I don’t know how I feel about this stock photo site. Have I mentioned this before? Everything is a little too evocative. A little too composed and processed. The old site would just have a slightly out of focus picture of a pencil and I’d think, YES, that’s my life. My life is that pencil in this moment – it is the single most compelling, yet absurd, yet complete metaphor for who and what I am at this very moment and if it’s not, it’s a perfect tool for which to create dissonance and surreality.
A really nice shot of a beautiful rural scene sort of makes me paler in comparison. Maybe it’s better this way. If I don’t say anything of note or value or tickle your narrative bones in my posts, at least they’ll have some aesthetic value. Even if it’s sort of regurgitated, culturally-approved aesthetics, processed through photoshop and cropped to within an inch of its life, it’ll have that.
It is Sunday night and the syndrome threatens. Anxiety about the new work week, anxiety even about happy things like going out to eat on Tuesday (in a nano-second, I have considered: wearing that dress that draws attention to my legs, doing my hair and makeup which always turns out poorly when I actually try and not just half-ass it, do we have time to go to the movie and eat?, what theatre would we go to, she won’t want to go to the movie, will I eat the right things?, that place has really delicious items with unknowable calorie counts, will I totally blow my diet?, when will I exercise, I will blow off exercising that day and I can’t and don’t want to do that). It all feels like a treadmill floating above of pit of fire.
So. I am aware I do this. Today has been nice in that even though it’s been a quiet day, the Broncos are going to a Super Bowl – a fact I care about just enough to mention it here and very little more than that – but it will make people generally more pleasant to deal with this week. I have also read. I have also read an interesting On Being article about thought proliferation which you see in action here all the time if you’re the one lucky person on this earth who doesn’t experience it themselves. Essentially, the way one negative thought or an physical action or experience that leads to a single negative thought can suddenly sour your mindset for hours, or even days and beyond. The Buddhist concept of papancha. How we torment ourselves for the thoughts we do have and our reactions to them. I dunno, I’d recommend it. I also read more of Big Magic, nearly finished with that one. It’s not Bird by Bird, but then, what is?
I am really wanting and hoping to kick that wanting into deciding I will get up tomorrow and get on the bike before work. It does make me feel good and I have earbuds so I could blast music and not upset anyone. I did it today and felt outrageously good – the soreness is fine, present, but fine.
Enough thingnesses happened that I didn’t get too het up about the demands of the Universe that I dreamed up somewhere between yesterday and today of myself. Wherein dudes write back or dudes are polite or dudes are in any way under my control. They’re not. But other thingnesses are like thighs
What do you think, sirs?