I’ll be bumping up the big airy poetica post as I go, so don’t be surprised to see the order of posts changed.
But in the world of the mundane, I’m back in DC, chillin, whilst Lyco is out in SF, visiting her college girlfriends for a women’s week.
El Gato Perfecto is overjoyed to have me ratting around the house – she comes over every now and then for a proprietiary head-rub before wandering off to the other parts of the house for exploration/inspection. Our little neighbor, the Compost Turner, did a bang up job of taking care of EGP. I think that Idaho was in and out of the house as well, which should have helped her some. Nonetheless, EGP is surprisingly passive and cuddly, as though she was starved for simple contact. Sigh. In some ways she’s like me – only interested in socializing on her own terms. A flaw, I think.
I have a bunch of stuff to take care of – mostly small physical projects that I’ve put off until I could clear up some time. Restringing my wind-chimes, that sort of thing. I’m also going to put together a late holiday gift for Drums Her Own Beat when she returns to the house. I expect the short time I’m alone in the house will result in a burst of ordering/cleaning behavior. It’s good every now and then to pull out your stuff and see what you have (for purposes of slimming/reducing/lathing away unneeded materiality.) Surprisingly, all my holiday gifts are unabashedly useful – not a single one that does not address some need I had. Most of the cash I received will just be funneled into the debt, erasing what’s left on the Little Red Rocket.
My time will also be used on the Critical Race and Identity Project at GULC, which, if I didn’t think was a tremendously important endeavor before mixing with section Other via ConLaw II, And, wasn’t simply an important social issue, regardless of educational venue/focus, I’d still be damn tempted to chip in time on, given that the CRIPs are some of the most admirable people that I’ve met during my stay here.
Ah. I’m feeling very left at this moment. Billy Bragg’s “There is Power in a Union” is playing in the background, and I’m sipping coffee and looking at my winter cycling gear laid out on the couch in preparation for a long ride tomorrow. Good stuff. I’ll have to make a cycling mix for the occasion. The only question is – do I take out the (very) old Ipod or put it on the new IAudio I got for the holidays? Hmm. I’m a bit uncomfortable with owning it, I think, as I’m still a bit uncomfortable with the Little Red Rocket. Hard to square with how I’ve lived thus far.
The ride should be head clearing or disastrous – too early to tell. I’m still running a cold, and nursing it for the past week or so hasn’t helped all that much. It, or its brother and sister viruses, just keep roaring back, which I’m simply getting tired of. If anyone wants to see me suck wind, in an epic fashion, I’ll be going down Rock Creek Park, then over the Potomac and out into VA. I’d advise hanging out in RCP near sunset, which should be my return leg. Should be highly amusing.
In the highly amusing category, I visited my old poetic mentor over the holidays – he hasn’t changed any, which fills me with great hope for humanity. Beneath his exterior of gruffness, he’s one of the most consistently big-hearted men I know, as well as being one of the most focused poets and gifted critiquers. I wish I could cattle prod him into doing some memoir leading to critical essays or just straight up critical writing. (Ain’t gonna happen though.) Sigh. Anyway, he’s a bit wary of both the internet and blogging – he had an amusing line about an acquaintance of mine who “Blogs everything, like when she gets a rash.”
So, in a comprehensive photo essay, I will demonstrate the proper way to shave an Imperial (which was retired when I felt that I had left the last semester behind me). I’m sure I’ll do something for next semester, and so I’ve saved my moustache wax.