Not Complaining, Just Observing/Commenting

Okay, first:  it’s snowing.  On October 29.  They’re calling for six inches here in Graterford, PA, and for that reason I will not be going to Manhattan tomorrow — I don’t want Dan to drive here and back in this mess, leaving his parents alone in a house that might lose its power.  I have spent only a few minutes looking at the snow, because I am most physically comfortable here in my desk chair.

My right knee is messed up again.  It’s doing this thing were it pops in and out, and hurts beyond endurance if the joint is adjusted while it is.  And it won’t either straighten or bend all the way.  And it’s hurting really freakin’ bad — so bad I can hardly put weight on it.

I have a pulled muscle in my back that’s keeping me from using my right arm freely.  Okay, but I did take three ibuprofens, and it’s bothering me less.

The good news:  I am not depressed or even unhappy.  I sigh and eat banana bread and drink coffee and don’t feel sorry for myself.  My power is still on (my sister’s is out) and I haven’t even had to turn the thermostat up.  I know where my next meal is coming from, that’s for sure.  The snow is beautiful (I guess; I’ll go look in a minute) and I am inside, not outside like the people moving into the house behind mine.  There are cats here, slinking around looking beautiful and making me wheeze.  Stephen Colbert is not pestering me for attention.  Vlad is not nibbling my shoulder.  (They are currently occupying each other.)  I have hundreds of books.  I don’t feel guilty about the dirty kitchen because I can’t stand up to clean it anyway. 

 

And I really, really need to stop drawing in my notebooks.   Notebooks don’t grow on trees.  I have several sketchbooks, and several very fine drawing pencils, but it’s inconvenient to leave them lying around on desks and tables, and it’s hard to carry them from room to room, and I haven’t seen a pencil sharpener since I moved here.

Know my worst problem today?  COPD?  No.  Sour milk?  No.  Watched all the episodes of Law & Order UK on the DVR?  No.  Son living somewhere else?  No.

I have no way to go out and get cat litter.

Published in: on October 29, 2011 at 11:33 am  Leave a Comment  

Some Pictures I Like

Confession:  If Stephen Colbert appeared at my door in leather, singing Sweet Dreams Are Made of This, rubbing his crotch and announcing his willingness to be whatever I wanted for a night, I would decline.  I no longer want anything in life badly enough to betray Dan Konviser for it.  This is assuming Dan isn’t here expressing his willingness to go along with the shenanegans.

My Lord and Master
Take Me Now

 
Published in: on October 24, 2011 at 5:06 pm  Leave a Comment  

Reality Check

Things I need to do:

  1. turn off the computer
  2. put the groceries away
  3. start that load of towels
  4. shower
  5. clear off the kitchen table
  6. banish, for the nonce, Stephen, Vlad, Cray, Jon, and Silverthorn to the back room to play cribbage and talk about manly things, like aftershave, the coolness of going both ways, and what kind of medieval weaponry works best in modern society
  7. write a thank-you note to Kate, for this:

 

 

Published in: on October 16, 2011 at 11:24 am  Leave a Comment  

Hassan’s Speech

Dec. 1870

Speech by Hassan Ali Barakah to the participants of Istanbul University’s International Arts Conference/Exhibition

My children – my own dear children!  Look about you at your fellow artistes.  You are the colors of the world, a garden watered by the Muses, who are but servants of Allah God.  For two days we have mingled in love and harmony.  We have not found it necessary to change each other, to take what is not ours, to fight, to shed blood, to bring ruin and despair.  We have brought instead love and amity. This love and amity are for all the world. 

I beg you on this day to dedicate your art to ending the cycle of hatred and war that has torn downConstantinoplecountless times over the centuries and that continues to tear apart out planet.  We cannot change the past; we do not want to, because it has delivered us to this moment.  But we can shape the future as the potter shapes the clay. 

Make your art a channel.  Musician, music is a prayer for every language and every religion; pray your music with all your heart.  Poet, you are the interpreter; spread the words of hope and servitude and upright character. Painter, paint Allah God’s encouragement and forgiveness.  Dancer, you perhaps most of all, for on this earth the soul and the body are one and to dance is to give a moving voice to the soul – let it sing of love and brotherhood.  

Your gift is a jewel.  Cut and polish it to reflect the light of Allah God’s will, which is the oneness of his children. 

Do not lose hope.  Do not give up and do not give in; for the men of the sword are many and we are few.  Be relentless.  Persevere.  Answer the blade with the brush, the arrow with the ode, the chariot with the cello – and hatred with a harp. 

Pledge this night to do these two things:

            Love and create.

            Love and create.

            Love and create.

Published in: on October 8, 2011 at 9:42 pm  Leave a Comment  

Sick Again

I have the whole upper/lower respiratory and ears thing going on.  I am on an antibiotic.  I am tired, tired, tired.

I am behind in some of my bookwork, and I should have taken care of it two weeks ago. 

Tomorrow I see Dan!

Stephen and Cray are slow dancing, reading history, singing hymns, and playing Scrabble and cribbage.  Cray is thinking he needs to try harder to find mortals who can accept him, but he realizes (as do so many) that there is no other Stephen Colbert.  I need to bring in some of the English Cousins.

Published in: on October 8, 2011 at 9:34 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Vladverse, starring YKW — Pippin, the Barakahs, Stewbert, Cray, and the Whole Cast of Walking Among the Dead; with a cameo by Violet Poirot

I am going to post a timeline, starting in 1870 and going through the present.  Maybe I will post a family tree of the English Cousins.

Vlad’s latest adventure is the abduction of Stephen Colbert, with whom he is his version of in love.  Cray, in London as Kelly Quinn, has been appointed Stephen’s caretaker, and the two bond over religion and dance.  When Vlad brings Jon Stewart to London as a convincer, Stephen and Cray wind up using love as a weapon against Vlad’s diabolical deeds.  Stephen is eventually released by Vlad — but has he bonded with Cray so strongly that he will give up the man he loves, the man who endured torture for his sake?  And now what!  Stephen is suddenly involved in an international murder investigation, and only Jon can see and talk to the ghost who wants to protect and help clear Stephen’s name.

Published in: on October 6, 2011 at 2:16 pm  Leave a Comment