrasts with the next-to-last saying in the noncanonical gospel of thomas:
(1) His disciples said to him: “The kingdom — on what day will it come?”
(2) “It will not come by watching (and waiting for) it.
(3) They will not say: ‘Look, here!’ or ‘Look, there!’
(4) Rather, the kingdom of the Father is spread out upon the earth, and people do not see it.”