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Eavesdropping, Big-City Blonde
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And, cafe this morning, eavesdropping, my table behind the Big-City Blonde. She's moved back to Nelson, according to a mutual acquaintance, only - to listen to her, she's not.
She's a big day-timer, an 8X11 inch binder with which she schedules her life, I'd make fun of it but really, having a schedule seems like a positively good thing. I mean, I have one after a fashion, only it's perpetually being upended by work and annual inspections.
Anyways, eavesdropping, not even, she talks loudly with purpose, the intent that the whole cafe knows her business, and I'm not sure that it's not a little bit for my benefit...
...so she's moving back to Vancouver, been here a couple of weeks, dating pool is too small, she really wants to get married...
...she's 40, beautiful, and I'm wondering where the hell do you come from that marriage is a priority, but - I've met others of the ilk, it's a thing, for certain people, and while I'm looking like that guy who stares into the camera, disbelief at what he's hearing, "am I the only sane one here...?" expression on my face, trying not to be obvious, because now she's got her camera out to take a selfie and I don't want my incredulous expression to be showing up in the background...
The Annual Inspection
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And an email, the annual unit inspection, and - as if I didn't already know I'm being confronted with my shoddy housekeeping and the hoarding up of artist materials. I need to find a way to make this all work.
I pop by the office, try and bribe the building manager with some of the tasty kimchi I made the other day, but she's having none of it...
It's good, it's gotten a bit much this mess that sees me heading to the library rather than deal with all the skeletons I've pulled from the closet and laid out upon the floor, and while I'm rebelling against at what at most amounts to 2 or 3 hours work it will - once accomplished - ease my soul.
The Fastest Brick in the World
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MacBook Air Yosemite, this morning, writing, all artistic on my Apple. I think to go to Chat GPT, I have some questions, and I discover that like tinyMCE it won't load. I get "Site security" issues, apparently Chat GPT is feeling insecure. And upon ignoring those, proceeding with caution, at my own risk, am confronted with a blank screen.
This, of course, is BS, and I'm getting rapidly annoyed with what is proving to be the fastest brick in the world.
Dark as the Grave wherein my Friend is Laid - Malcolm Lowry
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This took far too long to read.
It's autobiographical, the author simply swaps out the lead character for himself, returning to Mexico after a long hiatus, with a new wife, afraid of confronting old people, situations, trying to put right a past that can't be put right or in any sort of order.
He's an alcoholic, forever struggling against the temptation of another drink, and - for a book containing relatively little action, it's a masterpiece of the interior life of the chaotic and suffering artist.
Now - a masterpiece is true, and his prose is magnificent, the directions his mind takes - unravelling memory, experience, sleep, the perpetually neurotic over analyzing of the minutiae of life, the failure to take both remedial and obvious steps, well, I get it. I get it too well. And so it's uncomfortable, we've a great deal in common, if only I possessed a teaspoon of his talent, and so it took forever to read and now, now, finally it's done.
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