i came down with something last night. a head cold (dripping, sore throat, etc.). i don't do well as a sick person. i revert to a three year old. my wife hates it, but being the wonderful trooper she is, she takes care of me. i hope i can fight this off before our vacation (which i'm sure i can) and i hope i don't give it to her, because she'll almost definitely have it during then. flying with a head cold is never fun, either.
anyway, i think i'm gonna go lie back down on the couch and whine a little more. maybe mumble some melancholy sounds. and dose up on some over-the-counter cold remedies. medicine head, here i come!
10 November 2005
09 November 2005
the holidays, and some poetry stuff
we'll be leaving on Tuesday the 15th to fly to Florida to visit family for two weeks for the Thanksgiving holiday. in the six years we've lived in Salt Lake (coincidentally, today is our 6 year anniversary of arriving in SLC), we've not had a holiday with family. so, this will be a nice vacation. plus, we'll get to see my sister's two young children. therefore, i'll probably not get to update this blog during those two weeks, though i will try. we'll see. my parents don't have a computer at their place, so email and such will be lagging.
today i received Issue #38 of remark. Kat did a great job with it. i thought that i would miss being the editor of remark. after i quit and handed the reins over to Kat, but not so much. it's nice to have the extra free time to myself. and with some of the shit Kat has had to deal with concerning primadonna, arrogant, ungrateful poets; i definitely don't miss dealing with that. thanks, Kat, for taking over the editorship of the magazine.
lastly, i received from christopher cunningham a signed copy of his new book, Thru the Heart of This Animal Life A Measure of Impossible Humor, published by Nerve Cowboy. i've said this before on this blog, but i'll say it again right now: christopher cunningham is the greatest living poet in America. it's a bold statement, but one i firmly believe. the dude sweats poetry.
today i received Issue #38 of remark. Kat did a great job with it. i thought that i would miss being the editor of remark. after i quit and handed the reins over to Kat, but not so much. it's nice to have the extra free time to myself. and with some of the shit Kat has had to deal with concerning primadonna, arrogant, ungrateful poets; i definitely don't miss dealing with that. thanks, Kat, for taking over the editorship of the magazine.
lastly, i received from christopher cunningham a signed copy of his new book, Thru the Heart of This Animal Life A Measure of Impossible Humor, published by Nerve Cowboy. i've said this before on this blog, but i'll say it again right now: christopher cunningham is the greatest living poet in America. it's a bold statement, but one i firmly believe. the dude sweats poetry.
07 November 2005
already?
is it really November already? the second week of it, no less? jesus.
it's no revelation that time flies, but here's my theory on that. one day for a one-day old is 100% of that person's life. so, it seems like a lifetime for a one-day old to wait another day. a day for a two-day old, therefore, feels half as long. using this logic, someone at the age of 30 feels one day as roughly 1/11,000th of their life, or 0.009% of their life. nothing. a mere blink of the eye. and someone 60 years old feels a day as even half as long. so, using this rock-solid logic, this is why every year seems to accelerate by at ever increasing speed. obviously the year doesn't actually go by any faster, it's our perception of that year that is changing.
not that this has anything to do with anything. i'm just lamenting the fact that it's already November, the radio stations are already playing xmas music, and i'll be dead before i know it.
it's no revelation that time flies, but here's my theory on that. one day for a one-day old is 100% of that person's life. so, it seems like a lifetime for a one-day old to wait another day. a day for a two-day old, therefore, feels half as long. using this logic, someone at the age of 30 feels one day as roughly 1/11,000th of their life, or 0.009% of their life. nothing. a mere blink of the eye. and someone 60 years old feels a day as even half as long. so, using this rock-solid logic, this is why every year seems to accelerate by at ever increasing speed. obviously the year doesn't actually go by any faster, it's our perception of that year that is changing.
not that this has anything to do with anything. i'm just lamenting the fact that it's already November, the radio stations are already playing xmas music, and i'll be dead before i know it.
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