- My tailbone hurts from sitting in a loafing position all day.
- I am getting low on wiper fluid, which is bad, because there’s lots of salt on the roads right now, meaning that I have to ration it when I drive, the wiper fluid, squirting just enough at one time to clean a little spot on the windshield enough to see the road.
- I plan to get more wiper fluid when I fill my tank tonight.
- It turns out I am a cabbage-soup-diet recidivist. I swore never to do this again because glucose starvation made me so demented last time, yet here I am again, three kilos down for the time being. I’m doing okay, though. I was a wreck yesterday, but concentration and so on is better today.
- It was foggy on the part of my morning commute where I drive through the woods, and the trees were covered with frost.
- I can’t find my Bach cello suites CDs, which sucks because I am currently trying to learn part of a suite right now. I suck at cello, by the way, but less than I thought I did, and less than I used to.
- Being a beggar, I cannot be a chooser.
- I’m really enjoying “The Rest is Noise.” It is a useful history of 20th-century music, because when I finish reading it, not only will I have a general idea of the current state of music, I will also be able to crack coconuts with a single blow. Here is a site that goes with the book.
- I am so hungry for bacon. My wife and I are going to a ball this weekend, and should be practicing our dance steps, which we seem to have forgotten (or, which I seem to have, at least) but so far we’ve been too knackered.
- Metamorphosism Valentine’s Day Limerick Contest 2010 starts next week. This year with even more arbitrary rules and biased judging!
- This might be the first time I’ve ever finished one of these lists.
- I could go on and on.
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Recalling my goal of landing some free-lance writing work I have decided to get in a little practice doing some more serious (or at least more commercial) writing here and learning from your comments. Pam mentioned this article in a recent tweet. Apparently some guy wrote it and Wired bought it. I found the article humorous yet incomplete. Only five things? I could think of at least five more. Then it occurred to me, in view of the above-mentioned, that I could always write my list and post it here.
So here it is: Five More Things Not to Let the Kids Bring into the Car
1. A Saturday Night Special
Not the band, and not the gun.
Especially not the gun. A Saturday night special is dangerous only at close range. Inaccurate at any distance greater than five feet, it is useless in a road rage situation, and eventually the kids will get the drop on you and you’ll end up driving to the mall everytime you get in the car. Or wherever it is kids like to drive to nowadays.
2. A Barbary ape
YOU DO NOT WANT A BARBARA APE IN YOUR CAR UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES! NOT EVEN ONE!
THEY ARE NOT CUTE AND THEY ARE NOT FUNNY!
BARBARY APES ARE THE ASSWIPES OF THE ANIMAL KINGDOM!! DON’T LET ANY INTO YOUR CAR, NOT EVEN ONE!
Everyone wants to get their kids interested in science, and to support this interest wherever they can. Antimatter, however, has no place in traffic.
According to the current Wikipedia article on antimatter, “… mixing matter and antimatter would lead to the annihilation of both in the same way that mixing antiparticles and particles does, thus giving rise to high-energy photons (gamma rays) or other particle–antiparticle pairs.”
Few things are more distracting when driving than high-energy photons.
4. A nest of wasps
We all know how distracting (and dangerous!) a single wasp can be. Well, imagine having an entire nest of wasps in your car!
Barbary apes are nothing next to a nest of wasps.
If you had a nest of wasps in your car, you’d be wishing for a Barbary ape instead.
Or a Saturday night special.
Or even antimatter, depending on the amount.
5. William Shatner
William Shatner’s rendition of the Beatles’ “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” is epic, I just heard it on the radio. I was going to include a link here, but just do a search, I don’t know what is legal anymore and what isn’t.
Likewise, his readings of Sarah Palin’s beat poetry were also genius.
At first. But, you know. We get it, Mr. Shatner.
Can you imagine trying to drive while he’s reading Sarah Palin’s Facebook status updates or something?
I had a list of things I wanted to accomplish before turning 50. In no particular order, here it is, as near as I can recall. Contrary to the title of this post, some of them I actually accomplished. See the footnotes for more details.
- Fix the silicone caulking in the kitchen.1
- Sand and paint the fence.2
- Fix the downstairs doors so they don’t drag along the floor.3
- Start drawing Bug comix again.4
- Compose something for a string quartet for some kids.5
- Figure out my electric cello.6
- Get an amp for it.7
- Compose a percussion piece to be played by slapping spatulas on Dame Helen Mirren’s naked body.8
- Publish a book.9
- Publish a story.10
- Submit stories, at least.11
- Make a list of potential places to submit stories.12
- Write a list of 50 things I want to do before I am 50.13
- Lalalalala. No one reads these lists past 10, amirite?14
- Learn to paint.15
- Build a treehouse.16
- Learn to fly.17
- Learn to ride a motorcycle.18
- Learn to speak Chinese.19
- Climb Mt. Everest.20
- Acquire as many crossbows as a man needs.21
- Zombie sword. Zombie sword.22
- Lose 15 kg.23
- Learn ballroom dancing.24
- Learn wine basics.25
- Communicate with my father.26
- Make up with my wife.27
- Establish career as nude photographer.28
- Learn to bake bagels.29
- Learn to bake sourdough bread.30
- Drive across the USA.31
- Take the Trans-Siberian railroad.32
- Learn to scuba dive.33
- Learn to throw a knife.34
- Quit smoking.35
- Stop being depressed.36
- Overcome shyness.37
- Prostate exam.38
- Learn cello.39
- Learn basic electronics.40
- Throw a party for my friends.41
- Learn the art of invisibility.42
- Get rid of a bunch of junk.43
- Get the yard looking good.44
- Get a tortoise tattoo.45
- Make a few good friends.46
- Give away all my junk and move to a Zen monastery where they happen to teach you badass fighting skills, too.47
- Work from home.48
- Invent something clever.49
- Be illuminated.50
2fail, so far this year, although in my defense i have been waiting for warmer weather. will get it done this summer.
3fail, as last weekend’s houseguests can testify.
4fail. although i have been noting ideas.
5started to do this, but it was rejected as too difficult to play. it was minimalistic, with long stretches of repetition, and would have been too hard for the kids to keep track. instead, they composed a piece themselves, which is even cooler.
6am starting to do this. will be easier, i suppose, when i have an amp.
7working on this. many friends gave money towards this at my party, and I’m going shopping with a musician friend this saturday. some friends actually gave me a small, old guitar amp at the party as a joke. i tried it out this morning and despite its size, it cranks. but don’t tell alpha i already have an amp, or she wouldn’t appreciate me getting one suitably large.
8working on it. although i have the impression that the composition would be the easy part of this project, and getting dame helen to go along with it would be more difficult, with her busy schedule.
9to do this one must write one first, which i was working on, although i recently took a break to write some short stories.
10working on this. strictly speaking, i have actually published stories, but that was many years ago.
11i’m submitting stories every week. so, not fail.
13working on it. this is a pain in the ass, though. any list i write is bound to be arbitrary. maybe i’ll reserve the right to change it as necessary.
14wow, you’re even reading the footnotes! respect!
15i have painted abstract paintings i and/or others like, but it’s more a therapeutic, mystical process at the moment than an artistic one. looking over another 50 list i just found, i see another version: “paint enough pictures to have an exhibition, whether or not i actually ever have an exhibition.” this would be a nice goal, actually, and i even know a great cellar to have an exhibition in, although the light is not so great, being underground and stuff.
16acrophobia and the lack of big trees made this impossible as a kid. although i have overcome acrophobia, a lack of big trees continues to vex me.
17won a flying lesson at the age of 11 in a contest of some kind and have liked the idea of flying since then. no time, though.
18fail. i decided it would be too dangerous.
19fail, or, if you accept a substitution of rudimentary japanese for chinese, success.
20fail, unless you accept a substitution of walking up mt. fuji.
21success, if you belong to the “a man needs zero crossbows” camp.
22fail, although this is a non-negotiable must. a H&K repeating shotgun would also be swell, but i accept certain persons’ antipathy to firearms. also, it’s not like i really have any need for such a thing. it’s more an object to be admired theoretically, or from afar, like helen mirren.
23working on it
24working on it
25fail. switched to single malt for a while, because there was less competition. that is, fewer people could wax rhapsodic about whiskey than about wine. simply saying, hrm, iodine aftertaste, must be an islay and you were an expert, as long as you avoided actual experts.
26fail, for the most part. we were on good terms when he died, we were always on good terms, he was patient with me, but i have this feeling that i let him down without meaning to.
27this currently looks like success. no doubt the purely academic nature of goal #8 helps.
28fail. this was a boyhood goal, fueled less by aesthetic interests than you know.
29success. still perfecting them though.
30fail, but have not given up hope.
31fail, so far.
32success. 1986, i think. highly recommend it, if you don’t mind the idea of sitting in a train for 2 weeks. once would be enough for me, though.
34fail. have tried this, and learned that it’s harder than it looks. finding a place to practice is also harder than one would imagine.
36have been lucky in this regard lately. exercise helps. still sufficiently melancholy, but have not experienced extended uncontrollable depression for a long time. brief depression while exhausted or stressed, yes, but it has passed rapidly, lately.
37success. i made a speech at my birthday party. i am not going to start selling encyclopedias door-to-door any time soon, but i stood in front of 50 people, okay, friends but still, the idea would have filled me with terror recently, and told them what i thought of them. i told myself this was necessary given the occasion, so no one had to twist my arm. it really made me happy. i got choked up and had to stop before i’d said everything i planned, but it sufficed; and it was probably good that i didn’t sing “kilkelly, ireland” as i had briefly considered. knowing when to quit is half the battle. i subscribe to the opinion that it is a good thing to tell people what you think of them sometimes, at least if it is positive, and i appreciated having the chance to do this. looking at a roomful of people who had accepted my invitation and come, i was surprised to realize i had so many kind and thoughtful friends. i have been perceiving the world differently in the days since then, and not only because i’m fucking exhausted from 1. the partying and 2. cleaning (although the guests were extremely clean and well-behaved).
38really should make an appt. it’s been a couple years.
39working on it. here too, i’ve surprised myself by sticking to it, although i would suck less if i practiced more.
40fail, electronophobia. although a book i recently bought about hacking electric objects to make simple instruments is motivating me to pick up a soldering iron. i showed it to a friend who knows the vegetable orchestra, and she told me they have the same book and have been experimenting with it. that’s how cool i am!
41success. about 60 people came. my only regret was that i didn’t have enough time to spend more time hanging out with each person.
42fail, mostly. except in restaurants and with taxis. man, i get my money’s worth out of that joke, don’t i? but it’s true. however, i generally don’t feel the need to be invisible as much as i once did, which i think is a good thing.
43working on it.
44working on it, although i’m trying to train it to look good with a minimum of labor on my part. did put in a nice little vegetable garden this summer. if it works i’ll make a larger one next year.
45maybe some day.
46way exceeded this one, despite my rotten character. people are basically beautiful, and intelligent, and funny and talented, and they all like me. or are really good at faking it. i used to suspect the latter, but i’m getting over that.
47outgrew this one, i think
48have managed to avoid this so far. there are some serious pros and cons to this.
49This would be the Chaos Coefficient, if you ask me. As well as the idea that efficiency is good for individuals but bad for societies, in certain ways. C=(f+p)f is the formula for the chaos coefficient, where “f” is the number of family members living under your roof, and “p” is the number of pets you have. It is an approximate measure of the average chaos level you can expect in your life.
50i was super illuminated in the night of 8 may, because i had a sore back and took some muscle relaxant, expecting to go to bed early, but friends dropped in and one thing led to another and i felt awful just giving them one beer, but i was out, so i got out the jameson, and as they say on the warning label, do not mix with muscle relaxants. i was so relaxed that when my wife came out to the terrace to say hi, she thought i was my friend and gave me a hug and said welcome back to austria, nice to see you again. of course, the friend shares birthdays with me so we’re practically twins. and when i stood up, i fell right back down again, although i adjusted quickly. so illumination has its pros and cons, too.
3.30 AM is a good time to write. The house is quiet, except for the kittens rolling around the kitchen floor in a Tupperware mixing bowl, their current favorite toy after the concert harp, which is off-limits. Gamma is sleeping upstairs, Alpha is in Japan and Beta went back to her dorm last night.
If you close the kitchen door, Gamma can’t hear you when you slam your forehead on the kitchen table to wake yourself up every ten minutes.
In this fashion, 2000 words get written in, roughly, 2 hours.
Random words, mostly: