I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allen Poe
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
- H. L. Mencken
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
-James Branch Cabell
September 08, 2015 - 11:36 a.m.
I slept late today so it's not so bad that I'm not writing till 10:35. If I don't get distracted I can finish earlier than usual. I used to write these in 20 minutes. Now it takes over an hour. It shouldn't. Of course these used to be about 600 words now they are often twice that. Hey maybe I'll do a throwback Tuesday and write a short entry in 20 minutes.
I failed at Labor Day. I didn't get out of the house to see the Caribbean Parade three blocks from my house. I didn't get into Union Square to buy half-priced bagels. I didn’t take advantage of the perfect weather to then walk from there to 77th street. I vegetated till I made dinner. Even then I failed, I made great Buffalo wings they came out perfect, but I didn't make a potato to go with them. I just did without.
I did have some successes. I showered while the wings were in the oven and wrote a song. Now I always write songs but this time I did two unusual things. I wrote both a melody and a lyric. I usually end up with just a melody or write lyrics to a pre-existing melody. But then came the best part. I recorded it so maybe eventually I'll finish it. It's called, now get this, Buffalo wings on Labor Day. You are supposed to write about what you know. There's actually more to it than that but that's the part I have to finish.
Then I did manage to get out of the house to once again see the terrific Tara O'Grady. That's my default Monday plan. It's not that I go every week but she has a regular gig at the hotel NYLO and I go often. I was going to see I go when I feel up to it but the whole point is that yesterday I didn't feel up to it and that's why it was imperative to go. I get to hear great music and see a friend, can't beat that. It's a hotel bar gig so she does lots of standards, I will always hear something I have never heard her do before. Last night was even better as she debuted a new original song. I'm the first one to hear it. It's very good, you just want to dance to it. Not sure how much I'm allowed to say about it so I'll leave it at that.
When I walked into the hotel I heard a guitar playing "Here Comes the Sun" That's not her usual fare. It wasn't her, she hadn't started; they were playing the Beatles on the hotel sound system. That was cracking Tara up as she has to learn that for a wedding she's playing. She was discussing it with her band when it started playing in the house. Then she did it. The problem is that she did the James Taylor/Yo Yo Ma version. The tempo is totally different so it was hard for her as she was just learning it and just heard the Beatles version. I never heard the James Taylor version so I just listened now. I'm not a fan of James Taylor and this demonstrates why. He takes this great song with bounce and turns it into another sensitive singer/songwriter drone albeit one with a killer cello player.
Tara got excited over her dinner and showed me her picture of it. Good she made the picture public so I can post it. I'm taking that as permission. If not, sorry Tara.
I knew there was a reason I loved Tara. That's my kind of food porn. I have to get hat next time I go there. I made a note of the name of the place. Sugar and Plumm. That's the chocolatelove. Yes it's all one word.
The commute was difficult. I got on the . I got on the express track, then it ran local. I switched to the . It then ran local. So the usual 13 stop trip was now 28 stops. I was surprised it was only 15 extra stops but realized it's because the has a stretch between Atlantic Terminal and Chambers Street where it stops at ever station. There was no explanation of why it was running local. That's why I arrived just in time not 20 minutes early like I had planned. Coming home I took the the whole way and it again ran local.
Ok I finished in just under an hour. It's 11:32. But I only wrote 775 words. So this is short but it was not fast. I wasted too much time. I have therapy today for the first time in almost a month. I wish I remembered all the trauma I had. I know that I had a rough time but that's not that useful to say during therapy.
I signed the Pro-Truth Pledge:
please hold me accountable.
Memories: Not that Horrid Song - May 29, 2018
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