It's Better in Wyoming.

"Ce n'est pas la peine de parler d'une histoire que beaucoup avant toi avec du talent ont deja racontee" -- Celine Ellena "Ce qui vient au monde pour ne rien troubler, ne merite ni egard ni patience" -- Rene Char These are a couple quotes from a book I've been working on, slowly, off and on now for two months or so. The book, The Perfect Scent , is a fascinating story about the world of perfume and, more largely, about art and commercialism and family and pressure to succeed. The book makes me appreciate scent more, too--the amazingly complicated, potentially expensive, often invisible real estate that surrounds us everywhere and yet often (at least in my case) is overlooked for more concrete and visible senses. In translation, it's not worthwhile to tell a story that many with talent before you have already told and what comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience . I find these two sentiments to be beautifu

After a mostly dry December here in town, the sky really raid it out last night and today.  Hopefully the roads'll be clear by the time I take off for Newcastle.  I like Christmas that feels like Christmas.  Happy holidays!

I guess it's as good a time as any to reflect, since I have a moment and am feeling reflective.  And today is the solstice, a marker of increasing light in the time to come, so maybe I should take that as my cue. Some thoughts: $700 for dinner for six seems pretty extravagant to me.  It was a good steak, but still.   I can't really imagine bowling in the days before the automatic pinsetter .   High-school work at the grocery store has pretty much ruined me on Christmas music forever.  The holiday music would start the day after Thanksgiving, and we'd hear the same track on endless loop for the next thirty days.  Somehow I still like "Little Drummer Boy," though. I wonder why I've been relatively absent from the blog lately.  The semester that's finally ended was a busy one, for sure, but I'm not sure that explains why I haven't posted much.  Part of the purpose for this space, I think, is to acknowledge the thoughts that are on my mind, what

"All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible." -- Dumont, in Tron Tonight I watched Tron  with my friend George.  A while back we were talking about previews for the soon-to-be-released Tron: Legacy  film--which has pretty cool trailers, I think.  But George said I couldn't see the new film without seeing the original. I'm typically disappointed in sci-fi (thought Inception  was pretty dumb, for example), but I thought that Tron  was actually pretty amazing.  Beautiful, even.  And I thought its representation of computer hardware was fascinating.  Now I just have to hope that the new film lives up to the old one. Kinda makes me want to go find the old arcade game, too.  I remember playing it half a dozen times, maybe.  I sucked at it.

lately i've been making few tracks, it feels like, and keeping record of even fewer of them.  i'm not entirely sure what i expected to have accomplished by late fall 2010, but it definitely doesn't feel like the most productive two months of my life. on the bright side, i did bring home some new art from this year's kvenild christmas white elephant exchange, a sharpie sketch of a penis.  it probably won't go on display in my living room next to the oil painting of a poodle that i brought home from cass and brett's two years ago, but i'm optimistic about finding a place for it in my bathroom, where it seems (slightly) more appropriate.