in which witness is borne: birds, politics, fiction and critical art theory

talking bad--writing ok

Tuesday, January 25, 2005
another bleary eyed weekday here in the flatlands. not much to see from my window, a few starlings, pigeons, your occasional crow. been waking a bit earlier this week, so, i've declared a moratorium on speech for the first hour or so that i'm awake. creeping around in silence like that lady from the Yellow Wallpaper feels juuust about right at this time of the morning.
having acupuncture yesterday reminded me that i still inhabit a bodily form, and that it might be cool to highlight, amplify, record or otherwise present to whatever public might be at all interested some internal or hidden process of that body. something as important as the breath, which i have already explored using my drawings. and then to somehow use that bodily process to de-hierarchify my place among the animals--maybe by juxtaposing it with animal bodily processes, perhaps.

i learned something yesterday: the Patriot Act (it's almost too early in the morning to say "patriot act", innit?) is set to EXPIRE at the end of this year. That is, unless congress decides to once again forget who writes their paychecks (you and me, friends) and vote the thing back to life. So let;s all add this little item to our New Year's Resolution lists for 2005, shall we: let's issue some gentle reminders to our representatives in Washington that just because the Emperor has no clothes, they are not obligated to pretend that he does, nor should they again try to clothe him in "special executive powers" that violate our Constitution. Let him freeze in the cold cold weather he himself created.
5:34 AM :: ::
  • Wrapped in wool, waiting for the morning bus that is 10 minutes early or 5 minutes late, I noticed a sparrow nesting under our porch eaves. It's chirping had seemed very near...I'm glad we can share the warmth of our new home.

    By Blogger sistaK, at 6:58 AM  
  • Three things. 1. I have a blog now, it's called tdogblog Read my first entry, I would be happy.
    2. While birding in a big state park in Berkeley, CA on January 3, I saw a red shouldered hawk fly right in front of me in like slow motion with binoculars!
    3. You don't want to be like Charlotte Perkins. She was depressed and insane. While that can be interesting, I don't know that it should be an aspiration, for like, women, or anybody.

    By Blogger tdog, at 9:28 AM  
  • Charlotte Perkins Gilman was NOT insane!! her near-suicide followed by committal to a sanatarium were merely cries for help from inside a tortured creative soul. once she started writing and gave her kid up for adoption, she was FINE.

    By Blogger mar-mar, at 5:39 AM  
  • Would that mean she was a first wave feminist, second wave feminist, or way too self absorbed for her own good? After all, there is no "I" "artist!" Wait, there is no "I" in "yellow wallpaper!"

    By Blogger tdog, at 12:50 PM  
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