When my home is in order....I can relax
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raybearThe subject line is courtesy of the closet organizer I bought last week. Next to a picture of the product and an inset photo that looks like a man opening up a gift box with a sweater and a woman standing behind him. I think it was supposed to be in their christmas catalog but they got lazy and slapped it on the shelving picture.
While I'm bothered by the whole "happy housewife" sentiment of the statement, I can't help but think it's a little true. When my mind's a wreck, my house becomes a wreck and then they feed on each other. This past week has been a weird purgatory period -- I've been slowly, slowly, getting my shit together, and yet, and yet, I wouldn't quite commit to certain projects. As if I hadn't quite convinced myself I really was moving forward. But yesterday I decided it was time to buck up and just be a man about it, like Toni Braxton says. Okay, that's not really how I give myself pep talks, but the point is made. I've been crossing off items in my imaginary to-do list for a couple hours and now I'm taking a break to write and eat.
In the midst of my own special "change your life" day, I have lots of thoughts and talks outloud to myself. I mean, that's the whole point of time alone, but what always amuses me is the non-deep stuff that pops up from my subconscious. Today I decided I wanted an internet porn movie database so when you see an actor you like in a movie you can find out other movies they're in -- I'm not talking about the big stars but more the 2nd and 3rd tier porn stars. I did a quick search on google but didn't find much. I mean, have you tried including the word "porn" in an internet search?
I just hung one of my Rothko prints over my turntables. It hasn't quite survived too well -- two moves, being exposed to direct sunlight for a couple years. But it was a gift from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thebrownhornet in addition to it being, as mentioned, a Rothko print. His prints are ridiculous. They're artwork for matching couches and curtains and rarely evoke any of the sentiment of the original pieces. Except I'm lucky enough to have seen most of the original paintings. The prints are postcards from myself from standing in museums in galleries, facing the wall where they hang and finding myself absorbed and transfixed and overwhelmed in the best way possible. As simple reminders of those moments, they are not ridiculous.
While I'm bothered by the whole "happy housewife" sentiment of the statement, I can't help but think it's a little true. When my mind's a wreck, my house becomes a wreck and then they feed on each other. This past week has been a weird purgatory period -- I've been slowly, slowly, getting my shit together, and yet, and yet, I wouldn't quite commit to certain projects. As if I hadn't quite convinced myself I really was moving forward. But yesterday I decided it was time to buck up and just be a man about it, like Toni Braxton says. Okay, that's not really how I give myself pep talks, but the point is made. I've been crossing off items in my imaginary to-do list for a couple hours and now I'm taking a break to write and eat.
In the midst of my own special "change your life" day, I have lots of thoughts and talks outloud to myself. I mean, that's the whole point of time alone, but what always amuses me is the non-deep stuff that pops up from my subconscious. Today I decided I wanted an internet porn movie database so when you see an actor you like in a movie you can find out other movies they're in -- I'm not talking about the big stars but more the 2nd and 3rd tier porn stars. I did a quick search on google but didn't find much. I mean, have you tried including the word "porn" in an internet search?
I just hung one of my Rothko prints over my turntables. It hasn't quite survived too well -- two moves, being exposed to direct sunlight for a couple years. But it was a gift from
thebrownhornet in addition to it being, as mentioned, a Rothko print. His prints are ridiculous. They're artwork for matching couches and curtains and rarely evoke any of the sentiment of the original pieces. Except I'm lucky enough to have seen most of the original paintings. The prints are postcards from myself from standing in museums in galleries, facing the wall where they hang and finding myself absorbed and transfixed and overwhelmed in the best way possible. As simple reminders of those moments, they are not ridiculous.
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Date: 2004-01-20 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-20 01:05 am (UTC)first)A clean house is a holy house. So submit to God and get to dustin'!
second) Do you really think you have the mental fortitude and necessary hand strength to put together a porn database?
third)Fluke is the (no pun intended here) bomb! Have you heard "Bullet"? Very tasty.
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Date: 2004-01-20 02:09 am (UTC)2) oh, i didn't think i should make a porn database! i just meant one should exist for me to peruse.
3) your comment made me find "bullet" on my jukebox.
and
4) i freakin' love that userpic of you on santa's lap.
rothko
Date: 2004-01-20 03:46 am (UTC)join me?
Date: 2004-01-20 03:45 pm (UTC)And yes, Chicago is lacking in Rothko. A couple years ago I journeyed out to NYC to go to the Whitney when they did the huge retrospective. The best thing I've ever done for myself, ever. Okay, maybe my recent foray into grad school is pretty good, but I'm still not sure it tops it.
Re: join me?
Date: 2004-01-20 04:41 pm (UTC)Oh god. What I would not have given to see that exhibit at the Whitney. I don't even think I knew about it. They have some good Rothkos at the Met, but that would have been amazing. I'm craving New York.