Concert Video
Today in mall, did a lot with cameras, video of concert. Watched just now show about Biodome - but I don’t think it was that. Eighties music in this movie. Lots of magazines coming in now, more than enough. This a perfect place to watch TV, well established, this black leather couch, in the basement, with every technology at arm’s reach, dual television sources, double the high bandwidth Internet (as a backup). So much, all connected, confirmed. I am so close to paradise on earth by modern earthly standards that it is frightening, because I know that I am no better of a person with all the things and all the knowledge too. But it was a dream of long ago to have a computer, televison, and VCR - that was way back, when in Brazil I dreamed that, 1985 - which was twenty years ago now - very distant! Time passes so fast, all in a rush and it is over. Here I have a very good thing; I need to appreciate it more and care for it better, be more thankful and more careful. A rich rush, fashion, jewelry, James Bond I am watching, her majesty’s service. So many things can be sent. This rich rush of much and many. Words so many said and planted. All of it spent and said. Discovered later, placed where it could be found. How that was in each way reached. These places, frames, pillows, yellow, roses, ruffles. Someone who said, should, where the reach was, how much was knonw, good writing, quality, thinking, reach. Each heavy way, platered mud, flowers, riches, reach. Sun, cotton, moon. Painted entrance, what each thought they knew. If these words were structured. I remember when Boxter came along - windows I had never seen. It disappeared when Windows came. I used it on my PS2/Model 30. That was my first computer. I was so proud of it. Travel through Italy I remember. On the train, looking out the window, taking notes. Trying to see it all. I had a journal than, no potential readers. Now blogs are here, but I didn’t jump in as I should have. Didn’t understand blogs even while at PSI. I was going to install things for Jeff. The travel is what killed me. I was so wiped out by the road. It hurt me to waste time. Now time is endless; it keeps going on. I thank God for so much time. I like reading Lawrence Durrell. He is a great residence writer. I appreciate his way of writing. It is more passionate and alive to me than even D.H. Lawrence, loved by Tagliabue. I need to know that I can read if I choose, just turn everything off. I have freedom now. I hope that it continues. Reporting to a boss I don’t. But I must always concern myself with quality control. Stone and wood - so many good things established. All I must do is clean it often. Diamonds and mirrors. I wish I knew more words. Threads of gold - panels of wood - water that is fresh - the good things Ernest Hemingway wrote about.