Tuesday, June 29, 2004

the sounds of summer

What I'm listening to right now:

Keep Getting It On--Marvin Gaye
Take Me Out--Franz Ferdinand
I Don't Want to Wait in Vain--Bob Marley
Hey Mama--Black Eyed Peas
Theologians--Wilco
What'd I Say--Ray Charles
All Falls Down--Kanye West
The Luckiest--Ben Folds Five
Float On--Modest Mouse
Toma Reggaeton--Nore/Nina Sky/Tego
Maps--The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Let Go--Frou Frou

(I was really feeling the Franz Ferdinand song until I heard it in American Eagle, as part of their store soundtrack. I know I was the one in there shopping, but it still irritated me. Like most of the people in the store. I had just gotten out of work--and by this I mean I looked like hell--and had shuffled in there looking for a birthday present for a friend. Everyone else in that store was fully made up, color-coordinated, and smelled good. The whole situation gave me the strong urge to go home and go to sleep.)

Monday, June 28, 2004

bored?

Do you have free time? And a sweet tooth? (and a butt-load of fresh blueberries?) Then what you should be doing is making this. It is beyond fantastic. I could've happily consumed the whole thing all by myself.

why I work

Oh, the joys of needing money. I was at the grocery store looking for a card for my parent's anniversary and happened upon one of those random "for no reason at all" cards that was actually funny. It was designed to look like yellow loose-leaf paper with a coffee ring on it. On the outside it said (this might not be what the card says verbatim, but it's pretty close), "Why I Work: An Essay" and on the inside it said, "I like to eat". That pretty much sums it up. It's funny, but it's also true.

summer camp redux

Today was a (relatively) cool day (compared to some of the hot-and-humid scorchers we had a couple of weeks ago). I was cranky all morning, because I thought that I was going to be at the lakefront this afternoon wearing nothing but a bathing suit and a rescue tube, skittering around the edges of hypothermia and severe discomfort. I ended up being in serious danger of dying of smoke inhalation from the smoke that was positively billowing from two large charcoal grills. (The charcoal in them had been soaked with lighter fluid, even though it was matchlight charcoal.) I was supposed to be lifeguarding at the water park, but found out when I got there that it wasn't going to be opened today, because they had to test the swimming abilities of all the campers first. I was okay with this, because it was overcast and windy and then, about 15 minutes before we had to leave, rainy. Instead of swimming I ended up putting freshly grilled hamburgers and hotdogs (hundreds of them) on buns and paper plates and distributing potato chips evenly among the plates (so none of the small irritable campers would feel slighted). Easy work, but not what I signed up for. So, after a rip-roaring two hours at camp (complete with bad food, a plethora of energetic counselors, cranky children and the great outdoors) I headed back to my home sweet home and then to my other place of work, teaching swimming lessons for two hours. Shockingly enough, the lessons went smoothly and the time actually flew by. Now I'm home, dry and relaxing. And by relaxing I mean doing absolutely nothing. It's kind of sad how working all day (Or it might be the getting up and going to the gym at 8:30 am...) completely drains me of any energy to do something intelligent and constructive when I finally do have free time. Maybe tomorrow. (aka the story of my life)

Saturday, June 26, 2004

seashell

Seashell

Someone brought me a seashell.

Singing inside
is a sea from a map.
My heart
fills up with water
and little tiny fish,
silvery, shadowy.

Someone brought me a seashell.

--Federico Garcia Lorca

late afternoon

It's late afternoon, but incredibly bright and sunny--that really golden sunlight that you only see in summer. Everything is all green and gold. I'm just sitting here soaking up the light, because it was dreary, overcast, and drizzly all of yesterday and this morning. My hair smells like lakewater and I'm damp and dusted with mica and plant-matter (finally, a swim in un-chlorinated water!). Ah, lakes. Ah, summertime. I'm full of pizza (five pieces!) and more than a little sleepy. All things considered, as shitty as I feel sometimes, I really am so blessed (for one thing, I get paid to play in the water).

Friday, June 25, 2004

the anti-apology

Okay, that last post was a long freakin' post. Not to mention, in hindsight, kind of pretentious. Oh well. Today was all kinds of shitty--the kind of shitty where you come home from work hoping that the shittyness is finally over, only to realize that being home will be shitty, too--so I can't even muster up enough energy to feel apologetic for that long-ass post. Tomorrow, even though it's Saturday, will also involve lots of working. Hopefully, though, I'll be able to write a semi-coherent post about what's going on sometime in the near future. I have all kinds of things I want to write about, but, apparently, not enough time to do it. Maybe later. (and I'm still trying to set up this blog, can't figure out how to do it, and wondering why I'm bothering)

Thursday, June 24, 2004

a definition

A little bit on the name of my blog (until I pull myself together enough to write about some of the things on my mind):

"I call what I have written The Anathemata. (The dictionary puts the accent on the third syllable in contradistinction to 'anathemas'.)
It came to have this title in the following way: I knew that in antiquity the Greek word anathema (spelt with an epsilon) meant (firstly) something holy but that in the N. T. it is restricted to the opposite sense. While this duality exactly fitted my requirements, the English word 'anathemas', because referring only to that opposite sense, was of no use to me. I recalled, however, that there was the other English plural, 'anathemata', meaning devoted things, and used by some English writers down the centuries, thus preserving in our language the ancient and beneficient meaning; for 'anathemata' cames from anathema spelt with an eta, of which the epsilon from is a variant.
...Subsequent to deciding upon this title, I noted that in a reference to St. John Chrysostom it was said that he described the word as 'things...laid up from other things'. And again that in Homer it refers only to delightful things and to ornaments. And further, that it is a word having certain affinities with agalma, meaning what is glorious, and so used of statue, image, figure. (Hence our word figure-stone, agalmatolite, called also pagodite because the sacred images or pagodas of Asia are carved in it.) And again in the gospel, after narrating the incident of the widow's mite, St. Luke speaks of the onlookers who admired the 'goodly stones and gifts' that embellished the temple and he uses the word 'anathemata' of those gifts. And in the middle of the last century, an author, commenting on ancient votive offerings--figurines of animals--writes of 'such anathemata being offered by the poor.'
So I mean by my title as much as it can be made to mean, or can evoke or suggest, however obliquely: the blessed things that have taken on what is cursed and the profane things that somehow are redeemed: the delights and also the 'ornaments', both in the primary sense of gear and paraphernalia and in the sense of what simply adorns; the donated and votive things, the things dedicated after whatever fashion, the things in some sense made separate, being 'laid up from other things'; things, or some aspect of them, that partake of the extra-utile and of the gratuitous; things that are the signs of something other, together with those signs that not only have the nature of a sign, but are themselves, under some mode, what they signify. Things set up, lifted up, or in whatever manner made over to the gods."

-- David Jones, The Anathemata (this excerpt is from the Preface)

So, I was reading the preface to The Anathemata and found the etymology of the word 'anathemata' fascinating. I don't intend, in naming my blog Anathemata, everything that David Jones intended in calling his book The Anathemata. But I do want to draw from the etymology found in the preface to his book a vague notion of the meaning of the word: those things set apart, signs, devoted things. And those are the things that I want to talk about in my blog. My idea of such anathemata will probably be different than other people's and it includes music, religion, food, and family (among other things). This post might very well not make any sense at all--I have some articulation issues, but take from it what you will.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

so it begins

After becoming infatuated with a couple of blogs I decided that I wanted a shiny, new blog of my own. And here it is. I'm not sure if I have anything worth saying, nevermind anything interesting to say. But, never one to pass up an oppurtunity to throw in my two cents, here I am. Talking to myself... That works, too. And now, to sleep. (This is no mission statement.)