I would like to take a college course on how to eat eggs. How to eat eggs when someone is cooking bacon for you but the bacon takes longer and so they say “Why don’t you eat your eggs while you are waiting for your bacon?” I would like for this course to be taught by a slice of bacon–tall, golden brownish, handsome. A real scholar. Or as bacon might say, a survivor.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
I am sitting in a small chair with a small desk and there is an article in the paper on my desk that says scientists have discovered that consciousness exists in a quantum state after death and I am so excited about this and I think about all the people I love who are gone but I don’t have time to read the article I don’t have time it’s just terrible it’s on my desk but I don’t have time to read it I don't have time I wish I had more time.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
I took my car to the repair store because I had a little light that was flashing red on and off like a Christmas ornament that sometimes you can just stare into forever and imagine that you are somewhere in the country in a house covered with snow and you can see the smoke rising from the chimney and you can’t wait to get inside and go to sleep and wake up the next morning and open up your Johnny Action One Man Army 7 Gun Set if you are really lucky or a new swing set would be just as nice and you will eat soft, mushy pears for breakfast and no one will remember to feed the dog and he will bark really loud.
Friday, November 06, 2015
I am trying to decide what I learned from building blocks.
I am very glad that they weren’t painted.
I enjoyed how that they were so big.
I built many things.
And then I knocked them all down.
I played with them for many years and don’t remember a thing I built.
I remember knocking them down.
I remember the sound of knocking them down.
And saying Ta dah!
And I Like Ike!
I don’t remember what they looked like after I knocked them down.
Or what they looked like when I build things with them.
I remember what wood sounds like on a terrazzo floor.
I think I learned how to love music with building blocks.
Today I love symphonies.
I love them so much.
And empty houses.
And building blocks.
And falling things.
I do not love paint.
The shock felt in bathing when one first plunges into the cold water (John Jamieson’s Etymological Scottish Dictionary, 1808)
I imagine there are times when, in Scotland, water is quite cold.
In Scotland people might plunge into the water.
I believe that plunging into water is a remedy for depression.
It also cures the warm moist feeling of being outside in the summer.
It is also good if you like to say “Wowzers!”
Or enjoy the feeling of bathing trunks.
If you live in the Sahara Desert, what do you do in order to experience Curglaff?
You go to Scotland.
What if you can’t afford to go to Scotland?
You invite someone from Scotland to the Sahara Desert.
And ask them to explain Curglaff.
Serve them tea and how they will long for Curglaff!
You will too.
You will laugh and carry on but there will be longing.
You can have feelings for things you’ve never felt.
You can long for things you’ve never known.
Curglaff – it sounds like you are falling down.
Thursday, November 05, 2015
A thought should start off in one place and end in another. In between, it has to take steps, one after another, as you might on a staircase. But sometimes one step takes you to another staircase, and that staircase takes you to a craggy mountain ridge, and that mountain ridge descends into a icy pool of water that takes you to an elevator that is broken, and that elevator stays right where it is for a long time and you are inside that elevator that Cleveland Hastings inspected in June of 1995, and after a while, you feel as though you know Cleveland Hastings quite intimately, and would like to share your new friendship with Cleveland Hastings with everyone who lives outside your elevator, but you know that will never be, pressing your finger many times on a round bright red button, that is not your thought, a round bright red button is not a thought, but it is something and it is nice to touch and it is soothing to watch but it is not a thought but it is all you can think about, after all, this is what happens to many thoughts.
Monday, November 02, 2015
This old Polaroid camera is astoundingly large. It was called the Model 95. It was designed by Edwin Land.
It folds up and makes a chunky sound.
Some people thought the Land camera could only be used on land. It can only be used on land, but that’s not why Edwin Land called it the Land camera.
Edwin Land dropped out of Harvard. Harvard gave him a degree anyway.
Edwin Land was astoundingly handsome.
There was no Sea Camera.
Edwin Land worked on the optics system for the U-2 spy plane. His daughter asked him one day: “Why can’t I see that picture right away?” They were in New Mexico at the time.
Edwin Land used to trade cameras for photographs. He owned 25,000 of them.
Edwin’s wife was Helen.
Edwin’s wife loved the sea.
Edwin Land first discovered a two color system for projecting the entire spectrum of hues with only two colors of projecting light. It’s confusing. Two.
Edwin’s children were Jennifer and Valerie.
Edwin designed a camera called “The Swinger.”
People made fun of The Swinger and so Edwin designed the SX-70.
Edward looked jaunty in his cap.
Edwin Land liked to have women do important things in his company and they appreciated that very much.
For years if you wanted to use it you had to order film from the Land Corporation which is the company that made the Polaroid camera. It took about a week to arrive.
It came in a little box. The camera for this film was large and heavy and made of metal. It took pictures in an instant and they lasted forever.
After you took the picture you had to coat the picture.
The ingredients in the Polaroid film coater were:
Isopropanol/Isopropyl alcohol, 5-15%
Zinc acetate dihydrate, 2-5%
and something called
Glacial acetic acid, 3-7%
Edwin Land died in 1991. His assistant took all his papers and notes, and cut them up into tiny pieces and threw them in the trash can.
And so, we know very little about Edwin.
The Polaroid camera is fun and important.
Edwin’s favorite colors were black and white.
I hope that is right.