No-Color Walls
Ok. I'm in my very own office now. As yet it is bare and chunks of paint have been ripped by tape from the walls. The walls which are the most nondescript color I have seen. I can't even name the tones. Light-brownish, almost with pink but not, but not really brown either. It's no color at all except that I can see it. I'm hoping if I sit here long enough looking at it that I might shift into an alternate state of consciousness, transcend, become enlightened, become the hospital's house buddha.
As of this morning, Ganesh, the elephant-headed god, is on my computer screen: the Hindi god of fortune and prosperity, as I have just learned from the trusty Internet.
I also learned recently: zeitgeber, German for "time-giver". It's my new favorite word. I read it in an article for the s____ m_______ journal. I don't remember it's context but I'm sure it was riveting.
It's cold in here so I don't think I'll take my clothes off as planned. My nose is cold, my fingers are cold, my toes are cold, my eyeballs have frosted over. But I have a CD player. In celebration and necessitation of acquiring my office I went to Best Buy and bought a CD player ( in the BOOM BOX section--something about that term makes me uncomfortable), the new Beta Band and the new Sonic Youth. The new Beta Band inparticular makes me rather ecstatic.
(I've been using words like rather and quite lately, having just listened to the audio version of Through the Looking-Glass, one of my favorite books ever. Am I the Red King? Are you?)
Also ecstasy in this Sunday's episode of Six Feet Under. At last again this one contained what previous episodes had that hooked me. I laughed until I felt embarrassed, I cried, and I got thrown off.
This is what I want: to be thrown off three times a day, at least, so that there is no more sleeping through the sluggish numb world; e.g., all in the same day a doctor moons me in the hallway, water tastes like cabernet-savignon, and out of the vast blue I win a no-strings-attached trip to Rome.
Here's to office life.
As of this morning, Ganesh, the elephant-headed god, is on my computer screen: the Hindi god of fortune and prosperity, as I have just learned from the trusty Internet.
I also learned recently: zeitgeber, German for "time-giver". It's my new favorite word. I read it in an article for the s____ m_______ journal. I don't remember it's context but I'm sure it was riveting.
It's cold in here so I don't think I'll take my clothes off as planned. My nose is cold, my fingers are cold, my toes are cold, my eyeballs have frosted over. But I have a CD player. In celebration and necessitation of acquiring my office I went to Best Buy and bought a CD player ( in the BOOM BOX section--something about that term makes me uncomfortable), the new Beta Band and the new Sonic Youth. The new Beta Band inparticular makes me rather ecstatic.
(I've been using words like rather and quite lately, having just listened to the audio version of Through the Looking-Glass, one of my favorite books ever. Am I the Red King? Are you?)
Also ecstasy in this Sunday's episode of Six Feet Under. At last again this one contained what previous episodes had that hooked me. I laughed until I felt embarrassed, I cried, and I got thrown off.
This is what I want: to be thrown off three times a day, at least, so that there is no more sleeping through the sluggish numb world; e.g., all in the same day a doctor moons me in the hallway, water tastes like cabernet-savignon, and out of the vast blue I win a no-strings-attached trip to Rome.
Here's to office life.
2 Comments:
Awesome. Cock gobbler is indeed relevant in today's world. When I think about it, relevant to all times and cultures in some way or another.
Yes! Omphalos is another favorite word of mine. I learned it in my college Greek class. There were three people in that class. No cock gobbling.
Christ, Kate. I haven't read, heard, or used that kind of language since I was in college. I bow down.
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