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And So…

I got married on this date once. It was a long time ago. So was the divorce.

In honor of the lack-of festivities, I like to make a festival of sorts. Here is a list of other things what puzzle me.

  • The crazies or crazy-making within a TV show or movie.
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When people throw-up because they Never brush their teeth or even rinse their mouth afterward. And they usually kiss someone soon after. *Yuck*

And the vomiting is usually for a pathetic reason. Some truth revealed about the not-father previously unknown—vomit. Look at some photos—vomit. Someone dies—vomit. Someone gets sick—vomit. Someone runs over someone—vomit. Someone gets bad news—vomit. And it goes on—ad nauseam.

Then there is the case of the open-car-door. More accurately—the car door left open. Guy stops at a house to kill another guy—leave it open. Girl goes in to see a dying relative—leave it open. Someone is just excited—leave it open. AND they never return to a previously-open car door. Someone has closed it while we were watching something else. Or I wait for several scenes to see if anyone will close the car door, or brush their teeth. They don’t.

Then there are less frequent crimes of incongruity but annoying nonetheless. There is the meal. The meal preparation is interrupted and everyone has to leave. They leave and no one puts anything away. Nothing. I wait and watch for someone to go back in the house and at least cover the mayonnaise, but no…

There is the opened can that is left on the counter right next to the pot it was going in before the gunshot interrupted our hero. This usually takes place in a cabin up north and it’s frequently snowing. I wait for the whole of the rest of the film to see what happens to that can of beans.

All this meal-time stuff and no one ever eats. The table gets set, but nothing makes it to the plates. Sometimes it gets there and they push the food around, but rarely does a fork make it to the mouth. (If it does, I have to count the times.) Especially the very thin women—they are not going to eat. You will not see it. Maybe a strawberry now and again so we don’t encourage the kids to be anorexic.

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Tao and Zen

  • The Kentucky Derby. I don’t get it but I get it. I don’t actually want to talk about that either.
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One

A good pal of mine and I talk about things metaphysical, philosophical, the world (sometimes with horror), and such things as makes us think. Also Football of course. Once, a long time ago, we began talking about the World-As-One.

The thing that’s wrong with that image is that it takes place in the physical body, rather than in the consciousness. That’s true, yet difficult to get the mind around, or to form an agreement. If we picture our thoughts combined with others to create the mind at large, or all thoughts to create one whole consciousness, it’s far easier to contemplate. This, it seems to me, captures the concept.

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Now I can see how my thoughts, negative or positive affect the whole. It’s such a good reminder too, that it might be worth my while to think in affirmatives. Even if it’s much more difficult, especially with the world as it is right now. But that’s exactly the point isn’t it.

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Simple

More on the simplifying and the simple things. I found this in 20th Century Art. It is simple, and yet so powerful. The composition and lines and lack of lines is just stunning. It is also strangely erotic. The eye follows the picture around and back around again, almost difficult to leave. If you look closely at the bottom left hand, you will see the hand falling into the blackness of the background, yet still visible, making the background a shadow, and dimensional. In fact, having looked at this long enough, the whole of it became dimensional.

A tribute to the simple, the black and white of it.

Louise Brooks in black with pearls

Louise Brooks in black with pearls

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At The Book Store

Or, the continuing saga of books with the eternal question: Do I have too many, or not enough? Or, on the road to the Simplified…

…So I made it to the 1/2 Price Bookstore. There I found a pleasant surprise in that the store buys books everyday and they do not limit the amount of books you can bring to sell. The books they do not buy are given to some charity. Or you can take them back of course. I was able to leave the cart of books there, and will be bringing the rest of the designated ones from home. It is a large bookstore and well organized so it’s very comfortable. There are chairs here and there, where you can sort through the books you have picked up while wandering through the aisles.

I made it out with only two books as a purchase. They are good finds and ones I have been thinking of pursuing. When all the accounts were settled I ended up owing only $2.49. (It is funny—costing me money when I have sold so many.)

I don’t even feel guilty.

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These are the books I obtained from the book-sale day. Not too shabby. It could have been a great deal worse but I kept reminding myself that I was downsizing, cleaning out, simplifying.

And, there’s a great Italian restaurant just a few doors down. Now there I spent too much. But I was able to bring home the leftovers for the dog and cat. All in all, I’d say a success on the road to simplicity. And hope for the future.

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A Horde Of Books

Today’s the day. I have two huge bags filled with books and they are going to the half-priced book store. I’m hoping to have some purchased from me. Of course there is always the danger of buying more to take home. Fingers crossed.

Paperbacks Plus Bookstore

Both photos posted by Bibliotech.

This poster has a comment to savor. And that may be part of the many reasons there are to gather books. Those that time graduates into a problem.

As I will be getting new tile and wood floors, I really do need, quite must, make things easier. And I do, really, want to simplify, downsize. Make clean and simple. And it will sparkle with white (off white, streaked) floors. Not only must some furniture depart, but the hoard of books must be trimmed.

This means to stop returning to those books scheduled for departure. I put the stacks together, then go through them again and pull many out. This goes on for days. I wonder how I could have possibly decided to put certain ones into a pile for removal. What indeed was I thinking?

Lord. I was thinking about Clean and Simple. Fresh and Open. Light and Easy. The saints of modern living. There ought to be a prayer for the strength to at least keep books in the departure stacks.

And today’s the day 100 or so are going away. They are in the car. I am driving to the book store. Dear Saint [*insert appropriate saint name*] please let me get them into the store and sold. Please. I’ll be good for the rest of my life if only I am granted this one petition. I promise.