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thirteenrocksCoffee Drinkers are less likely to committ suicide.
Fun Factoid for a Saturday Afternoon. From the book "..Or Not To be" a Collection of Suicide Notes" by Marc Etkind. I picked it off the crammed bookshelves to flip through while I pitch a loaf on the porcilin toliet.
It is one of many books that line the bookshelves. It sits upright among the Home Improvement 1-2-3 hardbound orange cover reference guide, nearby a collection of gay nude images, and right above books on Keith Haring, Annie Lebovitz, and Dali. Kelly and I discovered it ("or not to be") back in our informative years, and being the morbid, goth-esque cemetary children that we were, this suited us well. The book, self described on the introduction,is good old fashioned literary pornography. Diving into the private lives of the accused who are no longer able to defend themselves. Much like reading a journal.
I've been trying to purge. Cleaning truely is therapy, letting into the elements, the physical and emotional shackles that bind us to the past, or the present, in both regards. Brushing off the dirt, moving it to another place.
Yet as much as one purges, as much as the bulimic tosses his or her stomache, there are those physical (or mental) objects that one refuses to let go: the gift from your parents that you refuse to dispose of, to prohibit ill feelings, your favorite sweater laying in threads and is too small, the letter from Grandma-her last example of sketchy handwritting, journals, the smell of the air, feel of the wind, taste of the salt on a sea barring vessel-that type of thing....
And that is a good thing. These totems of existance. Of comfort. Of sitting down and eating a pint of Coffee Ice cream with a steaming cup of fresh ground coffee mixed in with water in a french press, awaing to be siped as the evening comes to arrive on ones front poarch.
I'm doing good. Don't assume otherwise. Its the conversation that breeds new brain cells and intellectual thought. Its the conversation that breeds new ideals, new theories and feeds the creative process. Its the caffine that breeds energy, and bags of chocholate I'll purchase at the local grocery store along with starbucks that feeds the hunger.
Its time for more coffee... *smile*
Fun Factoid for a Saturday Afternoon. From the book "..Or Not To be" a Collection of Suicide Notes" by Marc Etkind. I picked it off the crammed bookshelves to flip through while I pitch a loaf on the porcilin toliet.
It is one of many books that line the bookshelves. It sits upright among the Home Improvement 1-2-3 hardbound orange cover reference guide, nearby a collection of gay nude images, and right above books on Keith Haring, Annie Lebovitz, and Dali. Kelly and I discovered it ("or not to be") back in our informative years, and being the morbid, goth-esque cemetary children that we were, this suited us well. The book, self described on the introduction,is good old fashioned literary pornography. Diving into the private lives of the accused who are no longer able to defend themselves. Much like reading a journal.
I've been trying to purge. Cleaning truely is therapy, letting into the elements, the physical and emotional shackles that bind us to the past, or the present, in both regards. Brushing off the dirt, moving it to another place.
Yet as much as one purges, as much as the bulimic tosses his or her stomache, there are those physical (or mental) objects that one refuses to let go: the gift from your parents that you refuse to dispose of, to prohibit ill feelings, your favorite sweater laying in threads and is too small, the letter from Grandma-her last example of sketchy handwritting, journals, the smell of the air, feel of the wind, taste of the salt on a sea barring vessel-that type of thing....
And that is a good thing. These totems of existance. Of comfort. Of sitting down and eating a pint of Coffee Ice cream with a steaming cup of fresh ground coffee mixed in with water in a french press, awaing to be siped as the evening comes to arrive on ones front poarch.
I'm doing good. Don't assume otherwise. Its the conversation that breeds new brain cells and intellectual thought. Its the conversation that breeds new ideals, new theories and feeds the creative process. Its the caffine that breeds energy, and bags of chocholate I'll purchase at the local grocery store along with starbucks that feeds the hunger.
Its time for more coffee... *smile*
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Date: 11 Sep 2007 05:20 (UTC)I was reading the Sunday paper and thought of you. There are a couple of Art shows I thought you might be interested in. Of course sitting here I can't remember the artists names for sure. One I think was Frida or something like that. I will have to get back to you if you are interested.
Hugs, Jon
sure!
Date: 11 Sep 2007 05:24 (UTC)Re: sure!
Date: 11 Sep 2007 08:10 (UTC)