Late at night, folks, this great American writer here, before you, has small experiences. And because they are so small, little things in a sort of microscope of the normal reported activities and events, they too are worth reporting, for a suggestive educational scientific purpose, almost, or rather. Small things. An action that is a blend of memories, many of them, and the movements and physical stuff, getting up to go the bathroom, doing the dishes, making the tea, ordering carry out sushi, then downstairs to go get it, taking the recycling out, as I talk to mom and the phone, who manages to call in a decent mood and bright, and I try to tell her my own little bits of what Harry and Meghan are up to, their wish to retreat from royal public duties...
I watch some things, what I can find, Charlie Rose interviews, Conan, short pieces, longer more document type things, Hunter S. Thompson.
You try in life to avoid creating a big persona, a personality to live up to. I think that's natural. Like Emily Dickinson writes, in My Life had Stood a Loaded Gun in Corners ('til the oversoul or transcendentally realized being comes, the master...) Let yourself at most imitate quiet things, things of tradition, the roots of things, the base musical or story core. The template. The old god story, except that they can be very explicitly wise and quoted, historically. Just little notes of Jesus, a small application of his wisdom to whatever you do.
So. Yes. So. On my own little 2001 space ship odyssey, I am quiet, a background type, a person who lets the rampant insult of Washington DC cramping of style just flow over, as I quietly tend bar and listen, hardly a personality to be seized upon, as if, in the end, no one would notice, but for that quiet smile, the laugh, the listening, to all the stories and to all the facilitated unwinding. He was a blur, an affable person. He appreciated us. He bought us drinks from time to time. he seemed to allow for an interesting crowd, perpetual, rotating, like a tv talk show or something...
Friday, January 10, 2020
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