Public Reading

I carry books with me when I leave the apartment. I like to read during the lulls when I am alone and about in the world.

Books help when I feel I am not getting the attention I want. I can always open a book as a defense against the slight.

The only requirement I have with reading a book in public is that the book must be interesting enough to drown out the voices.

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Published in: on February 27, 2007 at 2:08 pm  Leave a Comment  

proof


I am reading the playscript for proof. I wish I had written it.

For me there is writing I love, and even rarer those things I wish I had written, or felt I could have written. It is like sharing some unseen affinity with the author.

These reading moments haunt me as if a ghost or spirit had entered my home and sits looking at me with my head bent into a book.

Published in: on February 27, 2007 at 1:11 pm  Leave a Comment  

Personal Cards

I have been thinking about printing some personal cards I can hand out to people in casual situations. I might put this on it.

Lynn at State Street

A gentleman having easy going fun while doing his own thing in his own time.

The gentleman part isn’t always true, but I try—I really do try.

Published in: on February 27, 2007 at 10:56 am  Leave a Comment  

Don’t Tell a Soul

I have this strong desire to reveal the most intimate parts of my life today. I probably should stay away from the Internet.

Stress produces that feeling in me. When things are going well then turn bad that brings it on also.

I plan on reading and meditating on the meaning of life for the rest of the day—an extreme form of hedonism producing guilt I cannot explain or fathom on this winter day.

Published in: on February 27, 2007 at 10:50 am  Leave a Comment  

The Unveiling


Many people write and ask what do you look like State Street.

Well, that’s me in the picture.

I told you I was custom made from head to toe.

Published in: on February 26, 2007 at 10:02 pm  Comments (2)  

Postcards from Lynn

I wonder what it would be like to make blog entries no longer than could be typed onto a 4” x 6” postcard. Would I say less or would it force me to say more with fewer words?

Maybe, my blog should be postcards from Lynn—something you could read quickly then put away with little fuss or bother.

I might even attach a photo taken with my new camera.

This it; I’m out of room.

Published in: on February 26, 2007 at 2:20 pm  Comments (2)  

The Shattered Globe Theatre Does It Again

Following their nationally acclaimed production of Come Back, Little Sheba, Chicago’s Shattered Globe Theatre has produced another gem, Arthur Miller’s The Price.

The Price is a heartbreaking story of two brothers who try to reconcile their long estranged relationship after the death of their father. The Shattered Globe ensemble of Don Blair, Maury Cooper, Doug McDade, and Linda Reiter deliver brilliantly the play’s explosive emotional intensity. The intensity is so strong that I suggest you see it with a friend, for you will need to sit for a while after the play sipping the beverage of your choice so you can properly unwind.

In a city noted for good theatre, the Shattered Globe has risen to a place where it is one of the best. Check it out.

Published in: on February 26, 2007 at 1:34 pm  Leave a Comment  

Blog Evolution

Curtis at Empty Rhetoric, a special blogging friend, has some interesting thoughts about how blogs evolve over time, which leads me to the following meditation.

It seems as though my blog has turned more personal than I ever expected. I do not know if this comes from some emotional change or if I have merely disengaged somewhat from things in which I am interested.

If my blog is personal, it is rather bland stuff. I doubt if you can identify me as I really am from my writing even though it would be very easy for you to find my doorstep. That leads to identity issues. I would like to learn to write well enough that you could hear a distinctive voice. I’ll keep trying. However,

You are who you think you ain’t.

From a Los Angeles used car commercial in the late Sixties

I am convinced of the truth of the proposition. I do not know why I remembered it after more than 35 years.

At any rate, I know I like talking to you, Dear Reader

Kiss me once, kiss me twice, come on, Pretty Baby, kiss me deadly.

Lita Ford, Kiss Me Deadly

Published in: on February 26, 2007 at 12:25 pm  Leave a Comment  

Friday Night Hanging Out

Friday night was a fun evening. A friend asked me to hang out with her at Blue Chicago for a while. We listened to some blues and I even got her out on the dance floor a few times. I have had a crush on her since I first met her—everybody does—so it was fun doing something with her when we were not in a crowd of friends screaming for her attention.

Given fun Monday, that makes two unexpected pleasures in one week. If there is something better than hanging out with an attractive woman you really like, I don’t know what it is. I definitely need to do it more often.

You would think I would finally learn that lesson rather than being such geezer.

Published in: on February 25, 2007 at 11:32 am  Leave a Comment  

Friday Romance Rapping

I received a postcard from an ex-girlfriend this past week. We broke up over six years ago, yet I still think of her often and fondly. We occasionally exchange cards and letters. I send her flowers and candy on her birthday.

I spent many of the best days of my life with her. If she ever wanted to get back together, I would try. That’s not going to happen, yet it does not matter at this stage, for I will never forget her nor deny just how good it feels when I receive one of her wonderful postcards and I am reminded she thinks of me still.

Published in: on February 23, 2007 at 2:22 pm  Leave a Comment  

Friday Oral Sex Rapping

Oral sex is a ruthlessly efficient way to give someone the requisite pleasure. Is there anyone who does not like having oral sex performed on them? As for myself, I like performing oral sex on women. I know a few women who I have given a lifetime guarantee; I will go down on them anytime.

Let’s say you pick someone up and spend a little time with them. After oral sex, you can just give the person a kiss and hug, walk out the door, and add the person to your list. Yes, it is ruthlessly efficient.

Published in: on February 23, 2007 at 2:10 pm  Leave a Comment  

Puppy

The weather in Chicago has reached the thirties F. The change is so nice it almost seems like summer. But that is not what I want to talk about.

I bought a new digital camera yesterday. It was an impulse purchase, but I have to tell you I have already had a lot of fun with it. Sometimes, there is nothing better than treating myself to a new toy. I feel like a puppy that has just had his ears scratched.

Published in: on February 22, 2007 at 10:18 am  Comments (2)  

Tuesday Came and Went

Dear Diary,

Tuesday was a very good writing day. In fact, I hit the mother lode. I wrote from early morning until far into the night.

Damn, it felt good.

Later,

Lynn

Published in: on February 21, 2007 at 1:23 pm  Comments (4)  

Monday Came and Went

So anyway Monday came. I spent part of the day hanging out with this attractive woman from out of town whom I met recently. The cold spell broke yesterday. Even while walking into a strong wind along the lake we still felt comfortable, or maybe she made it feel warmer than it actually was.

That is who I was and that is what I did during the most memorable part of Monday. I liked it.

Published in: on February 20, 2007 at 4:11 pm  Comments (2)  

Breaking the Spell

Sunday morning. The city is asleep. I stare out the window off to the east, drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, drift, and dream. I don’t try to write any of it down. I don’t want to spoil it.

I truly wonder what the meaning of life is. I used to think that was a meaningless question. Now, I see it is just another difficult question, nearly impossible to answer.

The better question with no easy answer is what I shall do on Monday. What shall I be and do beyond just trying to get along one more day?

The sky lightens. I feel a chill. The moment is gone, for I have broken the spell by writing about it.

Published in: on February 18, 2007 at 6:39 am  Comments (1)  

Valentine’s Day Reprise

When you do not have girlfriend, Valentine’s Day is easy to blow off. This is the first year I have ever felt lonely on it. However, I gave a Valentine’s card to a woman I have a crush on. She liked it, and I liked it that she liked it, so things turned out well.

Published in: on February 16, 2007 at 1:36 pm  Comments (1)  

Ode to Winter

Cold cobalt February sky, do you know just how much I loathe you?

Published in: on February 15, 2007 at 12:37 pm  Leave a Comment  

Uneasy Rider

Wittgenstein on being a cowboy.

I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse’s good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment.

From Culture and Value, 36e, 1939-1940

I’ll drink a toast to that.

Published in: on February 14, 2007 at 1:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

Kiss Me Deadly

A tune buzzing in my ear.

Kiss once, kiss me twice, come on pretty baby, kiss me deadly.

From some Lita Ford song.

Published in: on February 14, 2007 at 12:28 am  Leave a Comment  

Fresh Air

There seems to be a credibility gap with the Bush Administration’s presentation of evidence claiming Iran is supplying weapons to militias in the Iraq sectarian and civil war. Well you can buy weapons from anyone. That’s global capitalism.

Goody for the credibility gap: many people should take their heads out of their asses and breathe a little fresh air.

Published in: on February 13, 2007 at 11:41 am  Leave a Comment  

Wittgenstein on Dogma

Sometimes it is more important to describe what it feels like rather than specify exactly what it is.

The effect of making men think in accordance with dogmas, perhaps in the form of certain graphic propositions, will be very peculiar: I am not thinking of these dogmas as determining men’s opinions but rather as completely controlling the expression of all opinions. People will live under an absolute, palpable tyranny, though without being able to say they are not free. I think the Catholic Church does something like this. For dogma is expressed in the form of an assertion, and is unshakable, but at the same time any practical opinion can be made to harmonize with it; admittedly more easily in some cases than in others. It is not a wall setting limits to what can be believed, but more like a brake which, however, practically serves the same purpose; it’s almost as though someone were to attach a weight to your foot to restrict your freedom of movement. This is how dogma becomes irrefutable and beyond the reach of attack.

From Culture and Value, 28e

Published in: on February 12, 2007 at 1:33 am  Leave a Comment  

Aloof and Eluding

I seldom remember dreams if I have them at all. However, last night I had a succession of erotic dreams. They were filled with women I do not recollect ever meeting.

In one dream, I was at a party. A car drove up and a woman stepped out from the passenger side. Her hair was red, her skin pale, and her body thin. She wore a blue dress with shoulder straps and the dress shimmered in the sunlight.

I walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her lips were so soft I felt that if I pressed them any harder they would melt. When I touched her delicate arms, I was afraid I would break them.

She smiled at me through a mouth full of braces. We gently kissed again. Then we went inside.

The party was filled with women I found attractive. Each time I spied one I walked up to her and kissed her.

There was one woman though with whom I was smitten. She was aloofly sitting by a window with a friend. I found her the most attractive even though I cannot say why except she exuded sexuality. I woke just when I was about to approach her.

In a night filled with dream women, she is the one that preys upon my mind.

Published in: on February 11, 2007 at 12:56 pm  Comments (1)  

Certain Things: Philosophy and Sex

This is already another day of reading. For someone like me, who is not required to read professionally, reading is a self-indulgent activity. It has always been that way.

However, if I were to say, I will not indulge myself, it would be like saying, I will never have sex again. I am not ready.

I am reading Wittgenstein’s On Certainty today. The question of certainty has haunted me for several years. My opinions about many things have changed radically during that time; I search for justification.

I am struggling to prevent Wittgenstein from becoming a philosophical idol just as I am struggling to prevent a woman I know from becoming a sexual idol. Maybe, those are not proper struggles—or maybe they are foolish struggles. One needs to acquiesce at times especially when the struggle causes too much tension.

I grow old and fool myself into thinking I will quit some pursuits. I really have to stop doing that. One should read philosophy and screw for as long as one can.

I wonder if I have arrived at some certain things.

Published in: on February 11, 2007 at 11:49 am  Comments (2)  

The Time of Forgetting

Norman Mailer’s Armies of the Night was lying on the couch when I got to suburbia. I picked it up and started reading it again, and quickly became absorbed.

Mailer relates his experience in the October 1967 peace march on the Pentagon. At the very least, it is an interesting account of a celebrity writer arrested for crossing Military Police lines at the Pentagon. I was in training to go to Vietnam at the time, so the march did not make an impact on me. My mind was elsewhere.

When I compare Vietnam to the Iraq Occupation, some things feel the same: the frustration over the waste and lives lost for instance. You would think people would still remember after forty years, yet they make the same mistakes again.

What good is any philosophy when memory fails? All that is left is tragedy.

Published in: on February 11, 2007 at 1:44 am  Leave a Comment  

The Harrison Method

Will Blythe gives Jim Harrison’s method for mending a broken heart.

In a 1971 “false memoir” called “Wolf,” written while Harrison was convalescing from a fall off a cliff, he suggested curing heartbreak by broiling a two- to three-pound porterhouse, eating it with your hands, followed by a hot bath in which you consume the best bourbon you can buy until the bottle is empty. Then sleep for a day. Ladies and gentlemen, this works.

If my heart is ever broken again, I will try it.

Published in: on February 10, 2007 at 10:31 am  Leave a Comment