I heard someone say “cast aspersions” today and I could only hear it as “Cast As Persians,” sounding like one should not do that, should not cast movies with Persian actors.
I was dizzy walking through midtown today, loking for a damn burger. I thought I would try Bill’s Burger Bar but the line was ridiculous. I did not expect midtown to be so crowded today. i guess Good Friday is to blame, though how much sense does that make… Good Friday must be Burger Day, if today’s adventures in burgering are any indication.
i ordered a new Sorabji score, for delivery probably end of next week. It is the Sequenza Cyclica (probably spelling that wrong), in a new typeset edition. i think it is Sorabji’s longest solo piano piece, though i may have lost track of the Sorabji lore, or rather trivia. the score seemed surprisingly cheap to me, at under $200 USD with shipping from England. i know that when i contemplated buying these scores of Sorabji when i was in college the cost was prohibitive. in fact, when i contemplated buying CDs and LPs of Sorabji performances the cost was prohibitive. and of course when one contemplates contemplating Sorabji’s music the music itself is prohibitive. at any rate, this monster score for under $200 seemed surprisingly cheap, but my tolerance for spending money on these things has obviously adjusted itself over the years, and not necessarily in tandem with my income, but with my lack of debt. owing money is the worst feeling, the heaviest burden to bear. i never can forget that day i paid off the last credit card bill. that day came soon after paying off the reviled student loans. i stayed in corporate for the sole purpose of paying off debts, and i stayed in the machine longer than i might have intended, but not that much longer.
man, i feel spaced out. not eating is not recommended. i just ate a burger but it’s left me strangely dizzy, as i was dizzy before.
i woke up and ordered about $200 worth of piano music from a web site where i have never bought anything. i got some stuff for to fill my collection again, having not filled in missing things for some years. today’s order included Cage, Hindemith, Ligeti, and John Adams. that shit’s expensive. there might be Messiaen in there, too. i like to forget what i order, so as to be surprised when it arrives. today saw delivery of a weird pillow (huggable) and a new Cuisinart coffee maker to replace the aggravating and exasperatig piece of shit Cuisinart that has brought so much early-morning bewilderment into my oh so placid world.
i also got a batch of new picture books yesterday. one is called Storefronts (I think) and is a long series of old-school storefronts, mostly in Manhattan. therein lies my chief complaint about the book, in that Manhattan is represented vastly out of proportion to its physical presence and population density. Queens is as big as Manhattan, Brooklyn, an dthe Bronx combined, but in this book only a handful of storefronts are represented. alas, i think the book is not so much a specific project but a collection of leftovers from the photographers’ other work, which was evidently very Manhattan-centric. for a project focused on old signage i expected more telephone exchange name sightings, but as far as i can tell there is only one in this book.
so, i don’t know what to make of it. but mostly, i don’t make much of it.
