i had a strange dream about hitler last night. it was the opening game of the NFL season, and the build-up of hype was relentless. they kept promoting the fact that adolph hitler was going to be the guest fill-in quarterback for the 3rd quarter of the game. the announcers and the commercial promos said “Making his first public appearance since World War II, Hitler will be filling in as special guest at quarterback for the 3rd quarter of the game.” so there was all kinds of hype and anticipation around Hitler’s first appearance since WWII, making me think “How old is this guy now? 110?” t the end of the dream Hitler shows up, and he’s this hipster kinda dude, scruffy hair and a cognac in his left hand, and the signature Hitlerian moustache. he was no quarterback, not even an athlete, juse a self-promoting celebrity who people genuinely believed was Adolph Hitler, because peoples believe hype.
that ended the dream i woke up laughing at “making his first appearance since world war II…” and then Hitler making a George Plimpton-esque (Plimptonian) celebrity appearance as a quarterback in a live NFL game.
i don’t know where that dream came from. it is not like i think about hitler very much, or the NFL for that matter. it was kind of funny, though, in that hitlerian kind of way.
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i moved some stuff into storage today, thanks to a friend who drives the car my dad used to drive. driving around in the passenger seat of the car my dad used to drive me around in had potential for vagaries and memory weirdnesses, but it was all good, all on the righteous path.
moving things to storage is a depressing ritual, depressing and sad, for its existential pointlessness and doleful mood of failure. why am i moving things to storage? partly for the space made available in my domicile, but also out of some sense of anticipation that some day i will have lots of space, 13 bedrooms and vast attics and basements in which to store my infinite boxloads of stuff. i am just putting this stuff up in this room for now, i imagine, until i move on to a house or a rambling space in which i can safely store these treasures.
alas, greed is not among my character flaws. i have no desire to own property or to surround myself with riches and luxuries. i do, however, like to have my past at arm’s reach. i liked how my recent projects and the papers associated therewith sat atop papers from affairs and endeavors from 1991 and 1982. it is all in the same slipstream , the same shitstream.
one of the boxes i put away today is full of newspapers na dmagazines from the days of and after september 11, 2001. that will be good stuff whence the Auction Hunters find it. they’ll make their coin off that box of cultural detritus.
