Friday, December 4, 2015



The Daily News

1  Happy Frideeeeeee!!!!!!!

2  Funny how I still love Fridays.

3  My theory has always been that most people begin loafing around noon on Fridays. 

4  I actually work Fridays. 

5  I do this.

6  Full-time job.

7  I don't get paid much. I get rewarded when my mind comes up with something that makes hot oatmeal go through my nose. 





8  I keep that as my behind-the-scenes goal. As for the correct spelling of "porridge," I'll leave that to the experts. I have my own theories. There's a reason I choose the term "oatmeal." Anyway, it was all euphemism for "a quick, explosive laugh."  They happen every now and again to me when I write. 

9  I don't plan those moments; I depend on automatic writing to take over.

10  What you usually get here is a vague beginning of a thought cloud that morphs into a piece.

11  Fridays can move that train a lot quicker.

12  So there you have it. The dark secrets of the DN.

13  I clunk this stuff out often with babies cooing, teevees glowing, and houses bumping in the night.

14  I always admire writers who manage to find quiet rooms, cottages, or hotel rooms to hone their craft.

15  I get mornings. I also use two main computers: my Dell laptop, which loves buffering and jumping up four sentences, and my  Dell desktop, which loves buffering, and, well, buffering. 

16  I find myself forever grateful to my high school typing teacher, Mrs.___________.

17  I swear I don't recall her name. I think it was freshman year. I recall the business building, and a hallway downstairs where my friends and I used to play soccer with smashed aluminum soda cans. 

18  Sidebar the Foist: My first go-round, and I just spelled soccer s-o-c-k-e-r (see above). AND I forgot my typing teacher's name. 

19  I've said it once, and I'll say it again: don't get old.

20  Moving On, Part One: The teevee played another evening of the popular law series The Good Wife. When I can watch, I enjoy the show. There was a scene where a phone rang, and someone referenced "Godot."

21  The reference was to the Broadway play Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. It is about two fellows standing around a tree, and soon, through conversation, we find that they are waiting for a third person named Godot.

22  This goes on not for one act, but for two. It is considered one of the greatest plays ever written, because Beckett managed to write a complete, two-act play where nothing happens at all, and that the second act is a clever re-do of the first. No lesser person than Beckett biographer Vivian Mercier stated that. 

23  So. Godot is a story that is plotless. It is considered one of the greatest plays written in the twentieth century.

24  Who does that?

25  When asked by famed director Roger Blin just what Godot was, Beckett said that he wrote the play in French, and that Godot referred to the French word godillot, or godasse, which means "boot." Further explanation included words to the affect that somehow, feet play a huge part in the play. Wow. That's deep, man.

26  I  pulled that one down from The-Source-That-Nobody-Wants-to-Use-But-That-Everybody-Uses-Anyway Wiki.


27 The Wiki piece includes a fun quote from Vivian Mercier's Beckett/Beckett (London: Souvenir Press, 1990)

  "Beckett has often stressed the strong unconscious impulses that partly control his writing; he has even spoken of being 'in a trance' when he writes."

28  Sounds to me like he was in a poppy field.  I write every day, and let me tell you: I enter that same trance.

29  I saw Godot years ago in San Francisco, one of my earliest memories of professional theatre. I think it was the Orpheum, and I remember the seats being almost perpendicular to the stage. Small lad. Huge theatre.

30  I went with my Mom. The play struck me as ridiculously weird, but I also experienced what I thought was art. 

31  That play remains popular and quite artsy to Theatre people.

32  For the love of God I have no idea why.

33  And that, ladies and gentlemen, is one more thing I can scratch off my Bucket List. 

34  There you go. I don't like Samuel Beckett, nor do I like his stupid plays. 

35  Heresy!

36  Sure!

37  Here:





38 <whisperwhisperwhisper>

39  I said, "Heresy!"

40  I'm surrounded by idiots.

41  That's okay.

42   Anybody lookin'?

43   Moving On, Part Two: Updates on Cutie Pies: We're back to last night: We tried to time the Twincesses feeding so that they might sleep through the night. 

44   My laptop mouse (Yes, I use a mouse with a laptop!) kept brushing Isla's hand, and right when I adjusted, I naturally squeezed her hand, which I do a lot when I feed her. She woke with a start, then fell back to sleep.

45  I just forgot we were trying to be quiet.

46  Following my lead, Josh dashed into the yard, turned off the porch light, slid the door shut, and moved through the curtains, which made a loud crash.

47   Those two girls sleep with noise, usually. If you vacuum, they'll doze.

48   Meanwhile...I think they're done in. S-h-h-h-h. And...

49   It's Frideeeeeee.

50  I held off on the exclamation points because I wanna keep it down.

51  Gottago. The weekend beckons.

52  Have a GREAT one. And Happy Birthday tomorrow, Matt!

53  See you again.

54  Peace.


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