Monday, December 20, 2004

Going, going...

gone? Maybe, since my posts are becoming more and more random (also see: arbitrary) and rare.

I've been reading a great book. Torture the Artist . A nice little ditty re: the idea that pain and suffering reap the best quality fruit (i.e. Art). A prevalent idea. I tend not to agree because, really, that would just suck! I deem myself creative, an artist and I'd like to think that my peak doesn't necessarily have to be inhabited alone, rejected, doubtful and full of hope. Because I think that it is that formula which would bring about touching works. To experience all that horribleness but still have hope, even against your will. And, to put that hope on paper, or canvas or in a chord.

But, many times people paint works filled with dispair. So, how does the aforementioned formula fit, here?

I don't know. Either way, the book basically posed the question that if given the choice, would you (the talented artist) choose a life of normalcy with the daily grind, the daily heartaches, the litte but lasting joys, the commonality of the average Joe's life vs. finding solace in the dogge pursuit of reaching your potential, birthing beloved masterpieces that will be praised and referred to for years beyond that which your naysayers and contemporaries died, at the cost of fullfillment (also, remember that you may still be dirt poor, but your grandkids--if you, somehow, had any--would be rollin' in it).

Man, it seems so simple. I think anyone would choose door number one. The thing is, these people who've walked this darker path didn't think they had a choice. Or didn't see the other door...or rather they saw it as locked, barred and chained.

I think they go down that path hoping to find another way in to door number one. Since the most obvious way is inaccessible for them.

But, still. I guess my point is that great art can come from completely functional people, too.

So, anyway, I liked this book. The way it tackled that topic was interesting. The ending was a bit contrived...I assume to help make that all important, climatic full circle between the narrator and the narrator's subject.

But, it was a good read that made me think. And, as Martha would say, "It's a good thing."

Plus, my vocabulary has grown a bit. That's because the wording in the novel is not pretentious, it's accessible. It's not on the level of "See Jane Run," but your trips to the dictionary are infrequent and worth the effort.

The book is funny without trying too hard. It's disturbing and what's even more disturbing is that the main character-whose been horrible!-doesn't become unlikeable...until the last couple which point he began to grate my nerves. I'd like to think that the reader was purposely led to feel the same way about him as the character who is the subject of the plot.

I just thought of that. And, I think either I or Joey Goebel (the author of the novel I'm speaking of) am/is a genius. The answer depends on whether or not my assumption is correct.

So, I have a little news. Not much. I think I'll break it up into another post. If I don't, then I guess I'll see month, maybe.

Till then, enjoy the food, family, festivities...and Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 09, 2004

There's no place like home

So I’m back…buh-buh-back…buh-buh-bah-bah-bizzack, YO!?

Why am I so chipper today? When just yesterday I was having one of my loathsome lonely loner funks?

Who can say?

Maybe the answers are all in the quiz I took today which told me that I’m schizo; I scored very high in that court. As well as in Paranoia, Avoidance and Narcissm. Sounds all yummy and warm, don’t it? Like a well seasoned soup.

Course, it’s one whose taste should make me gag, but true to form, I’ve decided to ignore the damn thing, because it really is just a stupid quiz and its creators are obviously out to get me.

The Commies.

So, anyway, remember that roommate that I vowed never to mention again? Well, I meant unless I have nothing else going on in my life to talk about:

So, anyway, I found out she’s a nut. And, my landlord, who chose to rent out the room to her and who doesn’t have to live with her will not throw her nutty ass out the house! He called her crazy the other day, but then says to me, “Well, you gotta learn how to deal with people like that.” or “She’ll have to calm down eventually,” or , “I just know that if we get one more person in the house (making three) that it will change the whole dynamics.”

Yeah, those reasonings will sit well with me as I either (a) lie in my coffin or (b) lie on the top bunk of my cell, batting away Big Cindy’s questing hands.

Dammit, if someone that loony and childish were living under his roof, was not family and was nothing more than a renter she’d be gone, I know it.

But they aren’t, and because of it the other two factors don’t mean a dang-on thing.

I need my own place.

I need money.

I’m gaining on each…but it seems a long, and precarious road.

Friday, December 03, 2004

And then...

So, it's been a minute...or a month. I always get those two things mixed up. Updates:

1) Well, I got that novel finished and in the nick of time to complete the NaNoWriMo 30 Novel challenge!! A-woo hoo, a-woo hoo! (Uhm, have not updated the blog there, so don't bother using this link to check out the uncompleted version.)

2)I've signed up for a college course that will begin early next year. This class will actually be fun (as opposed to the majority of courses I took when I originally went to college--actually, I just said that because I wanted you to know that I already went to college and am, thus, a college grad with all the esteem and little of the money that was promised to us in highshool. Aren't I smart? And, so not bitter!)

3)Hmmmm....3....oh, my evil roommate is still in the house. That relationship is coming along swimmingly, if in "swimmingly" one means that if we were to go swimming together it's pretty much a guarantee that one of us would not be crawling their exhausted, beaten body back up onto the beach.

4)I lost a library book! And, I don't want to pay. Is that bad? *shrug* I will pay, eventually. I'm trying to reduce debt, not incur the wrath of the book gods over it. (I know that there are no book gods. I am not a heathen...I just play one sometimes...for kicks and grins.)

5)My latest musical discovery is Ron Sexsmith. He has a simple delivery like that of Van Morrison, a clear and soft voice that lately has reminded me of Aaron Neville and his music is similar to the Beatles in style.

Funny enough, I consider myself a fan of only 1 of the three acts that were mentioned. Guess, guess. Oooh, I know! But, I won't tell. And, you'll never guess.

That's it. I'm going home for Christmas. And, of course the corresponding song pops to mind. I love holiday music. Who cares if it's May?

If I think of something else to say before my time on the library's computer runs out I'll add it.

Till then,

see ya in another minute...or so.