June 6th, 2004

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Limping Home

"Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. To "Why am I here?" To uselessness. It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus". --Enid Bagnold (author of "National Velvet")

Saturday morning I arose early, as is my custom, to read the newspaper. The classified advertisements were filled with worthy automobiles, eligible for purchase. Although some part of me wanted to get a "pound pet" from the local used car shelter, I determined to focus on a new car.

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One man's story

My friend glw has a simple website about the World War Two experience of his late father, which can be read here. It's free of hoopla, sloganeering and sentimentality, and just tells bits of one enlisted man's military experience many decades ago.
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The park shrinks

"The good we secure for ourselves is precarious and uncertain until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life".
--Jane Addams

This morning I walked our younger dog in the local "pocket park", Glendover Park. The other day I noticed that they are building something just adjacent to the park.
The part they plowed up and stuck culverts upon is just where the grass used to be left unmowed, so that killdeer could nest on the ground. Still, my dog and I walked around the little pond. We saw the wild duck and her two ducklings. Yesterday, when my wife and I walked at another park, Towne Lake Park, a toddler ran beside us towards a muscovy duck, saying "gotta go see the duckie". His mother followed along behind him ensuring, a bit frantically, that he did not experience either the water or the feel of a drake's bill. I do not know what they are putting on the land I thought was part of the park--more school, a baseball field, a mini-mall? We'll see.

This afternoon I worked, and then drove home through the "back way", a mildly rural drive, passing mimosa trees in bloom on side streets. I put on the CD 801 Live as I drove. I found my blood began really pumping when the song "Third Uncle" came on. Almost every Eno song benefits from the live performance. I could not remember enough of the words to sing along, though.

In response to my "encore song" poll some time ago, someone pointed out that they would cover the Big Star cover of a Kinks song, which I thought an utterly cool turn of phrase. I know that I'd cover 801's cover of "You Really Got Me", before I'd cover either the Kinks version or the Van Halen version. I worry that I discriminate against Van Halen, for even with Van Halen's "Jump", I'd cover Roddy Frame's Aztec Camera version.

Sometimes I feel as though everything is shrinking--and I'm just hunting some metaphoric greenspace.