And yet, somehow, I remain unassailable: I continue to live on in lalaland. It's the singer - as Jagger sang some forty years ago, not the song. At least to my ear, eye, ego. What are you up to? I hope you're still painting somewhat regularly. I hope as well, you're going to find some meaningless, low pay job - with good people to assuage your sense of absurdity, so that you can contribute to the 'Sweet Jane-ness' of your situation. By the way, the guy who came to the house yesterday to give us a new phone/internet modem and move the system down into our newfangled basement, knew you from the Mall, from Old Navy to be specific.. He was a short, light-haired young man about your age, medium build, Shanahan, I think. Said to say hi, and congratulations on your up coming nuptials... about 15 months away now. Remember, when I was engaged to your mother I was working seven days a week (weekends at the BC switchboard, weekdays at Jordan Marsh (in their 'Sign Shop')), while going to school full time and pretending to write poetry. Busy-ness has a deafening buzz all of its own: a lovely white noise-ness that tends to drown out the little voice saying that much of what you are doing is meaningless... ("Much of what I say in meaningless, but I say it just to reach you..Julia [Lennon/McCartney]) Get busy man! You'll fee better. Well, off to the County Commissioners (talk about white noise)..
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Update from the street..
so to speak, actually from Kiskdadees in Plymouth Center.. had my sax lesson tonight early (at 430) because I have a County Commissioners meeting to attend at 6:30 (in town, at the old court house). Its still raining. Judging by the other PCs in use around me, things are not looking up for the common folk ( a young lady is helping a 30-ish man fill out an online unemployment application). Things are okay with me: still doing the Itex thing with the guy from Fitchburg; getting better on sax (though Dennis says I play the jazz tunes I am trying to learn now with a total lack of swing, bop, funk, rhythm... in short, I turn all the tunes I am attempting (Miles, Wayne, et al) into cream of wheat (but I like Cream of Wheat!?). 
And yet, somehow, I remain unassailable: I continue to live on in lalaland. It's the singer - as Jagger sang some forty years ago, not the song. At least to my ear, eye, ego. What are you up to? I hope you're still painting somewhat regularly. I hope as well, you're going to find some meaningless, low pay job - with good people to assuage your sense of absurdity, so that you can contribute to the 'Sweet Jane-ness' of your situation. By the way, the guy who came to the house yesterday to give us a new phone/internet modem and move the system down into our newfangled basement, knew you from the Mall, from Old Navy to be specific.. He was a short, light-haired young man about your age, medium build, Shanahan, I think. Said to say hi, and congratulations on your up coming nuptials... about 15 months away now. Remember, when I was engaged to your mother I was working seven days a week (weekends at the BC switchboard, weekdays at Jordan Marsh (in their 'Sign Shop')), while going to school full time and pretending to write poetry. Busy-ness has a deafening buzz all of its own: a lovely white noise-ness that tends to drown out the little voice saying that much of what you are doing is meaningless... ("Much of what I say in meaningless, but I say it just to reach you..Julia [Lennon/McCartney]) Get busy man! You'll fee better. Well, off to the County Commissioners (talk about white noise)..
And yet, somehow, I remain unassailable: I continue to live on in lalaland. It's the singer - as Jagger sang some forty years ago, not the song. At least to my ear, eye, ego. What are you up to? I hope you're still painting somewhat regularly. I hope as well, you're going to find some meaningless, low pay job - with good people to assuage your sense of absurdity, so that you can contribute to the 'Sweet Jane-ness' of your situation. By the way, the guy who came to the house yesterday to give us a new phone/internet modem and move the system down into our newfangled basement, knew you from the Mall, from Old Navy to be specific.. He was a short, light-haired young man about your age, medium build, Shanahan, I think. Said to say hi, and congratulations on your up coming nuptials... about 15 months away now. Remember, when I was engaged to your mother I was working seven days a week (weekends at the BC switchboard, weekdays at Jordan Marsh (in their 'Sign Shop')), while going to school full time and pretending to write poetry. Busy-ness has a deafening buzz all of its own: a lovely white noise-ness that tends to drown out the little voice saying that much of what you are doing is meaningless... ("Much of what I say in meaningless, but I say it just to reach you..Julia [Lennon/McCartney]) Get busy man! You'll fee better. Well, off to the County Commissioners (talk about white noise)..
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