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[Oct. 11th, 2007|10:36 pm] |
Today I began my morning with scrambled eggs, rather than my accustomed raisin bran. A man in a hotel brought them to me, in one of those circumstances in which one has not really ordered them but they appear through the kindness of another who has pre-ordered. I rarely have scrambled eggs anymore, though I quite enjoy them. I derived a sense of cheap grace by abstaining from the bacon. I have a theory, as yet untried, that heated turkey jerky would be a fitting accompaniment to eggs. Some days I wish I were vegetarian--on such days I wonder if they still make sausage from cherries.
I was delighted to find that Doris Lessing won the Nobel Prize for Literature. The Golden Notebook meant a great deal to me when I was twenty. I proved disappointed to find that Harold Bloom offered a critique of the selection--and though Harold Bloom's defense of the romantic poets deserves some respect, in general I think life is too full of the Harold Blooms of the world, who are the true pharasaical "death of art". In a related vein, I always liked that Neil Young said that "Sweet Home Alabama" is a better song than "Southern Man". I love the image when Anna Wulf joins the Labour Party.
I'm puzzling over people who punch holes in Monets and kiss Twomblys. I'm more than puzzled by the zeitgeist of recent times that any school yard slight justifies a retaliation based on firearms. Yet so often the key to the mysteries is not worthy of Poirot, but relates to personal challenges faced by the perpetrators. In this very modern world I believe we need more velvet ropes between audience and artwork. At the same time< I wonder if we don't erect too many velvet ropes on that old mainstay "what is art?".
The rich get richer. The poor get poorer. The plot thickens like pumpkin soup, but turns out to be as banal as a discount store werewolf costume on November 4. I'm tired of the same old thing--self-fulfilling perceived unsolvable problems. I'm ready for solutions.
I'm exhausted. I'm thankful that exhaustion is the worst challenge I face tonight. |
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like sweet home Alabama! right on with the words you have written. hope you get a little rest before you begin another wonderful weekend.
![[User Picture]](http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/81994763/473064) | From: nostril 2007-10-12 11:15 am (UTC)
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i once read part of the golden notebook and somehow i own her canopus science fiction series and i remember her from freshman composition, this doris lessing. and i don't know her that well, but two things i might say at a coctail party are: "she is prolific" "she is amazing from stars to synapses." i did read her book on cats at my job, but i was disapointed, thinking she would tell me something about cats. and she did in a very strange way, but expectation was that such a writer might have some special connection to cats. my assumption made an ass out of me and i realize the time she lived in (and i thnk still lives) didn't know as much of cats. but still, disapointed anyhow. not in the writing at all on cats. but i expected so much more in terms of content.
![[User Picture]](http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/1477595/478129) | From: gurdonark 2007-10-14 02:57 pm (UTC)
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I always see Doris Lessing as good for ideas and for a particular type of very incisive and very dry wit. I can understand how disappointing it would be if her content on cats was not as insightful as on other things.
Try this sometime:
my daily *power protein* breakfast
one egg with a dollop of no fat cottage cheese, scrambled 1 MorningStar Farms soy sausage patty
OJ,coffee, and a tall glass of water
(I've become accustomed to having this every day. Anytime that I miss it and have carbs instead I'm dragging the rest of the day)
I've never been a cottage cheese person, but perhaps I'll give it a try for something new.
You don't really taste the cottage cheese, what it does is inflate the volume of one egg almost double, and adds more protein. | |