1/26/01 Even newer beginning
1/26/01
There is nothing in my brain that I want to pick at. No sore spot that would benefit by examination. No great thought that has not already been thought. I can be an observer and filter images until you read them.
Where am I? At the mall awaiting the 4 new tires which will be installed on my car. A man sees me typing on my foldaway keyboard and asks if this works. I show him how it folds up and is only a bit bigger than my visor PDA. I should have told him that it is not working that well because no story is being written. Simple random observations. I guess I am altering the universe around me... the Heisenberg uncertainty principal.... the guard walking by sees me typing and asks how I am doing. I have never seen anyone with a PDA typing at a mall. So I must be an oddity. I have always enjoyed the status of oddity. I see the viridian orange haired girl. I hear the old ladies proclaim: "What is the world coming to?" I think that the viridian haired girl is simply wearing a uniform. I can’t help but look at the beautiful women that pass. One just passed in a diaphanous long skirt. Many mothers pass. Some so connected to their children. They smile. These children seem lucky to me. Then there are the mothers who seem frazzled... no smiles on their faces. I think my mother was probably like that. Maybe these children are luckier. They become introspective. They develop inner resources. Maybe they tell themselves stories to escape their mother's wrath. Maybe they have imaginary friends. Two women sit at the table next to mine. I can't see them. I am distracted by their voices. I am straining to hear what they have to say. Finally I look. It is a mother and daughter
This morning I have renewed my car tags, took the Christmas candles out of the window, and am getting the new tires. I have to finish taking all the Christmas decorations down: the deer, the two wreaths, the pine roping with the star lights that arch above our front door, the angel at the top of the arch -- you can look up her skirt as you enter if you are so inclined --, the pine roping on the fence.
Time to check on the progress of the installation and to get a pretzel for lunch. -- Hey, it's a big pretzel-- good for twisted thinkers.
There is nothing in my brain that I want to pick at. No sore spot that would benefit by examination. No great thought that has not already been thought. I can be an observer and filter images until you read them.
Where am I? At the mall awaiting the 4 new tires which will be installed on my car. A man sees me typing on my foldaway keyboard and asks if this works. I show him how it folds up and is only a bit bigger than my visor PDA. I should have told him that it is not working that well because no story is being written. Simple random observations. I guess I am altering the universe around me... the Heisenberg uncertainty principal.... the guard walking by sees me typing and asks how I am doing. I have never seen anyone with a PDA typing at a mall. So I must be an oddity. I have always enjoyed the status of oddity. I see the viridian orange haired girl. I hear the old ladies proclaim: "What is the world coming to?" I think that the viridian haired girl is simply wearing a uniform. I can’t help but look at the beautiful women that pass. One just passed in a diaphanous long skirt. Many mothers pass. Some so connected to their children. They smile. These children seem lucky to me. Then there are the mothers who seem frazzled... no smiles on their faces. I think my mother was probably like that. Maybe these children are luckier. They become introspective. They develop inner resources. Maybe they tell themselves stories to escape their mother's wrath. Maybe they have imaginary friends. Two women sit at the table next to mine. I can't see them. I am distracted by their voices. I am straining to hear what they have to say. Finally I look. It is a mother and daughter
This morning I have renewed my car tags, took the Christmas candles out of the window, and am getting the new tires. I have to finish taking all the Christmas decorations down: the deer, the two wreaths, the pine roping with the star lights that arch above our front door, the angel at the top of the arch -- you can look up her skirt as you enter if you are so inclined --, the pine roping on the fence.
Time to check on the progress of the installation and to get a pretzel for lunch. -- Hey, it's a big pretzel-- good for twisted thinkers.
posted by Kajgreb | 6:21 PM
2 Comments:
Oh for PEte sake!! jack berg!!
i knew it was you before even
figuring out your name.
I enjoyed!! what the devil are you doing with Christmas candles this time of year
Huh! I think I know you....
the shadow
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