Tuesday, May 1, 2001

 

11:08 p.m. Last night's radio program was about creativity. I was trying to listen to it around the heavy alien buzz that my computer makes when it is restarted. More buzzing from the desktop-rebuild procedure, and then the voice on the radio comes back in, tuned in from the static as if my radio were an old 1944 console and I was a citizen at war trying to hear every important word.

Sadly, I lost the entire week's worth of work in several nasty crashes. From the tattered remnants of the radio program, I've gathered the advice that a creative person has to take care of personal security before he or she can make art and I know it's not very creative to say this, but Duh.

I shouldn't be too harsh, because it's all my own fault, really. Art, commerce, making a living, making a statement, making a difference ... getting my priorities in order and making sure the electric bill is paid before I stare off into the distance. I know I've created all the elements in this particular moment so that I can practice juggling certain sharp realities.

Juggling is a little-appreciated art form.

Meanwhile, I've created some new pages for the lovely month of May and I don't know for sure if I'm going to keep the little bugs at the top of these entries, cute as they are. They might very easily begin to get on my nerves. As my mother always says: "We'll see."

We'll see.

We'll wait and see what this month brings, both financial as well as creative.

Waiting is another little-appreciated art form.

As is spinning in place without losing your place. The secret is to keep your eye on a single, unmoving object in the distance. That object is your sacred mission, and you must never let it out of your sight. Otherwise, you could get dizzy and -- you know -- fall off the planet by mistake.