Denver Doldrums
Waiting to hear back from Greenpeace. There's another white plastic grocery bag caught in the even higher limbs of another tree today. Puffy grey white clouds and pale blue beyond; were that today was the first day of spring--aye, brother--I could stand a warmer walk to Colfax.
There's still piles of shit to deal with. Garbage, mostly all papers, and the business of crossing your legs akimbo and reading through to find the truly necessary ones among the garbage, and not looking forward at all to any of that. Braggadocios. Tertiary economics. "A flake that has no cortex on it and that was removed during the final shaping of a stone tool."
Time is running out to make a truly inspired stupid decision. By this weekend the stupid would cloud out the inspiration, as it would've been bold new steps after a week of sitting with thumbs up butts. Reading Sal Paradise doesn't help one warm up any to the notion of scouring the internets for a service industry job. The curtain hasn't fell yet--still there are some muses with whom to conspire.
Were that today was the first day of spring. But instead it's the old blahfuck of January when my insides freeze and my inertias greaten.
But ho!--now the clouds are gone.
There's still piles of shit to deal with. Garbage, mostly all papers, and the business of crossing your legs akimbo and reading through to find the truly necessary ones among the garbage, and not looking forward at all to any of that. Braggadocios. Tertiary economics. "A flake that has no cortex on it and that was removed during the final shaping of a stone tool."
Time is running out to make a truly inspired stupid decision. By this weekend the stupid would cloud out the inspiration, as it would've been bold new steps after a week of sitting with thumbs up butts. Reading Sal Paradise doesn't help one warm up any to the notion of scouring the internets for a service industry job. The curtain hasn't fell yet--still there are some muses with whom to conspire.
Were that today was the first day of spring. But instead it's the old blahfuck of January when my insides freeze and my inertias greaten.
But ho!--now the clouds are gone.