it must have been 110 degrees in the furniture store today, the store at which i bought a set of shelves to be used exclusively for my bottomless collection of old magazines. i might even need a second set of shelves, which would be no bother except that i’d have to wait for the delivery. i have stacks of those old Etudes in piles around the apartment, unsightly and not conforming to my sense of archival integrity. it was probably 10 degrees warmer in that store than outside.
i set up a second site for the old magazines, this one featuring just images and ads, no articles or story content.
some mornings i wake up and think that the Internet is such a perfect thing on our earth, a perfect thing for me. Just dump ideas out there and see what takes, what gets ignored, what makes money and what wastes time. it goes all ways, not always rationally, and for an idea guy like me it is an amazing place.
i print out a lot of my photos now. i have not posted Big Pictures since November, and i may never post them to the web site again. i don’t know. it’s a lot of work for something so precarious. i think sharing photos in the real material world could feel better, as long as i don’t have to be there when peoples see the things.
i played through some Mendelssohn today, looking for something interesting in his mostly bland corpus of piano music. an Etude in f minor seemed mildly …. mild. the Catoire Etude Fantastique is sounding good, after a few days of attacking it for an hour or 2 here and/or there. i have in mind a set of short Russian pieces, with Catoire ending the set, which would include Scriabin, Roslavets, and maybe a non-Russian.
and then i re-visitedSchubert, an easy favorite of mine since high school. there is a Liszt arrangement of Schubert’s “Standchen” that has been in my hands since college. I happened to discover that piece via the “Horowitz at Home” CD, and I was first learning it around the time i wrote a letter to Horowitz, and Horowitz wrote back. that was an amazing day, and as i learned a year or 2 later, it was baffling to the Horowitz cognoscenti that he responded to my letter. He never did that, I was told.
other Schubert treks include the Impromptus, but i think i’d want to look at the one in… i think it’s e-flat minor, and it has a middle section which i think contians the most perfect melody Schubert ever wrote, even out-perfecting the Shepard on the Rock.
i saw Mr. Weiner’s cock today, and i think i vomited out a little bit of my soul in the process. i was advidly looking forward to voting for that guy, mostly on account of his enthusiasm for eliminating bike lanes. but he also seemed like an adventurer in other ways. just an interesting guy, and his cock waving shouldn’t change that, but i guess it does. i for one would never be ashamed or apologetic if my porn videos got out, though I’d be more concerned about the other parties. i guess i am not congressional material, or mayoral, or presidential, or anything in public service, where rectitude (erectitude?) is demanded.
there was something intensely id about the cover of the Post yesterday, that closeup of the dude’s pecs, of him sitting shirtless at his desk and flexing his meagre but well-worked muscles, seeing that image on the newsstands and on the bar was like the manifestation of an adolescent’s fantasy come true. i can imagine a 13 or 14 year old in his bedroom, working his cock for the first times ever, and imagining himself as a guest on Letterman, talking about his hours spent masturbating, his nakedness, his newfound techniques and methods of masturbation. he imagines himself a maverick, a loner (appropriately enough), and a trailblazer in this rugged realm of sexual self-discovery, and he imagines his insights will land him on the couches of Letterman, Oprah, Jay, even Johnny come back from the dead.
that’s my take on the Weiner Roast going on around here.
i just want someone to get rid of the bike lanes.
