Thursday, November 29, 2018

"Snapped together in your landscape
We are heat stains
Magnetized by the night-light-
-as a feather
I would suffer for your landscape
In the moon haze
All that's left are our bloodlines"

-Landscapes, by Talos

I looked up the song on Genius.com to see what others say about the lyrics. There are currently zero interpretations. Or annotations. Maybe it's not popular enough, or maybe it's one of those songs that feels complete, conclusive, factual in its poetry.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Ray Bradbury says to write every day. Good advice. Or maybe it's an order. Whatever it is I will follow it.

I can recount a dream I had recently. I was my corporeal self (I'm not always strictly myself in dreams) and trapped in a large Ikea/Costco type store. Massive, multi-level, and no sign of an exit. I was being hunted by a giant humanoid dressed in a black coat and hat. The being was shaped like a man, proportionately, just 8 feet tall. Its face was white, blank, and expressionless. Like it was a plastic mask, but wasn't.

The store was huge, devoid of any other people, and only had safety lights on. I knew I was being hunted, and ran through the aisles, searching. Eventually I found a section that had some tools on display. I grabbed a large saw and held it in both hands, like a staff. I backed up against a wall and waited.

The being appeared directly in front of me. I glared into its flat, black eyes, raised my saw, and let out a hiss from the back of my throat, like a feral cat.

I awoke to the sound of my own hissing. So I guess that worked.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Having a week off of work was good for me. I realized some things. First, I'm running out of ways to rearrange my living room. Second, I need to read more. My brain likes it. Watching YouTube has become my default. Passively consuming assorted bits of entertainment. Niche topics, usually. Could be watching nature documentaries or history. Instead of clips of cartoons.

I joked about purchasing a hideaway bed that folds up into the wall. That way my days off aren't spent entirely in the sack. I'll get up, fold up the bed, get showered and dressed, and then go lie on the couch if I want to keep sleeping in. It will need one of those timer locks like pharmaceutical safes. Goes up at 8 am, doesn't come back down until 7 pm.

Until I devise such a contraption, I'll try to just get up and drink a whole bunch of tea.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Stayed up a little late last night watching "Hold The Dark". Had the front door open. It was cool enough to wear my pea coat, as long as I was only in my underwear. Which I was.

Drank chamomile tea with copious amounts of honey.

Friday, October 05, 2018

Stumbled across a band called "Rainbow Kitten Surprise". Digging it.

Digging other things. Ditches and holes. Or I would be if I weren't trying to avoid injuring my feet. Walking every day gives me very little in the way of recovery time.

Might be time for new shoes.

Monday, October 01, 2018

We can speak of neglect. A lack of proper attentiveness. Stagnation. Everything is connected.

This weekend I went over to Emma's to hang out for a bit. There was also a gathering at Jen and Alan's but I didn't go. Stagnation creeping int other things. Felt bad.

Stayed up too late last night. Read a bit. Tried to stay off the cell phone. I need the quiet.

There is a hurricane, Hurricane Rosa, whose remnants brought rain last night. I opened the front door and the dogs sat and looked out. Watch dogs, watching and watching. Need to build a little porch for them to sit out when the weather's cool. Maybe I'll sit on the porch as well and cast a baleful eye at all who pass.

Friday, September 21, 2018

I'm back, baby.

Kelly and I went to San Diego for a few days. We took the hounds along. Watson finally got to see the beach. He loved it, although the first day he drank a bunch of salt water and was a bit sick. I think he learned the second day and didn't try to drink the ocean completely dry.

Walking back from the beach, I admired the seaside homes with their nautical theming and large windows. What a lovely home to be lonely in, I thought.

We came home, and I had a couple more days off. I took the boys to the bus stop in the morning, just like I used to. It got me out of bed at a reasonable hour, which was also a plus. I read a book, walked and gamed, did some laundry. Even threw away a bit of stuff.

I felt lost in time. I'm trying to view my home as the space that nurtures behaviors. How to make it nurture the behaviors I want is the hard part.

I need a bed that folds up into the wall, and then gets locked in by a timer. So I can resist its pillowy siren call.