"The page is from an anti-Semitic weekly published in Riga, Latvia, during the German occupation of that little country. It is six months old, and offers tips on gardening and home canning. The Maori is studying it very earnestly, in the hopes of learning what we would all like to know about ourselves: where he is, what is going on, and what is likely to happen next."
--Rabo Karabekian

hoom
I have a tendency toward withdrawal and letting things happen rather than taking action. I would like to turn my talent for idleness into meditation or yoga. This blog spent some time as "grown tree-ish" in reference to that state. I was reading The Two Towers and Fangorn said something about the Ents becoming more like their charges over the years, silent and rooted.

funny how time flies
So sayeth Tears For Fears. I don't know where to start...
At first this blog was called "a glass hotel" for the Robyn Hitchcock song on Eye. I love that album, as well as much of what he does. I have RH quotes scattered about my mental space like Surrealist fortune cookies, but there is a pretty straightforward line from the song, I try to keep it in mind--"there's nothing in the future and there's nothing in the past/there's only this one moment and you've got to make it last". Of course I have no great hold on any of those temporal zones. I used to spend a lot of time and energy worrying about the future. Now I dwell on the past like it's a mystery to be solved, it sits in my thoughts like shadows in a Giorgio de Chirico painting. It isn't a matter of nostalgia, or glorifying my teenage years, and there's no faceless terror knocking over mason jars in the cellar. I just feel like I've never delved into anything as deeply as I've wanted. Moments, ideas, people, places, my interests--details fade, connections corrode, nothing explored. A puzzle unfinished. Regarding that quote, perhaps there is nothing in the past and future because we carry it all with us into each shifting quantum stew of a moment. I am very happy to say that RH has a new album, Spooked, coming out next month. And if you'll forgive the poeticism, I almost crapped myself when I read that it was recorded with Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings. I just happen to be seeing them on Tuesday. Woohoo!