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So, Nanowrimo starts in a few short weeks. This year I’m writing about Melville Dewey, inventor of the Dewey Decimal System. I got interested in Dewey during a conversation with Halsted, who happens to be a librarian. I don’t remember what throwaway joke led to my looking up Dewey’s Wikipedia article, bur I’m sure it was a good one. Anyhow — when I discovered that Dewey was a relentless reformer, inventor of the vertical file, AND a womanizer and anti-semite, I figured he’d be a very interesting character to write. He’s not a revered figure in American history, mostly because of those negative aspects of his.

So I bought Irrepressible Reformer, a biography of Dewey’s, which I’m making slow progress through…. But perhaps last year, I knew more about Lincoln than I should have.

I don’t know what my angle is, except that I’m attracted to the idea of order vs. chaos, would like to write something in the vein of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and after talking so much at the memorial service for my mother about how ridiculously organized she was, felt some connection to this ultimate organizer.

I have some notes, but nothing anywhere near a road map…. Just like usual.

I can’t stop thinking about every song that I hear in the “how would dragonfly have played that?” mode — it’s fun, but somewhat depressing.

it turns everything into a semi-hardcore song though.

today’s mantra appears to be:

“it’s gonna be a shitty day.”

tryinta get the dog to shut up, get my shit together, get my act looking semi-decent for client meeting, none of it is working. want to go…home and back to sleep. haven’t had go-home urge as strong as this in long time. nerdy i-can-just-hit-cmd-h-right thoughts.

“I don’t know art, but I know what I like…”

I think I’m starting to define what I like by what I couldn’t personally reproduce. I’m not sure if this is a mistake or not, but I figure, more often than not, if I couldn’t have done it myself, then it must have taken some skill…not that skill necessarily = something I like. I recognize Monet’s skill but I hate his smeary-ass oil paintings a whole bunch.

And on the other hand, I can’t stand it when someone says, “I could have done that.” in discounting someone else’s art. Although those thoughts just came to mind.

The point is I’m listening to Secret Agent Radio on SomaFM and it’s absolutely the shit all the way around.

into the bathroom to clean the glasses and standing there with the water trickling, hearing it trickle into the stainless steel sink and my watch’s quartz ticking became apparent and i’m at a 3/4 pose and i’m watching my watch tick backwards in the mirror and i’m pretty sure that if i’d been focused enough, or a little less focused, i would have just found a portal into some other realm.

An imagined conversation:

“Grandma thinks you’re gay.”

“Me? Gay? I’d have to be better dressed; better looking; and better at sucking dick.”