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April 21, 2005

brought to you by the letter p

Just when you think things couldn't get more surreal.
I am still startled by having seen someone I once went on a date with on the television, wearing camoflage. He's a nice guy with a good brain. And, apparently, a wife and some children, which he didn't have when he and I went to the movies and had an awkward time. He likes Rimbaud and is kind of short and softspoken, the way I remember him. He brought me a rose at work, and sent me poetry. Paul! Paul, what happened to you?? I never thought I would be the one to say pray for our troops, but think good thoughts for Paul, ok? He's a good egg.

In another extraordinary turn of events, Marcel took a bath! He smells like a petunia! Believe it! Its true!

Across the street from our building, on a corner that used to be a gas station, there is being constructed a 6 story mondo-condo complex. Thus far it is a 4 story skeleton, with tiny men on tethers busily moving about, and I call it my ant farm. From my window I look straight into it at about the 2nd level. I always wonder if the men can see in here, and if they watch me back, and I am still not sure. One of the men I call Ditka because he wears a Chicago Bears hard hat. Sometimes there are interesting goings-on, like when I watched them carefully tape out stripes, then spray-paint this weight on the end of this giant crane so that is was red, white, and blue. Never let it be said that my boyz are not patriotic! They planted an American flag on top of the elevator shaft. I always want to go into the skeleton at night and plant little messages here and there for the workers to find. This is because I have too much time on my hands. Well, if anyone understands about working class patriotic guys (and why they vote against their own interests), its this guy. And plus he knows about a lot of other things too, and he's very funny. He also knows quite a bit about evangelical nutjobs. I spent a good part of yesterday reading his articles, and was moved to send him an email. And plus he has a p***-hound!!! I like Joe.

Yesterday I also resurrected Jamal, the stuffed monkey with a fez from the Debbie Bliss book. Or rather I dug his parts out of a box, and sewed the poor guy together! Now his head is sewed to his body, and he has back feet and legs, also sewn on. All he needs are arms and hands, a face, a tail, and a vest. One more Bulls game and I should probably have him all pulled together. Pictures to come.

Posted by at April 21, 2005 09:36 AM

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Psst: http://www.chicknits.com/rambles/

(Knitting in Chicago tonight)

Duchamp! arrived. Lots of fun. Thanks for sending it, lady.

Posted by: cari at April 21, 2005 11:53 AM

The article you link to reminds me of this bit from Italo Calvino:

[The Emperor] said: "It is all useless, if the last landing place can only be the infernal city, and it is there that, in ever-narrowing circles, the current is drawing us."
And Polo said: "The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension; seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space."
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It gotten to the point where even Liberal Christians give me the creeps. Why such an important Book, and do they really think Virgins give birth? It is kind of like saying you're a member of the life-affirming part of the Hitler Youth. Too much blood on that cross, its played out, like Led Zeppelin.

Posted by: Juan Jorges Jesus at April 21, 2005 01:30 PM

Down here (in Texas), the constructin workers always plant a tree on top of the buildings they are working on. Not sure where that came from.

I got my Duchamp! on too, and am dreaming of chocolate cake. And lettuce and red Spanish wine.

Posted by: David at April 22, 2005 11:54 PM