Friday, July 18, 2003
week the second
The CAMP is officially one-third spent, and the pool should be completed by Sunday afternoon/Monday morning for its first bathers. My real duties as "Pool Manager" kick-in this weekend as I rush to assemble all the safety equipment with Mr. Bob (Aquatics Director) and learn the specifics of backwashing, vacuuming, and so forth. Excitement, friends, like nothing but pools can conjure is surging.
The pool is outside and goes from 3 feet to 9 feet. They spread the marble stuff on all its surfaces today and water will be delivered tomorrow. Soon after, the water and chlorine will begin to flow and circulate. We'll christen it sometime Sunday with cannonballs and "Christ 360s" w/ Jaacksian float-up.
I had the most disturbing dream of my remembered life the other night. I won't try and lay down the plot, but the essence was that I was part of a team of slaughter and even though I was mentally crippled with guilt I kept on obeying the dream-duty of butchering these weird humanoid creatures. If I go psychotic anytime soon, I suppose this could be used as a precedent/forewarning. There hasn't been activity and happiness in my life like there is now, however, for some long time and its feeling can't be contained in just a blog entry.
and now for Happy Hour.
p.s. Having taught swimming lessons in the surf of the Sound, on a rocky North shore beach among the various crabs and fishes and kelps, I have a new appreciation for "On the Rocks."
The CAMP is officially one-third spent, and the pool should be completed by Sunday afternoon/Monday morning for its first bathers. My real duties as "Pool Manager" kick-in this weekend as I rush to assemble all the safety equipment with Mr. Bob (Aquatics Director) and learn the specifics of backwashing, vacuuming, and so forth. Excitement, friends, like nothing but pools can conjure is surging.
The pool is outside and goes from 3 feet to 9 feet. They spread the marble stuff on all its surfaces today and water will be delivered tomorrow. Soon after, the water and chlorine will begin to flow and circulate. We'll christen it sometime Sunday with cannonballs and "Christ 360s" w/ Jaacksian float-up.
I had the most disturbing dream of my remembered life the other night. I won't try and lay down the plot, but the essence was that I was part of a team of slaughter and even though I was mentally crippled with guilt I kept on obeying the dream-duty of butchering these weird humanoid creatures. If I go psychotic anytime soon, I suppose this could be used as a precedent/forewarning. There hasn't been activity and happiness in my life like there is now, however, for some long time and its feeling can't be contained in just a blog entry.
and now for Happy Hour.
p.s. Having taught swimming lessons in the surf of the Sound, on a rocky North shore beach among the various crabs and fishes and kelps, I have a new appreciation for "On the Rocks."
inconstant status
Just when I believed in giving up and settling, possibilities kindle fresh.
Here's the dance of the last few days, again somewhat oblique:
confusing signal tempests, apparent rejection, salvation, apparent un-rejection due to go-betweening and a somewhat more earnest summit on intentions and misinterpretations, new plans
Just when I believed in giving up and settling, possibilities kindle fresh.
Here's the dance of the last few days, again somewhat oblique:
confusing signal tempests, apparent rejection, salvation, apparent un-rejection due to go-betweening and a somewhat more earnest summit on intentions and misinterpretations, new plans
Monday, July 14, 2003
conversion
I had to vent last night, such are the tenuous beginnings of a new friendship that I hope could be bursting into more. I fear, as Chris Rock once phrased it, a wrong turn into the "friend zone." That's all I'll say for now, for obliquness' sake.
If anyone has any ideas on how to turn or arrange chunks like below into some sort of play, then I'd be happy to add them as co-author for this contest.
untitled?
Everything I’ve written, with a few lines of exception, is bullshit.
Fuck love. Fuck suffering. Fuck the word “melodramatic.” Fuck friends, old and new. Fuck declarations of celibacy. Fuck pictures of important people in your life that curl uncorrected. Fuck the words “gather” and “dust” when they are used together. Fuck angry litanies. Bless profanity, but question where it comes from. Fuck that people can actually have adorable motions of their body, and do not neglect to then fuck my having swelled inside because of them. Fuck gerunds. Fuck concise irony and any humor it allows to breath. Let there be indifference towards the abuse of creative prefixing and suffixing, because otherwise the belt is too tight. I retract the cursing of friends, because I love them not only because they confirm my existence. I grow apologetic. (Fuck mood shifts). There is an entire bargain bin full of adorations I’ve practiced: french curves of lips, a spill of hair, a curious posture, some dozen mesmerizing glances, more ways of closing the eyes in solitude while waiting in a crowded room than there are shadows in low-angling light.
I had to vent last night, such are the tenuous beginnings of a new friendship that I hope could be bursting into more. I fear, as Chris Rock once phrased it, a wrong turn into the "friend zone." That's all I'll say for now, for obliquness' sake.
If anyone has any ideas on how to turn or arrange chunks like below into some sort of play, then I'd be happy to add them as co-author for this contest.
untitled?
Everything I’ve written, with a few lines of exception, is bullshit.
Fuck love. Fuck suffering. Fuck the word “melodramatic.” Fuck friends, old and new. Fuck declarations of celibacy. Fuck pictures of important people in your life that curl uncorrected. Fuck the words “gather” and “dust” when they are used together. Fuck angry litanies. Bless profanity, but question where it comes from. Fuck that people can actually have adorable motions of their body, and do not neglect to then fuck my having swelled inside because of them. Fuck gerunds. Fuck concise irony and any humor it allows to breath. Let there be indifference towards the abuse of creative prefixing and suffixing, because otherwise the belt is too tight. I retract the cursing of friends, because I love them not only because they confirm my existence. I grow apologetic. (Fuck mood shifts). There is an entire bargain bin full of adorations I’ve practiced: french curves of lips, a spill of hair, a curious posture, some dozen mesmerizing glances, more ways of closing the eyes in solitude while waiting in a crowded room than there are shadows in low-angling light.
