Notes from Phone Aug 28
Sun Jun 14 1101am
In the shower. wondering how it’d be different if i were a girl. soft brasts, secret hidden place,, not all hanging out and hairy, my body-self would be an obsessive fetish-object of whole society. strange to walk around like that.
Sun Jun 14 2:17 PM
In the Ernesto Neto exhibit. Art or playground? A couple guards, girls, telling the children not to run. Children love it. Adults intrigued but wary. Why the difference? Are they worried they’re not getting it? Still, enjoyed – acting within the architecture, soft spongy and organic and large.
Note: Adults hate to feel stupid. Everyone hates to feel stupid? How do people respond when made to feel stupid?
Sun Jun 15 4:27 PM
Keep on walking now yes I will keep on talking loud yes I will – lyric
Sun June 14 7:41
Life is short and getting shorter
Tues Jun 16 10:00am
Chewing gum. Late to work. On the subway now. Five minutes to ten. Need coffee. Headache starting to form. Mother across from me almost fell. Young daughter tourist 18 in black shirt breasts and chuck taylors. mom’s wearing them too. woman comes on reading something borrowed. want to meet liz bennet
Tues Jun 16 10:03am
Passing the open subway stop, wood panels hiding ground zero. peoplemover trip through the guts of space mountain with the lights turned on.
Tuesday Jun 16 208pm
Ontological implications of superstrings
Tuesday june 16 210pm
I am an unauthorized vehicle towed awy at the owner’s expense. also violating the dotls no standing sign.
tue jun 16 719pm
drinks with mom at stouts. had a jameson and a guiness and sliders. gave my sandwich to a homeless person. talking about schools, iran, nina. vented. mac & cheese. ice cream and cobbler. hate citizens in china. sarah. got my bag and rawls. walker her to the train station.
wed jun 17 1003am
Colonial America MMORPG – with digital reconstructions of New Amsterdam – get a grant from education, tech and history orgs.
wed jun 17 839pm
one begins to suspect that Father Daedalus might have had something to do with the melting of his son’s wings.
NOTE: Oh? What happened to Icarus? Uh … he flew to close to the sun.
thu jun 18 756pm
Sometimes i catch myself ask where i am (when i am) and laugh at the absurdity of it all.
thu jun 18 909pm
Give half a pull to the oxman, gov’ner
thu jun 18 1121pm
Art/Life is Action/Motion/Expression subject to Constraints.
fri jun 19 203am
INT – NIGHT
Man made out of marbles is struck by a shooter and collapses into constituent parts. He stumbles around trying to put himself back together, but the marbles keep slipping away. Depression as lack of Platonic order and harmoy, lack of discipline over self & life.
Fri jun 19 1043am
Law and econ argue that it is better/+efficient to redistribute through tax and transfer then altering rights through legal rules. but that’s what law is _ the altering creation of rights
Fri Jun 19 649p,
Ulysses – the sacred marriage interrupted by the shade of sin & death – reunion back into life – the spirit being reconciled with the world and mother – back to the strange life and blood magic of women – it cannot be stopped – time moving quicker now – events are accelerating – the static v dynamic
Fri Jun 19 908pm
Happy birthday to you
Sat Jun 20 401pm
One of a kinda. those who wish to sing will always find a song.
Mon jun 22 745pm
Madwoman in the attic Or how women are always being left out or ignored or partially marginalized or walk around w fem mystique hovering above them or how presence or pheremones drive men mad and piggish – circe
mon jun 22 800pm
wed jun 24 859pm
Letters. The memory hole – euphemism for holocaust. Call it an oubliette. Time keeps on slipping into the future. The conquest of the future over the fast (sic). The infinite game where the purpose is to continue playing, to transcend limits – to be and not to seem. Don’t be a universal robot.
thu jun 25 909pm
Walking past an accordion player, hippie, in Washington Square Park – catchy, and I pick up his tune and sing it – who will I pass it along to?
Sun jun 28 1229am
New york. this city is exhausting everything done its energy passing elsewhere supersaturated held in careful suspension – only hope is weeds through the sidewalk crack
Note: Williamsburg is/was the weeds through the sidewalk crack — even that now is mature, but mature in a young way, not an old way. NOTHING WRONG WITH MATURITY.
Note 2: Typo happy accident. Difference between Noting and Nothing. Some literary theory thing in there, surely Shirley.
Note 3: Band Name. My Brother Was An Accident And He Didn’t Know Till Now.
Mon Jun 29 427pm
Every moment had become pregnant with finality and narrative energeia. every step took her closer to the poiunt where she’d be gone. the meal was horrible. i put milk and sugar in my coffee. I realized i was about to reenact the end of the night of our first meeting, headed out on opposite sides of a
A subway track. I resolved not to follow the narrative’s path. If it was going to end, it would at least end differently, as more than negative parody or ironic reenactment. i rode with her on the subway and on the shuttle to grand central. i waited for her outside the bathroom and then walked her
to her train. it was too much. i could go no further. she stepped back with me, and I hugged her tight and told her this wasn’t the end, that we would help each other through this, that I wanted a soft landing. I told her —
Mon Jun 29 542pm
Idea for scifi story: music producer and ai, can ai appreciate art and music?
Wed Jul 1 307pm
Idea for a 1000 word post abt younger dude then me in a suit some sort of financial sales job dresses well light brown shoes blue shirt green tie w diag blue stripes phone call ‘i’ll let you go; crisis averted’ two come, less smart, attentive eyes, commands attention dad is getting tests girlfriend italian w wasp
wed jul 1 315pm
Annotation: schema + lovecraft horror
sat jul 4 1047pm
A scene w fireworks juxt w historical moment and all others
Tues jul 7 922am?
Homeless man holding a sonogram and sign that says will work for food
Tues jul 7 1021pm
The issue is the holy moment which is always getting lost but if as it happens you can hold onto it and think back on it later maybe that’s enough
Note: Theme for a book? Resolution? What satisfaction can you have tonight?
wed jul 8 1239pm
What former selves lie sleeping with me waiting for some half remembered sight or sound or smell or touch or taste or thought to wake them?
Note: Was I talking about Ashley? Not only, but somewhat?
wed jul 8 1255pm
Does the green living core reach to the dead layers?
Thu jul 9 1156pm
Dance the rain Jeremiah
fri jul 10 1212am
you have her but can you keep her
fri jul 10 1215am
And the back of his shirt read boy man god Shit
fri jul 10 1240am
The tricky super dance of the electron
fri jul 10 144am
you’re not a very good dancer who told you i was dancing
Sat jul 11 316pm
Heisenberg uncertainty act and accept the change
mon jul 13 738pm
Lovesongs to shoot-up to
mon jul 13 744pm
Things that are cool and ironic: John Deere, Wilco, Yo La Tengo, guitar feedback, Coney Island, Ray-Ban Wayfarers, crayons, kindergarden, circle time, weather charts, Spanish lotharios, Brooklyn lager, tshirts from community colleges, Fender Jazzmasters
Mon jul 13 754pm
The Hipster at Work / Work and the World
Mon jul 13 842pm
Hundreds of triumphs, twice as many regrets, thirty thousand memories, twenty thousand thoughts, and ten thousand days.
mon jul 13 936pm
I’m walking down 6th avenue and look up and see two beams of light piercing the night clouds, and think about September 11 and remember when I was reminded that the world was broken – as I write this in July 2009 I know that one day the ruins will be rebuilt and maybe the lights will stop shining but even then the world will remain so so broken and it will be up to me me alone to fix it.
mon jul 13 1015pm
I have a dream that one day having forgotten war the US army is a highly selective orchestra of guitars, drums, and horns that tour the world and embarrass other countries with our virtuosic play.
mon jul 13 1023pm
I am in California, drunk on Napa wine, tongueing poems to your womb and kissing you to the chorus of your joy and the stars of Orion revolve around this lonely bit of earth and revolve around our lovemaking and time is fleeting time is short but the song continues
mon jul 13 1119pm
Wet soft warm lush folds of secret hiding opening unfolding place humming pressing wet against me against my urgent irrational love desire I press my mouth and then my center firm and ready pushing gliding across you into you blood and feeling secret maddening touch my all & yours
mon jul 13 1136pm
I am the memory the echo of vietnam after the flood receded was the newborn spring the calm
thu jul 16 816pm
The story of this mediocre intelligence – slow to read – who nevertheless is very curious and constantly struggles w not being smart enough can’t get through school or keep a job, is poor, no genius, but nevertheless finds wisdom, enlightenment, and peace.
fri jul 17 719pm
State = infected pigmother
Sat jul 18 241pm
Listening to myself talk as I talk is difficult – a strange doubling that both distracts me from the next thing I will say and then causes me to assess what I just said