Sunday, April 05, 2020

how we’re weathering the war on virility

So, now I’ve earned license to fly away into my own heights again.

I forgot to note in mid-March that a new introductory discussion for The Project was uploaded: “‘being well’ in relation to ‘well-being’.” And the g.comsense of site” was clarified.

Saturday, March 28, 2020

being a life of artistry

What a pleasure to be a NYTimes “Pick” at comments on an article
I loved reading. Of the editors’ few picks, out of over 400 comments,
I’m the last word!

Now, not to burden you with intricacies, please bear with me to a figurative (non-intricate) end.

Saturday, March 14, 2020

fairly aiming

Gorgeous days have come to Berkeley, just as the Covid-19 scare causes Cal’s botanically-lush campus to become as quiet as spring break.

I completed the “set of aims” that I mentioned March 6, but went to bed last night a little despaired about how I could do anything with it briefly for an update here.

This morning, I became enchanted by an astronomy article in the NYTimes, which caused me to spend the morning writing exotically
to the author, David Overbye. Then, I turned that into a blog posting,
for astro-science funding—then beyond.”

What to do with the elaborate organization of notes that express the set of aims remains to be seen. But the thematic distance from the “way post...” below (textist) to “—then beyond” (cosmic) tropes the scale of my aims.

Monday, March 09, 2020

way post up for words

A new post, above the one before (above the one before (above the one before…)) allegorizes increasing departure (going up as pathing forward). Reading down the list as going back and disclosing implicit presumption by what’s above: that the writing has already lived what going down recalls.

With diaries, a reader opens to the beginning and reads into the future. With blogging, a reader opens to the present and increasingly (reading down) finds a past.

Yet, the writer’s present is implicitly drawing itself into an anticipatory path.

Sunday, March 08, 2020

days go by

Mar. 6

I need time until Sunday for an update here, because I have a set of aims I can’t be fair to, by late tonight.

Mar. 7

No, I can’t get it done. Too much aim, too little time.

I’ll have it before Friday, Mar. 14 (he said).

But the home page update got more interesting.

Last night, I streamed “The Handmaiden” (2016) which is amazing—
and thanks to the stop-and-start option of streaming, one can be sure
to not get frustrated by subtitle reading amid major action. Later
discussing this feminist fable of duplicity will be fun.

Now, I’m going to stream “The Souvenir” (2019).

Saturday, February 15, 2020

a music note

While gathering notes (pertaining to a specific project) that are scattered across 10+ years of gardening, I found (several days ago) a paragraph
I deleted from a September 2015 posting which relates to an interview
of writer Siri Hustvedt, May 2019, I saw today, titled “‘I’m writing for my life’.”

She says “…‘I want to write another novel, but I also want to write this philosophical book, and I have many, many essays now that I should put together in another collection’.” Then, “she drops her voice to a whisper,” says the interviewer: “…‘I’m a little nuts, I am working like a maniac to get it in before I die.’” She’s 65.

Friday, January 17, 2020

being creatively of creative being

I assume that my conversive title seems facile. But idealizing a highly flourishing way of life (of others, at least—as learning never ends) is
to me anticipating an intimacy of creativity with such a way of life.

Over the years, I’ve made brief notes from time to time about what I felt creativity is, which now aggregates into a rich textual tapestry.

I always thought of such improvisation as precursory to really understanding creativity via researchers specializing in the study of this. But the leading research (which I’ve accumulated over the years, too, without yet dwelling with it) is disappointing, now that I’ve read through a lot of it, because they’re seeking some general structuring of significant novelty as such, which tends to undermine the topic, the more specific one is.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Though I’m not religious,…

…there’s easily reason to empathize with those who are.

Here: Have a good cry.