Winter Mornings

The flotsam is knee deep these days.

• A Winter Morning in Erving 

  • 5:30am rise and shower

  • let out ducks/chickens

  • get duck water - 2 trips to the brook down the hill with the bucket. Watch for slippery spots.

    • Find safe spot to break through

  • got and read the morning Recorder newspaper

  • made the coffee - fresh ground beans

  • prepped and started dinner - moose roast in a crock pot with onion, cider vinegar, stock etc

  • Read a little 

    • Joseph Andrews (1748)

  • Did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen

  • Made and ate 1 of our eggs

  • Recorded and published I hit Rock with Hammer S2 EP4

  • Drive into Greenfield for 9 am

• Some time in the 1980s before I was 12 years old on warm sunny days my father would dress me and my brother like plains Indians and we would give presentations to various groups about the indigenous people of America. It didn't seem to bother me all that much that I was not an Indian and that the plains Indians didn't represent New England at all. I didn't really question it. I remember once we went to a Boy Scout camp, where there were Boy Scouts visiting from Russia it was a sort of foreign exchange thing and there I was a chubby white kid from a trailer who had no Indian blood there to represent the indigenous people. I felt like a rockstar. 

• ART INSTALLATION idea: String up Christmas Trees (real if possible, fake if not) in a big open space like MassMOCA so that they look like missiles launching, converging, and exploding.

• A STORY without the story : The Case of the case of Stolen Stollen, or Michael Kane's My Cocaine.

• A STORY prompt: Write about Eliza, the girl that Edgar Allen Poe dedicated so many tales to who died a well-known Shakespearean reader, unmarried at 76 years old. Did they have a secret emotional relationship that fed them both?

• A Children's Story about racism - The Ombre Hombre 

• Thought: Emotions are real things, just as real as snow and bricks.

• Invention: Miasma Inhaler - an inhaler with a bad smell for appreciating fresh air more.

• TShirt: SCREEN GOT YOUR SOUL

• two chippys came a tumblin' 

down this side o'hill

a'most acrossed my toes

So lost in Play

So flush with Will

• How many times have I convulsed at the rejection to my own death? I know I'm not yet ready.

• Splerf the Derbs

• most Russian classics are tragedies, not because their lives were more tragic than any other ethnicities, and not because their cultural focus is on the tragic, but rather because they found the most beauty in attempting to describe the essentially ineffable. some cultures chose to make their focus romance, which is really just a mashup of youth and beauty, and others adventure, which are infinite variations on Sisyphus. 

• DEPORT THE BILLEGALS (Ban the Billionaires)

• "You remind me of a Train Station bathroom I once threw up in"

• "I set up a "Go Fuck Yourself Page" for you and you're already fully funded."

• I think a part of growing up that people don't always talk about is having to come to the realization that your own death won't be a tragedy. That you've passed the hallmarks that will keep you considered youthful enough for your death to be tragic and that you haven't and likely won't contribute sufficiently enough to society for more than your close friends and family to really even noticed the loss. that's not morose at all. 

• My new doctor is so good he cured my uncured salami

• I was in my mid 30s the first time I ever got high smoking weed. It was on the back deck of the windsor office on Center Street in Northampton on the second floor out on the fire escape.  my coworker and buddy, Russell, packed a bowl, showed me how to hit it, and then we went to a bar on Main Street and I had a very nice conversation with a local jeweler named QUOTLI.  It was a fantastically wonderful night.  I'm glad I waited until I was an adult.