nice Long AsLIC today. “AsLIC” is what I call the Astoria/Long Island City area. It’s my way of alleviating any confusion between the two, and making a humorous amalgamation of the names Astoria and LIC. If the domain name ASLIC.com had not been picked up (by the seemingly legitimate American Savings Life Insurance Company) I woulda got it long ago. AsLIC.NYC, anyone? hah. I used to call these WanderLIC, but that seems a little pretentious, not to mention married to thie historical place of LIC as the area comprising what is today Astoria, Ravenswood, Ditmars, etc. The area in general is better known as Astoria, at least it was until those nauseatingly ugly condiminiums started sprouting up from LIC and Queens Plaza and points south. Every new building they put up down there just seems to be uglier than the last one.
Feeling way better about mmyself this day. No reason why. Maybe the extended sunlight on my person today. Sleep has been a mess but I’m staring to get used to it as an experience that is lived through, and not passed unconsciously. It’s like my mind is in one place but alternating rivers flow through it. Some rivers are red, and hot. Others are tranquil, and blue. From some of those rivers leap salmon and extinct amphibians. From others swim awuarium fish, quietly and carefully. All these rivers come and go but my mind remains where it is. Sleep has been like a continuous negotiation and balance between actual sleep and time spent regrouping from the disarray that stormed my head in those previous minutes or even hours.
Today’s AsLIC tok me as far east as Main Avenue and west to Steinway Street and 20th Avenue. I think that was 20th Ave. Tracker says I only walked 9.65 miles, which does not seem far enough. Maybe I am not done yet. I spotted a few new buildings with names. New to me, that is, although one named building was built as recently as 2013. Apartment buildings with names was the general theme of today’s AsLIC but I happened on other stuff, grabbing over 600 shots with the dSLR, which I’ve barely taken out of the apartment of late.
When an idea for a new web site strikes me, as it just has, I get a little perked up. I think of dusting off the message board software for which I purhased expensive lifetime licenses years ago. Those licensees, though lawyerly EULA fine-print weaselry, have probably expired anyway. And I would not want to use them anyway. Bloated, server hogs. But that’s how I think when I get a fresh idea. Only thing is that these days that spark fizzles as quickly as it ignites. I need partners in this stuff. People with whom to work. A team. People who love selling ad space, and others who love researching or cranking out web pages. I need funding, dammit, to make things happen. hah. The idea that anyone would give me real money is laughable. I’m really not good at anything any more, and I just want to disappear into the woodwork. Except when i get a good idea, as I just did.
I wonder what my life would be like if I had ever had an editor. Just once. Closest I can think of was high school, when the roles of editor might have been filled by either English teachers or school newspaper editors. I never felt much of a rapport with either, as far as building a writer-editor relationship. They were good people, certainly, and good writers. I comment not on their credentials or whatever. Just that the literary relationship was never cultivated. I tried establishing that with a couple of web sites within the last couple of years but that got nowhere. Editors today seem to comprise a lot of copy-and-paste drones, with an occasional spell check tweak or conversational feedback, but not real editorial craftsmanship. I don’t think the chance of someone like me finding a genuine editor to work with are very good. There’s just too much text and too many people cranking it out today. Everything that used to make me somewhat unusual has become cliche.
I took a couple of IQ tests last night. The MENSA one I got 28 out of 30… er, I think that’s what I got. Hah. I think that’s considered good. However this was not THE MENSA test, just something they put out there for amusement. Another test I don’t know what I got because they don’t tell you until you finish the entire fucking thing that you need to send them $20 to get your score. I honestly didn’t mind, though. It was as much an exercise in taking these type of tests as getting any solid feedback, and I don’t trust the results of these things. After those two tests my brain wanted to throw up, but it’s fine. I was thinking if I took enough of these tests it would be like learning to count cards at the casino. Maybe I should learn to do that instead… except there are no human card dealers at New York casinos. Casinii…
