when you have an idea and nowhere to put it- where does it go?
this morning, on a california beach, poseidon was found, lounging over a pitchfork, gazing inland. what brought him there? who put him there? what’s the point?
here are some things we’ve been thinking about lately that might be as meaningless as a god in the sand. but if they’re meaningful it’s because we bothered to shape them, type them, and tell them. and i guess that’s the point.
1. a backyard like no-man’s land.
i once wrote an unimportant blog post about being a good neighbor. i summarized hearing my neighbors’ conduct their lives through the fence. the key word is hear. i hardly know them, rarely see them, but i moved in when their first baby was first born and have lived next door to that baby becoming a kid and a new baby being born. the cycle of 2 a.m crying out the neighbors’ side window (alongside my bedroom window begins again. during the 2 p.m. hour, i hear the older one being threatened with time out or taking music lessons to the squeal of his baby brother crying…out the side window… again.
there’s a two year old on the other side of the fence (a year younger than the three-year old opposite) and he just got a little sister (a month older than the newborn opposite) both families on both sides of the fences are in full force on sundays. parents and grandparents on-site. i am sandwiched between generations of families sound happy… and together… and it feels like life in the middle is going nowhere, stuck in the middle of what life is very much about. that’s how it feels. but I don’t know how i feel about it. – CC
2. bath tub crayons
go buy kids bathtub crayons tomorrow . keep them in the shower because it is true that a lot of good ideas happen in there and- who wants to forget anymore!? -SE
3. does unrequited love have real world applications?
it’s like being inside a book that no one is reading i suppose. dreaming about old loves. and of a slim pride I have in journal writing, I’d say it’s mostly of my having tracked and recorded these dreams quite faithfully for a couple of years. i recently re-read these accounts in chronological order and was convinced of what i’ve always suspected: i’m trying to reconcile something in real life- subconsciously conjuring people from the past to help me reconcile. but what are they telling me? does dreaming in-love make sense in the real world? -CC
4. a spontaneous pop up party
give party guests about two hours warning that there will be a spontaneous, impromptu party. each guest much bring a dish to share and a gift to give. both dish and present must not be purchased; something already on hand. for the party host- all decorations and entertainment must already be in the house- no shopping. who knows who will come and what it will be like? -SE
5. a writer
“if that’s what I was to become, needs a sniper’s awareness of landscape + a sinister impulse to show reality its own face + a hunter’s sense of hearing + a bedridden personality type + a consumptive’s reading habits + an interior life like an iron lung + an open mind in regards to lumbar support + a visceral connection to the written word + a keen interest in capitalizing on the tragedies of your time + a capacity to live without exterior validation + an irresistible curiosity that gives you the moral right to eavesdrop or stalk almost anyone on planet earth” – Steve Toltz, Quicksand
6. i’m not vain, but i’m desperately clinging to my “prime”
i look at my gray hairs without fright. i accept that they keep coming. i was thinking about the age i reached puberty, which was more or less normal. i thought in exaggerations. what if all my hair was already gray and what if i had been one of those late bloomers in my teenage years? think how short my “prime” would have been. do we fail to recognize ourselves in our “prime” and then it’s too late- we’re completely bald or wrinkled, feeling sorry about irretrievable of age? -CC
7. idea for a story
main character goes out everyone day of his life and picks up a rock along the way. he does this every day of his life, always coming home every day with a rock… the rocks signify something, but what? every night before bed he removes the rock that arrived in his pocket and places it in in his dresser drawer. his dresser drawer is full of rocks. one day it falls through the floor. this could be the beginning or the end of the story. -SE
8. bullet proof coffee