19 August
2014
0920 hrs
(c) Properfessor
Good
Morning, Patient Reader!
There's a one-armed youth walking down the street . . . well, I guess you gotta hand it to him; to him and his disarming nature, that is. I don't know what else it is about him . . . i guess you could say that I am stumped. Can't put my finger on it. My recollection is all thumbs. Maybe I'll wrestle it out later. Single-handedly.
Well here it is, Tuesday A.M., and I
am here at home writing away.
Yes,
summer term has come to an end and it is time for me to take a break. Pretty great, because goddam if I don’t need
one. I really do.
Got A’s in both classes this last term; pretty happy about that. Both
science classes, you see- Psych
and Human Sexuality
. . . none of that subjective grading one finds with
art classes . . . of course, art classes are all I am taking, for the most
part, from now on.
(c) Properfessor
I am taking two photography classes-
one centered on documentary photography specifically.
I am also taking another psych-type class, as
well as two Phys. Ed; Ballroom Dance is the first,
and Meditation
the second. Pretty well-rounded term, ahem, if you ask me,
Patient Reader . . . you did ask me .
. . right?
And what is it I plan on doing this
next month or so off?
Well, there are a
few original songs I would like to record, while I have the time, and I would
also like to finish up that Ballerina movie.
I still need to get the last few shots, but that will all come together.
Right now I am listening toShine On You Crazy Diamond, Part I by
Pink Floyd, off of the Wish You Were Here
album released way back in 1975 . . . yes, L’s and G’s; Si, Damas y Caballeros . . . nineteen
fucking seventy-five. 39 years ago, one
of the greatest bands released this odd tribute album to Syd Barrett,
and it consists
of some of what it arguably the best guitar work ever recorded, courtesy of
David Gilmour.
In a moment, I will be Welcomed to
the Machine,
invited to Have a Cigar,
Wished that I was Here,
and then there
will be Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Part
II to finish bookending the album.
Ahh. Messers Pink and Floyd . . .
thanks, all.
Yesterday, I received a 24-hour notice from the Lord of Lands that my apartment will be spot-inspected. Actually, all of the tenants here received
such notification. So until that happens
I have to hang out and make sure that Things Get Done. I have a bathroom sink that leaks water like
a fistula-afflicted resident
of a non-developed country, if I may be so fucking
indelicate. Yes? Splendid!
So I just need to be sure that said
leak is taken care of. Then I can go
about my day, going about my day.
Looking forward to that, I must say- to quote Ed Grimley.
I am re-watching the meth-soaked
series Breaking Bad . . . man, what a
great show. Excellent writing and acting. Many directors were used throughout the
course of the series, and yet they all managed to keep a constant theme running
throughout and still add their own creative touches to the pieces. I am in the middle of season four, the end of
which we will see a certain poultry entrepreneur loses face amid his waning
empire.
I am taking a break from that
right now, just so I can greet and pass along the needed necessities to you,
Patient Reader.
It has been unseasonably warm here
in the PAC NW, Patient Reader, and I am quite ready for it to start cooling
down a bit. In fact, today it is
supposed to be a whole four degrees
colder than it was yesterday. Whoo and Pee.
My friend Shmanthony has
had a
temporary setback regarding his phone, and I need to get a hold of him on his
land line later today . . . Gotta keep in touch with the Dude . . . because as
we all know, The Dude Abides . . .
I have downloaded the
entire series (so far)
Orange Is the New Black,
so I imagine
I’ll be starting to view those sometime during my extended and very much-needed
vacay . . . did I mention I am on an extended and much-needed vacay? Well, Dammit . . . I am.
Since the summer solstice
is long-past,
we are losing two minutes of day per day.
I need to get out to the peaks of one of these hills and take pics of
the sunset, soon. Especially before it
starts getting cold. Look for new pics,
soon.
No new rants to speak of, really
. .
. just the same old story; same old song and dance, my friends . . . so I believe
I shall let you all get on about your days.
There’s Breaking Bad to which
I must attend. Catch y’all on the
flip-side? Splendid!
Always,
The Cunning
Fennec Fox . . .
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