Posts tagged ‘Dali’

October 13, 2010


by jhon baker

Mr. Chadwick over at the journey laid out the famous questions and asked us all to play so I thought that I wasn’t going to blog about anything else – I might as well be a sport, normally I suck at that.

  • 1. What is your favorite word? 

 I’ve recently taken up smoking again while feeling like I would rather have taken up drinking. I would do both but – whoa, one vice at a time there big guy.

  • 2. What is your least favorite word?

 Sleeping well has always been an issue, except when medicated by this drug that takes away my ability to link words and phrases together in a meaningful way.

  • 3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?

I’ve never liked being in a car for long periods unless there was a point to the getting somewhere, anywhere.

  • 4. What turns you off?

static no longer fills nighttime after we’ve left the television on.

  • 5. What is your favorite curse word?

dancing on bare carpet with bare feet while naked always makes the neighbors smile.

  • 6. What sound or noise do you love?

generally speaking most people would rather not know another human being unless there were some particular advantage to the acquaintance.

  • 7. What sound or noise do you hate?

using a typewriter has truly honed my typing skills and my love of fine paper.

  • 8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

Giorgio Armani makes the best black plastic glasses frames while diamondwood makes the best material for a cane.

  • 9. What profession would you not like to do?

Albert Einstein once wrote that imagination is more important than knowledge and I disagree. I would call them out equally – imagination without the ability to express it would be a tragedy and knowledge without the ability to see where it is useful abstractly would be an equal tragedy – Like Garfunkel post Simon and Garfunkel.

  • 10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

I walked once for two miles in the pouring rain through one way streets and the sidewalks of Chicago only to find myself in a diner where they served bad housewife coffee.

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May 11, 2010

Salvador Dali while still dead has a birthday

by jhon baker
I think this is all that needs to be said about Sal. Happy birthday if it’s your thing.

woke up about five thirty this morning and moments before getting dressed I decided right then I needed to make coffee and right then I thought a shower would also be nice. The best part was spending the first part of my day nude. I dare not drink coffee without at least a shirt and underwear of some sort and feeling silly only wearing that I got dressed after the shower but feel clean though clothed now.
48 hour magazine is now available on mag cloud and while I am not in it, as I did nothing on theme as themes bother me and I reach out for moments and abandon themes. The theme also will not allow one to bend into the tangent regularly either. Regardless, the themed magazine is available now should you wish to buy it. I am only still doing adverts for them as they are going to pay the writers a portion of the sales. I will buy one, read it and review it here at my leisure.
yesterday, today and maybe tomorrow

coffee x 2
read papers
e-mail/internet dialogue
write for awhile

lunch or
peanut butter and
raspberry jam

woodshop (garage)
write for awhile
play with son aged five

time with woman
sleep if possible if not

write till the river Lethe
washes over dry and blinking eyes.

 – Hoc Scripsi

every time I type out Hoc Scripsi I misspell it by one space on the keyboard. Don’t know why – maybe an ‘O’ at the end makes more sense to me than the ‘i’ does.
Today I am going to go the range and practice for awhile, remember to breathe through the trigger pull and I ought to do well.

my bones feel oddly heavy and even lifting my fingers to type is an effort. This is not the first time I have felt my solidity or experienced a jaw so heavy as to not be able to speak. I am not connected as to why this happens but it always makes me feel heavy and serious.

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