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2003-08-26 - 6:38 p.m.
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Chuck Palahniuk on Radio One
Ahhh, nearly 7pm already. No idea where the day goes. I did manage to get the last few drawings off to my NY client before 6pm. No response at my Bear client's, so I have no feedback on my work, or info about whether I can pick up my original sketches tomorrow. I am inspired by the Bear project and would like to go full steam ahead with it while my heart is in it.
I realize I am rather obsessive compulsive.
Today chatting with my NY client about the discoveries I make when doing research for their drawings: in this instance finding the maggots image for my website, and discovering that the Egyptian sun god Ra has an alter ego of the night: Khepera (many different spellings)... who has a scarab beetle for a head and who ferries the sun through the underworld so it will be in the East again for its morning resurrection. Many beautiful images: jewelry, basreliefs on monuments, paintings... The scarab with wings.
This makes me think of ob, and her fascination with religion, which I am quickly growing to share in the past year. And how that translates to her multiple worship of different Dommes/lovers. How one can be devout worshipper of more than one and be wholeheartedly honest. My problem is similar to the religious leaders in Pi... I think "how can the love of me coincide with the worship of the other?". Actually I try to make space for her worship of the many. But somehow this seems not possible within herself. She does not seem to be able to negotiate.
As if Pi promised to assist the liturgy at the Church on Sunday, but then didnt show up in order to worship Allah elsewhere. That would put lie to the "all are one, one is all" harmony. I don't have problem with the worship of others (other than a bit of personal insecurity which is my baggage), but rather with being promised something which is withdrawn or disregarded. Being stood up. Lost opportunities. Changes of allegiance. The word of pc now worth nothing. So sad and so unnecessary. It may be possible to have it all, with wise scheduling, foresight and empathic compromise.
Today they are talking on the radio about a "Bereavement Register"... where one can register their loved recently deceased. They are talking about the pain felt by relatives when they get mail for departed loved ones. Oh, don't we know it. The past bleeding into the present.
I am inspired by Life of Pi to get a prayer rug as well as a rosary and Marys. And maybe wear my muslim headcovering. What would be the reactions? Is it blasphemous or honoring? If there is a god, what do they see, care about? If you cover your head in the presence of god, shouldnt it be covered every moment, whether in public, in worship, in bed, in the shower? Much to think on.
I am hungry and going to go out now. I realize that I am not fully functioning in my life when I feel no desire to cook or tend my garden. I just want to work on my website, my contracts, my diary. Read my novel and reconstruct my contact with people in the world. Chew over life goals.
I will write tonight a webpage about being in love. "In" as immersed in. "Love" as in valuing, cherishing, wanting, holding, wonderment.
Doing ok tonight but rather crabby I realise. Finished with my NY sketches and wanted to be social so called M.Black and set up a date to go over and hang with him and his girlfriend. Ended up running a wee bit late because of an inspiring conversation with a choreographer at the Belles Soeurs resto, and then a phone conversation with Pirate Cousin. Finally, it turned into a torrential downpour, and I realise that I had also dumped my bike with a flat tire a week ago (there may only be a stripped frame left on the lamppost when I go by tomorrow!!), and so must take a bus. Buses only go every half hour in the evening.
Got the dog out to pee and was towelling her off when M.Black called to say it was too late for a visit. I got rather cranky... stuck at home again, too late to make alternate plans. And so sick of sitting at my desk.
Well, I ended up with computer back syndrome again, but was so productive with my html.Wench's Homepage
I guess I should mention something about the Radio One interview with Mr. Palahniuk. I tuned in just as he was telling how he uses writing to deal with his personal life shit. My ears pricked up of course. Interestingly his father was shot to death. Apparently he had a weakness for women, and ended up meeting a woman who,unknown to the father, had a murderously homicidal (now there is redundancy!) ex who had told her he would kill any man he caught her with. So sure enough, he got shot to death when this ex burst in on him and the woman in bed. Now there is REAL LIFE DRAMA for you! Does one need to create drama? No, life obliges.
Now the INCREDIBLE thing is that Mr. Palahniuk's father was the childhood survivor of a murder... apparently his own father (Mr. Palahniuk's grandfather) went bananas and hunted down him and his mom. He remembered hiding under the bed or somesuch while the father's boots walked back and forth, looking for him. He hid while his father gave up, shot his wife and then himself.
So Mr. Palahniuk's father was an orphan due to a murder/suicide. The theory is that he spent his life searching for a mother... manically sexually addicted, going out with one woman after another, cheating on them left and right, constantly with the fear of the father with the gun chasing him. And in the end, the gun caught up with him, in bed with one of these women.
One couldnt ask for a better tying up of loose ends by fate. No wonder Mr. Palahniuk became a writer... I can relate, though my life is so dull in comparison. That is drama, and my life is a b-grade sitcom with a laughtrack of hyenas. By the way Chuck Palahniuk wrote Diary (most recently), The Fight Club and I believe another 4or 6 books. Look on amazon.com. I must read some, now that I have heard the man speak. He is an inspiration.
Well, now I am off to read Life of Pi some more. Too bad I have no lime, or I would drink my last Corona in the fridge.Tahtah... another day tomorrow.
On the agenda: stop by "Venez Tels Quels", try to find a straight razor, pick up pieces of my bike, speak to my therapist.blahblah.
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