7.12.2004
Dead to the world
Or still kicking? The last couple weeks sans blogging and music have been a good kick in the pantsers as my buddy Jim (the folksinger, not the lawyer) would say. Living without the blog was easy, good really. I did read more than ever (if that's possible). Also got more sleep, cooked healthier food, wrote about stuff that's not for public consumption. Brilliant.
Living without music was harder. The silence, the walls, the voices in my head. That was intolerable. Thus the reading helped, perhaps too much. I started realizing that reading was just another entertainment. Not really all that edifying, no matter how good it is. I loved Life of Pi. Read the Pico Iyer about Kyoto in the late 80's. The combination of the two led me to drag my old Zen textbooks off the shelf, but that just washed over me mostly, although perhaps Miss Marie and I will go sit at a temple early morning Thursday. Not sure if that's Zen or a more Christian form of penance for our sins but it'll be something to do and I do like getting up early. And finally dragged the Pynchon off the shelf. Halfway through and no more than merely interested sadly, but I'll destroy the beast nonetheless.
Many other things happened, the show in Tokyo was wow, just wow. The best thing evar...best production I've ever seen if not the best script (but darn close, though I only understood what I did because I knew the gist from reading the short stories). The acting was something else. But the real glory of this show was the tech. Multi media and flesh bright and cold in a space that went from vast to minimal to mad. The characters were the only center of gravity and they floated through the stratosphere at times. There was no up or down. And it was good.
I could explain more but blogging again after so long feels odd. Guilty even.
Other dumb things happened. A good one was the one year reunion of my training group. We all got along so well and most of us made it back for a night of raucous debauchery. And yes, I planned it. So raucous and so debauched I am still giggly about all the ways we embarrassed ourselves. Oh just clubs and karaoke but it is fun to pretend I'm not an old fogey sometimes, and no one bothers to kill my illusion.
New news, I may take a road trip with some of the aforementioned rabble rousers over Obon if Paul can get his international license. Take the show on the road as it were. The great 04 tour of Japan. That or I am going to do all the stuff I've been meaning to around Kansai like go to a campy erotica show or find the Nashville Club, famous for their Elvis imitator--not impersonator, apparently he has a style all his own.
So between Zen and acting like an 18 year old with a shiny new credit card (neither of which resembles the truth) I'm going to continue to fiddle with the input output nodes on my brain to see what it does next. Then I'll move to a farm and raise goats.
My computer may be back this week. What will happen?
Living without music was harder. The silence, the walls, the voices in my head. That was intolerable. Thus the reading helped, perhaps too much. I started realizing that reading was just another entertainment. Not really all that edifying, no matter how good it is. I loved Life of Pi. Read the Pico Iyer about Kyoto in the late 80's. The combination of the two led me to drag my old Zen textbooks off the shelf, but that just washed over me mostly, although perhaps Miss Marie and I will go sit at a temple early morning Thursday. Not sure if that's Zen or a more Christian form of penance for our sins but it'll be something to do and I do like getting up early. And finally dragged the Pynchon off the shelf. Halfway through and no more than merely interested sadly, but I'll destroy the beast nonetheless.
Many other things happened, the show in Tokyo was wow, just wow. The best thing evar...best production I've ever seen if not the best script (but darn close, though I only understood what I did because I knew the gist from reading the short stories). The acting was something else. But the real glory of this show was the tech. Multi media and flesh bright and cold in a space that went from vast to minimal to mad. The characters were the only center of gravity and they floated through the stratosphere at times. There was no up or down. And it was good.
I could explain more but blogging again after so long feels odd. Guilty even.
Other dumb things happened. A good one was the one year reunion of my training group. We all got along so well and most of us made it back for a night of raucous debauchery. And yes, I planned it. So raucous and so debauched I am still giggly about all the ways we embarrassed ourselves. Oh just clubs and karaoke but it is fun to pretend I'm not an old fogey sometimes, and no one bothers to kill my illusion.
New news, I may take a road trip with some of the aforementioned rabble rousers over Obon if Paul can get his international license. Take the show on the road as it were. The great 04 tour of Japan. That or I am going to do all the stuff I've been meaning to around Kansai like go to a campy erotica show or find the Nashville Club, famous for their Elvis imitator--not impersonator, apparently he has a style all his own.
So between Zen and acting like an 18 year old with a shiny new credit card (neither of which resembles the truth) I'm going to continue to fiddle with the input output nodes on my brain to see what it does next. Then I'll move to a farm and raise goats.
My computer may be back this week. What will happen?
