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| Sunday, September 11th, 2011 | | 11:35 am |
The last few days have been so beautiful that as the sun was going down yesterday I couldn't keep it inside anymore and was moved to tears, and had to stop the car for a while.
That's never happened to me before. | | Wednesday, January 19th, 2011 | | 1:40 pm |
Holy cow, I found the last card. I wouldn't have found it while packing up to move---it was jammed in the feeder on my large format printer. I needed a tabloid sized print for the first time in a long time, and the paper kept misfeeding. Just what is going on here? The seven of spades. Case closed. | | Sunday, October 10th, 2010 | | 2:17 am |
I am woken before dawn by a constant, low magnitude shaking. At first I am unsure if it is just a trick of having been woken suddenly, but it continues unchanged past the moment I am aware of being fully conscious. I become aware of a distant rumbling sound that accompanies the shaking.
My brother Michael is in the bunk below me, in our old room at our parents' house. I tell him calmly that we are having an earthquake and that he needs to come with me to stand somewhere safe until it's over. I know already that this is not an ordinary earthquake---that it is a prelude to something much worse---but I do not wish to alarm him. I wrap a blanket around myself and suggest to Michael that he may wish to do the same. I find it difficult in the dark without my glasses and debate whether I should stop to find them. I fumble awkwardly for a few moments in the space between the mattress and bedframe before finding them. I put them on and lead Michael down the hall.
I stop to knock on Keturah's door while Michael continues down the hall to our parents'. Keturah is already up and comes out wrapped in a blanket. Down the hall, I hear my dad telling Michael that the earthquake is nothing to worry about and will be over in a few seconds. Catching up to them, I say that it has already been going on for two minutes, steadily, without either crescendo or diminuendo. My dad understands what has not been said. Nobody tries the lights, knowing already they will not work.
On the lawn, it is dawning. A press conference has been gathered. There is a major federal politician at the head of it, and there are three big personnel carriers parked in the driveway. I have the sense that the trucks are there to carry people away. But nothing is happening now. The press conference has not started. There is nothing more to be learned, here. In the distance the rumbling noise persists. It seems to come from everywhere at once. I sense that beyond what I can see in the yard, chaos is starting to build, most quickly in the cities.
The earthquake has stopped, though, and I go back inside. My mom and dad have been busy taking action, calmly, certainly---as if they had somehow been waiting for this moment, silently, for decades. My mom and I go into the garage; from the step by the hallway door, she checks to see that the electric rollup doors are all closed. I go to each of them in turn and slide home the security bolts. I am aware of the risk posed by the big pane of glass in the back door but finding my parents have done nothing obvious about it already, I resolve to not worry about it further.
I ask my mom if she has heard any news on the radio of what is happening. She says no, but I am not clear whether it is because there is no broadcast, or no radio. I think of the wind-up emergency radio I was given as a groomsman at John Scott's wedding and say I will go find it somewhere in my room, but get distracted before I make any progress in that direction.
My cousin Raphael is playing outside. He comes and goes from our field of vision as we watch from the house. That he is outside at all makes my parents nervous, but they let him be, figuring it is probably best for now for him to be doing 'normal' activities.
A disreputable looking youth of approximately 13 years of age whom I do not recognize drives a beige 1970's VW Rabbit slowly through the back yard, following a small group of boys that Raphael may have joined up with. We watch from the kitchen. The car belongs to Michael. My dad is irritated by this but he lets it happen. We are waiting, now, but I do not know what for. Information, possibly; something else to happen. If mom or dad knows, they are not saying. I have the sense that people elsewhere are doing the same, and that perhaps the end will not be quite as absolutely anarchic as everyone has come to expect.
I'm going back to bed. Good night, mom and dad. I love you. | | Wednesday, September 29th, 2010 | | 1:41 am |
This just in... filming was a couple weeks ago. Wasn't really sure how it was all going to fit together until now. What a crack-up.
Good night, mom and dad. I love you. | | Tuesday, August 17th, 2010 | | 5:23 pm |
| | Monday, July 26th, 2010 | | 6:05 am |
All confirms my feelings that it's the differences between human beings themselves which account for all our economic, social and political injustices and not the other way round. In short, there are plenty of shits in the world and unless we can find some wonder drug to cure them or neutralise them, I think we have to live with the fact that they will always cause trouble.
--- Michael Palin, 6 July 1981 (Diaries) | | Thursday, July 8th, 2010 | | 11:37 pm |
| | Saturday, April 24th, 2010 | | 9:30 pm |
Card under the refrigerator? ...but, it isn't one I had been missing.
Nice. | | Friday, April 23rd, 2010 | | 4:11 pm |
Nine of hearts behind the TV, while pulling out cables from the Atari 2600, Amiga CD32, VCR, and tape deck. Been back there a few times, but the rat's nest of wiring always makes things... interesting.
One to go! | | Thursday, April 22nd, 2010 | | 5:03 pm |
Just now thought to check in the paper grocery bags I use for recycling. Lo! the two of spades.
One down, two to go. | | Friday, March 12th, 2010 | | 3:19 pm |
Another potential film credit for the bigfoot character coming up in April. It might even become a paid role. Standby to be amazed. | | Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010 | | 8:18 pm |
It is happening again. It is happening again. | | Saturday, January 16th, 2010 | | 12:19 am |
The Typewriter Revolution
The typeriter is crating
A revlootion in peotry
Pishing back the frontears
And apening up fresh feels
Unherd of by Done or Bleak
Mine is a Swetish Maid
Called FACIT
Others are OLIMPYA or ARUSTOCART
FRAMINTONG or LOLITEVVI
TAB e or not TAB e
i.e. the ?
Tygirl tygirl burning bride
Y, this is L
Nor-my-outfit
Anywan can od it
U 2 can b a
Tepot
C! *** stares and /// strips
Cloaca nd + -
Farty-far keys to suckcess!
A banus of +% for all futre peots!!
LSD & $$$
The trypewiter is cretin
A revultion in peotry
" "All nem r =" "
O how they pound away
@ UNDERWORDS and ALLIWETTIS
Without a.
FACIT cry I!!
--D. J. Enright | | Sunday, October 18th, 2009 | | 5:00 pm |
Chances are your best in everybody's pants.
7 of diamonds today, in plain sight behind the couch where I've been a hundred times. I even vacuumed back there before the party on the 4th. WTF? I think this must be a sign, but I'm just too dumb to interpret it yet.
Three to go. | | Sunday, July 5th, 2009 | | 5:38 pm |
I didn't meet my goal. There are still four cards missing. | | Thursday, June 18th, 2009 | | 2:23 am |
Had a kind of interesting eye-opener, recently.
I had some local film students get in touch with me about a project they were doing for a contest, wanting to know if I would be a bigfoot type monster for them. They had a couple of ideas that sounded fun, and I had the interest so I agreed. It turned out to be a much more amateur production than I was expecting, but it was still fun. I kind of went through it with my ego leading, thinking, "yeah, I've got enough experience for this, my part will look totally awesome by comparison, but whatev."
Well, the finished shorts are published now. Egads. I'm terrible! Nothing like I was imagining. I mean, the film students were totally thrilled with what I gave them, and were very insistent that it was more than they were aiming for, so that's cool. I'm probably really only terrible in comparison to what my expectations for myself were. But after ten years in suit, and a lot of mascot video work that I am totally proud of, it's an interesting wake-up call to be aspiring to "mediocre". I always thought it'd be cool to someday have one or two Hollywood suit acting credits, and thought of my experience as a mascot as more immediately relevant to that pursuit than it appears to be, or feels like now.
There wasn't a lot of planning or rehearsal or even direction, on anybody's part really, and it shows in the videos. The Interview in particular was done with one take from each of two angles. Eek. I'm not awesome enough to walk in and turn in an amazing performance from a cold read, any wishful thinking I may have done beforehand to the contrary.
I don't regret the experience at all, or anything like that; it's not really in my nature. A punctured ego can be repaired---plus it gives me a chance to try something else which may get me actually closer to my goals, rather than just feels-like-closer. The vocal performance in particular is something I would have liked to have more time to work on (a LOT more time).
I don't want to share the videos, but I will anyway.
The Outrageous Phone Bill Monster
The Interview
I can only get better. Good night, mom and dad. I love you. | | Sunday, June 7th, 2009 | | 3:06 pm |
Queen of hearts, under the power strip behind the TV.
Two decks to go. I don't think I'm going to meet my goal of finding them all before the 4th.
Life is... happening. I'm not working for the Storm anymore, which is helping tremendously. I'm hoping to finish transferring Marc's wedding video to DVD this weekend, which he asked me to do ten months ago and which I thought at the time I could probably finish between Christmas and New Year's. It is a beautiful video; every time I sit down to work on it, I feel hopelessly alone. I have to confess this has made it easy to avoid working on.
I haven't been out to skate any serious distance in almost eighteen months. | | Saturday, February 21st, 2009 | | 11:07 pm |
Two of spades, behind the sheet-fed scanner this time. I'd already retrieved a handful of other cards from back there some months ago, not sure why I missed this one.
Three decks to go. | | Wednesday, November 5th, 2008 | | 9:53 pm |
I'm heading to Oakland in the morning, with my father. I'll be in the Bay Area Friday, and possibly Saturday. It'd be nice to maybe have dinner with a few folks, but I understand there are standing social obligations so if it doesn't work out I won't have any hard feelings. Y'all should still have my phone number... I'll be checking email (and no doubt LJ also) sporadically, as well. | | Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 | | 9:05 pm |
I am feeling fairly emotional at the moment.
I feel compelled also to acknowledge Senator McCain's concession speech in Arizona. One year ago, I felt optimistic as---though McCain's political convictions do not match well with mine---I could still respect him as a politician and as a person, and feel proud to have him lead this country as president.
As time passed, I felt first bewildered and then forsaken, as the character of his campaign became shrill, divisive, and angry. I wondered what in his mind had caused this change, and I despaired of the possibility that he could be elected on these qualities. I am no less confused now, yet still indescribably bouyed to hear the leadership qualities I had once admired and respected in McCain, finally restored to his speech at the moment of his concession.
It seems somewhat silly to feel such relief based on the preliminary outcome of an election, out of all proportion to its actual importance. The political discourse in the United States has been descending toward something base and puerile for so long, so inexorably, that even the slightest evidence that this need not be a permanent condition takes on a significance exceeding its clinical import.
Current Mood: optimistic, again, at long last. |
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