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Snow...
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And the snow, falling the first day of December and every day since.
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...
The first day, postings on Facebook of a list of streets to avoid, one watched 3 accidents in 15 minutes, to embark down the hill, steep, 45 degrees, sheer ice, and uncontrolled slide into parked cars, this is the moment a lot of people realize they shouldn't have parked on the hill, they should have put on winter tires, and a hundred other such considerations as the slip-slide uncontrollably down the mountain...
By the second the idiots have largely been culled, now it's just the wintry days and perpetual snow, absolutely beautiful, this town could easily be the setting for a Hallmark Christmas Film.
A Desk
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A Desk...
Small, but it holds all the books I've read the past couple of years.
Which leads to some choices, and I begin the cull today:
Mark Twain, letters...gone
Anais Nin....gone
Henry Miller...gone...
Nabokov...gone
Now, my removing books is not necessarily an indication of quality, it's indicative of whether I will possibly in time return to them.
These are books I have no need to revisit.
And so, all in all, at the end about 30 books, culled from the shelf. The bookstore takes all but three: "6 Fictional Walks in the Woods" - Eco, "Republic of Whores" - Czech, and "The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck" which I never read but probably picked up for someone at work and failed to give to them. Clearly I didn't give a f*ck.
And this, the lightest of purges, I could go again, go deeper, I mean, there is not enough life left to revisit every book I've read, and while there are those I want to keep - eg: Bernal Diaz - "The Conquest of New Spain", and I have a copy already, but damn, as sideways as my adventures go I've got nothing on him.
And there are others, and I can see a slight unconscious process at work, clear the debris of my learning and the path becomes clear, this is where I am, this is where I'm going, the shelves are due a few more scourings, but it's a start.
Otherwise, the desk, it lends a nice wooden tone to an apartment completely lacking in character. Oak, small, but suited to the space, it lights the fire under my ass to get rid of the rocks cluttering the living room and make the space "livable", after a fashion, it would help a great deal to make some commitment towards entertaining...
As for my writing, it's taking a bit of a hit, I'm out of internet for the month, a week to go before the new plan kicks in, so as time and the library permit...
Upgrading phone plan, yet again!!!
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And, checking my data usage, finding that whereas I used to use about 8 GB a month, having updated to 45 GB find that I've almost used it all.
It seems my Internet usage is a balloon that will expand to fill up any vacuum.
So back online, a new promotional plan, double my usage on full 5-G for a mere $5.00 more.
I'm down.
Now I'd better not use this up...
The Gallery Opening...
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A new show, finally, at the local art gallery. Long overdue, these shows occupy the mind for maybe half an hour - tops, then hang around town another 3-4 months afterwards.
We need a quicker turn-around.
Anyways, I'd tried to go on Friday night, the shows opening, possibly of interest to me as the artist made mention of "local geology" which, as you might expect, got me going.
But Friday night it's packed, to the gills, and moving through the the hoi polloi, all of whom are too busy hob-nobbing to make way or for easy passage through the gallery. It's impossible.
So I return Saturday, when the gallery's empty, and ....
Well, it's discouragingly "modern", by which the artist is simply using words like "geology" to drag me in, there's very few rocks, and the rocks she's used are boring, and instead of being lovingly sculpted she's simply added shapes to them with modelling clay (I'd had the same idea, but imagined it carved from the living rock...). A few curtains dusted with mica, a few map-type thingies which are hardly art, this is bollocks.
The other gallery opening is tomorrow, and I'm not sure I want to invest any hope in this...
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