Early factory work kept me away yesterday. It is just a fact of life. This blog just ain't paying the bills. And so. . . .
So far, 2018 is looking a lot like 2017, except colder. Do people understand that this cold will lead to warmer temperatures and weirder weather than we are used to seeing? I don't think so. They don't act like it. I don't hear people saying it. The news isn't talking about it? I guess it's just too complicated.
My mother says that there has always been changes in the weather.
I have said it before, but it has gotten even worse--I am an Amazon crack addict. Whenever I am feeling low, I just order something. It is stuff that I would buy anyway (I think), things like black and white film, meat scissors (just came a minute ago), books. I just feel badly for not buying these things from brick and mortar stores in my area. But shit, man, it is so hard to get to them any more. It takes forever to get through traffic. Soon the only shops open will be restaurants and bars, things you don't buy online. I don't know how any other businesses will survive.
Last night, I watched a YouTube video on the photographer Mark Cohen. Then I got up and ordered a book of his photographs. It will be here soon. The book is not available anywhere in town, of course, so I've not taken anything away from the local businesses. The ease of buying such things, though, is sure to break me sooner or later. I have been buying a photo book a week. I will soon run out of space for them. I think that they should make high quality digital versions for my sake and others who must live ordinary lives in ordinary spaces. But that won't stop me from buying more.
I am being distracted from this post, so I will give up and close. What has happened to all the time? It seems to be back there, somewhere.
I like that blurry photo from a day or so ago.
ReplyDeletePost Holiday Blues here.
Had a houseful of company for two weeks - jaunts to NYC, Springsteen on Broadway, Crystal Bowl Healing Clinics, eating out and in way too much, long walks in the woods, on the beaches, snow, fires in the fireplace, lots of drinking Old Fashioneds & smoking good pot. Riddle Rooms, Art museums, lots of good laughter ....
now it is very quiet with Christmas decorations left to put away - leftovers that give the rooms a forlorn look - though I think I'll leave my bones & shells on the mantle with the greenery and lights for a while. I like it enough.
It would be nice to now take off for Tanzania - spend the next 6 to 8 weeks there. Split between game driving and the beach. I need to figure out a way to make that happen. Looks like my dreams of the marijuana business are in peril however - Comrade Keebler has stepped in. Fucking elf.
Anyway, C.S. Here's to another year of reading you here at the Cafe. Thanks always for your continued - even during droughts - posting.
all love.
Trump is going to squash the industry anyway. Better to stay underground with the entrepreneurship still, I think. Always a market.
ReplyDeleteYes, so see you in the new year.