Homage to Karen Carpenter
I know this is November and all, but does the impending winter season have to rear its ugly face right out of the fukin gate? I mean Halloween was nice and Indian Summery. 12 hours later, I woke up freezing in my bed w/the sound of pouring rain outside. That same rain hasn't stopped all day and it's now 3 pm. Just a plain ol shitty day. Ran out for lunch and froze right to the bone. Like a well digger's ass. Wet, cold--to the bone, baby. When I go to LA Friday, I hope they're having LA-type weather out there--cuz it shits the bed around these parts. Anyway this "Rainy Day and Monday" got me to thinking about poor Karen Carpenter and her fatal affliction with anorexia. Man she looked worse than something outta Halloween all right b4 she kicked. It's a sad and beautiful world for sure. Well, I didn't end up fleeing to the office yesterday, but instead went out and bought 4 bags of Hershey products and faced the little buggers head-on. It's both sad and funny when it occurs to you that some of those little goblins are back at your door for a second time. And is it just coincidence they also happen to be chubby goblins?. And shit, fukin Bud's maple tree across the street is always the last tree on the block to drop all its leaves and guess where every last one of them ends up? Yup, I'll be raking up until turkey day. One down (Halloween), two to go (Thanksgiving and Christmas). The holidays have never been a source of great anticipation and excitement much less "joy" for me. And of course, now that I live alone (correction, with two godammed hairy cats) it's even more stupid. The way money gets sucked outta people's pockets in the name of holiday celebration has always been a disturbing yet interesting phenomena to me. "Here, I know I haven't given you the time of day all year, but i'd like you to have this swell yule log anyway, and wish you and yours a prosperous new year (you sap)." Yeah, not my favorite time of year, the last quarter. I'm looking forward to January 20, 2005. In the meantime I think I'll get myself worked up to dive into some kind of creative pursuit as the weather becomes increasingly hostile. Maybe it's finally time to put that German Expessionist Impressionist act I've had in mind into motion and give it a good audition. Profound happiness to all! mr T.