My hallway with the usual reflections. My morning begins as I walk out this door into the street where I am greeted by Frankie, a guy that walks back and forth forever, saving parking spots for the local garage. "Coffee," he says, even before I've seen him. "Coffee, Dave."
I nod, and move on. The woman who runs the acupuncture / palm-reading / whore-house (at least that's what I've been told) raps on the window and makes a gesture... she too needs coffee and can't leave.
I meet and chat with several local merchants, and neighbors. One neighbor is always ready to convince me to buy a Mac.
Another wants to know if I'm still making a living with this photography thing. She sees me with fedex packages all the time. We complain about the size of the studios we live in.
The Deli guy from Punjab kids around with me, saying he'll take me to Delhi the next time he goes... Maybe he's not kidding.
Well, after reading that post, I wanted to shout "welcome aboard!". I passed that threshold 20 years ago, and for a seemingly peculiar reason: my parents didn't put nearly as restrictive a governor on my TV-watching time as your Dad apparently did. By the time I reached my early 20s I was sick of the tube, from sheer over-saturation, and made the break quite easily as a result. A few people I know were positively forbidden to watch TV when they were kids - the after-effect being that they became tube addicts in adult life. If their
parents had only known..." - B. from Brooklyn
I have, for periods of a year or more, put the t.v. into the closet and lived on radio and books. I mostly listen to the t.v. as if it were a radio. Too bad the cable company doesn't have an audio option where they don't actually send you the picture signal -- just audio. You can do this anyway by just hooking up speakers to the cable box and chucking the set. I've been contemplating doing this.
I'm not sure who said this, and it is a bad paraphrase, but the only way to get rid of an obsession is to indulge in it to its fullest until it is gone.
Whether the key word was "obssession" or "sin" or "hankering" -- the idea that you can stamp it down and repress it only makes it more powerful.
I could say something about the Church -- but I won't. And the hedonist suffers as well. Maybe that guy Aristotle who talked about the "golden mean" -- not too far this way or that way -- had a point.
At any rate -- tomorrow (make that today) is matting day (could that be my new national holiday) and then get ready for the next blizzard.
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I finally figured out what that little XML icon is on the bottom of this blog page. If and only if, you have radioland software on your desktop, you can subscribe to this journal as an XML feed. Now, what the heck does that mean? I don't know. When I click on it, I get a list of channels I can subscribe to such as the New York Times web site etc. Or if I go to someone elses blog that is a radioland blog, I can subscribe to it. But I'm not really sure what that gets me... Maybe someone in radioland can explain it.
I also received "an invitation" to join Portfolios.com. (It ain't a free invitation). I have my doubts about these showcases, but I might give it a try.
I guess the other thing is that I have gotten the hang of the new blog (I hate that word) software -- in the sense that I am back to doing things in a somewhat sequential style with my little
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I never got used to the LIFO (Last in First Out) blog format.
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Interesting...about the time you posted that little spiel about election chants, I was thinking the same thing. Must be the Bronx upbringing..." GR