My luck
It's supposed to rain so the stuff gets sucked into the crack path and clogs it up.
But, no...! the sun is out.
Nice bike weather.
I might do that.
But right now I'm going back to my big computer (named "Piano") and work on the 2vln concerto.
I'm well into the second act.
I mean movement.
I've been reading Ibsen.
I found an old book of his big hits.
Just finished "Hedda Gabler" and am moving on to "Ghosts"
Seems like a Joyce fan like me shoulda' done that long ago.
But... I read whatever I can find when I can find it.
How else would I know about Xanthan gum.
However it's spelled.
But, no...! the sun is out.
Nice bike weather.
I might do that.
But right now I'm going back to my big computer (named "Piano") and work on the 2vln concerto.
I'm well into the second act.
I mean movement.
I've been reading Ibsen.
I found an old book of his big hits.
Just finished "Hedda Gabler" and am moving on to "Ghosts"
Seems like a Joyce fan like me shoulda' done that long ago.
But... I read whatever I can find when I can find it.
How else would I know about Xanthan gum.
However it's spelled.
posted by Lane Savant at 12:15 PM
15 Comments:
I do not what is going on with eblogger system, but at the moment this latest comment is all that shows up on the page. Everything from earlier is gone; kaput.
Yesterday, right in the middle of posting, my whole front page of comments disappeared. I could click on them individually, and they alone would appear, but when I clicked on View Blog, the page would go blank again. This lasted 20 minutes, illustrating that hey, even with 2,900 comments on my site, it all can "go blank" if some cyber gnome decides it shall be so. I tweeked around with it until the page reappeared. Go figure.
Ibsen never got me very excited. Just me, I guess. Joyce yes, Ibsen no. Have you been reading the new poets I have been introducing over on FFTR? Larry Levis is the latest discovery. I think Jane Fonda did one of the filmed versions of HEDDA GABLER.
I overslept this morning, but since I get here at dark thirty anyway, no issues prevelant.
So, I am confused--did you fix the leaking roof or ride Fidelio?
I will miss seeing Alex here in Tacoma this Friday. She will be busy with her concert rehearsals, and then I have a TFC event in the evening. Life can be complicated. Oh well, I will just continue to imagine her from her words, her music, her pictures, her spirit, and for now just forego the adventure of face time. It is kind of like you and I. When we get together "in person" it becomes evident that the 35 years we did not spend together has put some dust and space between our lives. But here in Cyberville, the connection, the fellowship, remains stronger than dirt, thicker than blood, more pliable than jello, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.....
Hope that Eblogger gets its chops rehinged. Off to work I go.
Glenn
And now the damned thing is telling me I don't exist, and we both know that is not the case.
Sonofabitch, fuggedaboutit! I want my pic back, my identity, my sense of self. This is dehumanizing, and I will brook no more bullshit from this computer.
Dats da way, Butcherkid. Don't take no crap off dis ting. It disrespects each of us way too much and dat ain't rite. Nobody deserves to be dissed by dis ting.
..............Vinnie
I already treated the roof but last night I realized I shoudda cleaned the gutters while I was there.
maybe today.
No bike ride, worked on the 2vln concerto instead.
Ibsen is seeming to me like the DNA for a lot of 20th century literature.
Boring as it is, no one ever comes out and actually says anything, the themes are powerful.
I can see "Streetcar" in "Hedda"
and "The Dead" in "Ghosts"
And a lot of stuff in "Enemy"
You might be right about Ibsen; nothing wrong with boring. James Fenimore Cooper was boring too, but his work was important to read. Now Edgar Rice Burrough's was never boring to read; repetative yes, boring no. And let's throw in Mickey Spillane and Willam Faulkner in the mix just for grins.
I got a nice email response from poet, Bobby Byrd, after I left a comment on his blog site. He digs Joy Harjo, Larry Levis, and Sherman too. He has a small publishing house he runs in El Paso. Maybe some day I can get him to read some of my junk, enit?
Gutters, schmutters--let em dangle. Or not. As the land Lord, the squire, and the Baron,you will make those important decisions.
I have half a mind [quite an insight] to delegate my TFC screening to some one else this Friday, and makes some effort to get over to UPS and check out Alex. Of course, that is just a pipedream, cuz I am too responsible, and those 50 film club members "depend" on me, and my guidance, and leadership....probably.
We aze screening another Woody Allen film, SLEEPER, next month; been a while since I watched that one.
"I took a speed reading course, and then read WAR AND PEACE in 20 minutes. It involves Russia."
............Woody Allen
Glenn
I once considered using some violins on one of my songs, but it got too lacy pants for me. I preferred kick ass rock and roll.
...........Eddy Emerald
I tink dat youse shud raiz da rent on dose loser tenants of yers. A littel extortion can go a long ways. It's da American way.
.........Vinnie
It has been so nice to have Glenn around for the last couple of years. It was his poetic nature that first attracted Alex Shapiro to read him, and to prompt you to set up a blogsite for him, so that he would quit clogging up your comments section with copious poems. I have read over a thousand poems on FFTR that I have enjoyed. I would submit that any of the readrers of this site, when you are done laughing, then skip over to FFTR, and get with it.
.............Emily
Thanks again, Emily, for those completely insolicited remarks. I realize that I am a tad too prolific for most folks to keep up with my postings. It is much like strolling through my tons of shelves in my basement, staring at 13,000 movies. Where do you start?
Is there medical treatment for sensory overload?
Glenn
I read a book once. I found it a very pleasant experience except for the terrifying parts about jelly beans and Xanthan (no clue how to spell it either,) gum attacking some little girl.
"the crack path," there is a crack in everything yes, so Lenny says.
(That's how the light gets in.)
i was planning on going to Tacoma for Alex's music but it's the same night as the salon.
Sic semper gloria melodia
Or
Sic semper gloria harmonia
Or
Sic semper gloria counterpointia
Resspood
And don't you forget it!
........R.S. Pood
So Friday is here. Alex will be at University of Puget Sound in Tacoma, and I will be at a TFC screening a couple miles away, and you will be at the Salon listening to ??? Bobby Byrd published a book of poetry for a street poet and taxi cab driver in Seattle. So what is a street poet. some dude who recites his poetry to passers by, and holds out his hat, or not, just stands there mumbling to those folks who could give a rip, who assume he is demented in some capacity? Anyway Bobby is sending me the book, and we will take a look at the talent this eccentric feller has, or not. Bobby took the time to search his name on my site and looked at all of his poems I had posted; kind of rare that, and I asked that I put an addendum on one of them, which he wrote. Pretty cool, enit?
Sherman's new book of poetry is due out this month. Have you heard about it, or read about it? I am still finding odd and long Larry Levis poems to post on FFTR. The guy was a strong voice, divorced three times, disshelved, drunk, a professor, a teacher, and a hell of a poet. Dying at 59 is not good, but somebody has to do it to keep the stats aligned and balanced.
It was 25 degrees at my place this morning, and the ice was way thick to scrape off the windows. I am still shaking off the chill. No ice on the road that I encountered or noticed, but still a solid reminder that March is certainly not yet spring.
I wonder how many jpg's I have posted on FFTR? Several thousand perhaps; at least one for every posting, and 25 of the multiple pic postings for movies and other random interests; like Coke ads, Comic Book covers, pulp magazine covers. Life magazine covers--you know the drill.
I watched MAX PAYNE the other night; very weak flick, not quite as good as The Spirit by Frank Miller out a few months ago; good CGI, weak story. What can I expect from films based on comic books and video games? My next viewing will be ROCK N ROLLA, the latest hip gangster comic drama from Guy Ritchie, who is busy spending his alamony from divorcing Madonna.
Tonight we screen BABETTE'S FEAST, which is beautifully boring, winner of an Oscar and the Palm de Or at Cannes. Maybe I'll slip in a porno one time and see how the club members deal with that.
One of the weekend days is supposed to be sunny. Perhaps you and Fidelio can ride. I do envy your the vigor and opportunity to do that.
Glenn
Hallo, Lane & Jannie!
I thought Jellybeans went out with Ronald Raygun.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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