I finally finished a nervousness project that had lain undone for weeks. I had no good reason why it was unfinished; it was a poetry exchange, and anyone familiar with the
gurdonark canon knows that none of my creative writing, including in particular my bad poetry, is blemished by excessive attentive thought. Writer's block, after all, is for people who are blocking out something to say. When one has nothing to say, one can say it ad infinitum, flowing like a river. Now I've said my sweet nothing, addressed the envelope, and e mailed off the requisite "sorry I'm late" apology, so I feel once again like a moral force in the universe.
I discovered that the google folks' froogle.com shopping site is in a much more advanced beta version. What a marvel! One can find literally anything on line. As with google, the problem is that something one can find 20,000 sites with this anything, but it then uses a yahoo-like categorization finder to limit the hits. This is very nicely done, although a bit late to help this holiday season.
Yesterday I listened to the Neil Young Decade album. I think that "Cortez the Killer" is the best Neil Young song, although many other songs compete for this title. I always like the story about how the After the Goldrush album made him too broadly popular, so he determined to aim for niche fame forever after. I'd love to be a celebrity in out of the way circles only. That's the "right kind of fame". My perception is that in the arts many folks became celebrities merely by assuring everyone else that they were doing something interesting. In some cases, time proved them right, but while they lived, nobody got it at all.
It cannot be about getting noticed, this life--it must be about something else. I also like "needle and the damage done" a lot.
I have five little forty sheet mini-notebooks, just a couple of inches high and an inch or two broad. Each has forty tiny pages. They are the bonsai trees of my mind.
They are so dollar-store cute that they deserve an informal on line poll--
If you had a miniature notebook, 40 pages in length, what would you put on the pages?
I discovered that the google folks' froogle.com shopping site is in a much more advanced beta version. What a marvel! One can find literally anything on line. As with google, the problem is that something one can find 20,000 sites with this anything, but it then uses a yahoo-like categorization finder to limit the hits. This is very nicely done, although a bit late to help this holiday season.
Yesterday I listened to the Neil Young Decade album. I think that "Cortez the Killer" is the best Neil Young song, although many other songs compete for this title. I always like the story about how the After the Goldrush album made him too broadly popular, so he determined to aim for niche fame forever after. I'd love to be a celebrity in out of the way circles only. That's the "right kind of fame". My perception is that in the arts many folks became celebrities merely by assuring everyone else that they were doing something interesting. In some cases, time proved them right, but while they lived, nobody got it at all.
It cannot be about getting noticed, this life--it must be about something else. I also like "needle and the damage done" a lot.
I have five little forty sheet mini-notebooks, just a couple of inches high and an inch or two broad. Each has forty tiny pages. They are the bonsai trees of my mind.
They are so dollar-store cute that they deserve an informal on line poll--
If you had a miniature notebook, 40 pages in length, what would you put on the pages?
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Date: 2002-12-15 09:40 am (UTC)Notebooks: I'd sit in coffee shops writing little vignettes. Mostly, espresso length descriptions of what the wearer though when she/he bought that bag/shoes/hat....or what they might have 'done' in the past.....what they might 'do' now.....their aspirations....and so on.
Although, writing in such a small book in public, that might appear a bit 'conspicuous', if it appears to be anything more substantial that jotting down items on a shopping or to-do list. IMHO.
My notebook of choice....the mighty Moleskine http://www.moleskine.com/eng/default.htm
buy one, you won't regret it!!
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Date: 2002-12-15 09:50 am (UTC)Short amusing quotes pulled from conversations passed by around campus.
Interesting URLs.
Few word story/poem ideas.
Notes to myself.
Glitter.
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Date: 2002-12-15 10:55 am (UTC)i like the idea of these mini-notebooks as i would be more organized in my scattered and random recordings. thanks for the idea.
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Date: 2002-12-15 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-15 11:51 am (UTC)Page numbers, nothing else
hello
Date: 2002-12-15 11:53 am (UTC)Re: hello
Date: 2002-12-15 01:30 pm (UTC)But do you know, I am not sure I read the underlying art book from which the title is taken:) I think I did, but I don't remember!
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A list of all the dates I've turned down or never had..... ;)
~Denise~
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Date: 2002-12-15 05:00 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-12-15 05:48 pm (UTC)truthfully
Date: 2002-12-15 06:26 pm (UTC)at any age though, i'd be tempted to leave the books out where they could be discovered by by neices and nephews, and i'd enjoy watching them become excited about the possible uses for the pages, and of course indulge them in their daydreams, whatever the outcome.
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Date: 2002-12-15 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-15 08:30 pm (UTC)by my username. Maybe.
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Date: 2002-12-15 10:55 pm (UTC)Unusual words (one word to a page). I love the sound of words.
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Date: 2002-12-16 04:34 pm (UTC)Or autographs, ...