“[When Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore." K.V.
vonnegut quote via
clear swimming pool
...When someone asks me to help create a room my first reaction, if I do not already know the person, is to try to feel out what he or she really wants the room to be and to understand, if possible, what "memory," old or new, has brought this idea about.
photo: Gould Auctions
This is straight from Seth Godin's blog today:
This is deceptive.
You don't rock all the time. No one does. No one is a rock star, superstar, world-changing artist all the time. In fact, it's a self-defeating goal. You can't do it.
No, but you might rock five minutes a day.
Five minutes to write a blog post that changes everything, or five minutes to deliver an act of generosity that changes someone. Five minutes to invent a great new feature, or five minutes to teach a groundbreaking skill in a way that no one ever thought of before. Five minutes to tell the truth (or hear the truth).
Five minutes a day you might do exceptional work, remarkable work, work that matters..."
[note to self: five minutes a day seems so do-able, doesn't it? and then there are the days we're able to accomplish even more than five minutes of being a rock star; it all adds up. every little five minutes of effecting change seems like a good thing right now]
Long Tall Sally from Beatles Bible
we've had many many skateboards in our house
and they remind me of what seems, now, a bit
simpler time (but i think memory is playing tricks here)
notes, today, a movie that looks fascinating:
by way of saturdays
Labels: secret forts
Finding myself in agreement
with the very lovely and
talented Helen James on
the point she has made here.
Some (somehow pure) images
haunt you forever. It's art when
that happens, and art that needs
to happen to move life ahead. What
remains (to haunt) right now?
Often, it is a little off.
A tad blurred.
A jaunt. A memory.
The glimmer of a thought. A muse.
To place it on the wall,
to hold it still. To inspire.
A spirit caught in time.
Photo: Wendy Blevan