Monday, November 07, 2005
Brisk Trip Through Sparkling Champagne
...it sparkled so today,in this wonderful city....I walked maybe 100 blocks to get errands accomplished..met the wonderful Jackie Y. for lunch at the Fairway Cafe..what a terrific and smart woman she continues to be...since i first met her years and years ago, a dozen or so by her count, she has served faithfully on the CAP 21 Board and has done so much good for the company...I was glad to be able to put her there as one of my first contributions to Board building...and she and i have been able to develop a genuine friendship over this time on many levels...we talk easily together. On a wide variety of subjects, both personal and professional.
It's nice to have a day wherein I can enjoy the city for the city it is.
The sheer neighbohood-ness of it all. The astonishing array of various stores and
people....walking for blocks and blocks in this town can be like spending the day in the world's most wonderful Museum of ART...each person another painting or sculpture, each block another gallery, another short story read outloud to the accompaniment of traffical music...Each stop for the "Walk" sign, merely a quarter-rest in the day's symphony.....this city is an opera. And the plotlines many and varied. A genuine work of spontaneous and exhilarating art. A never-ending expression of man's condition, day and night, summer,fall,winter,spring.
Remember The Howdy Doody Show? That bumptious puppet, companioned by Buffalo Bob and surrounded by such puppet pals as Flibbedy Jibbet and Princess Summer-Fall-Winter-Springk the toothsome indian maiden? Clarabelle the Clown, played by Bob Keeshan, who later became my boss on Captain Kangaroo?
There we all were, a nation of children, transfixed by Howdy, and Pinky Lee, (remember him?) and Ricky Nelson (my first conscious, though un-labelled sex object when I was , like, 9!), and so many others....Tinkerbelle, as she flitted her way into our lives every Sunday Night...no wonder i wept that first morning at Disney World, with Rick and Amanda...when I saw the Disney characters singing and dancing in front of me, what i really saw was my childhood magically morphing into re-existence, like champagne being poured out of an enchanted bottle...if Einstein ever needed more proof of his famous theory, all he had to do was resort to sheer memory and experience the strength of its hold on our perceptions...
A book on the subject of our Baby Boom childhood fantasies...how they shaped us...Remember Rin Tin Tin? Where in the heck did that name come from...why name a dog Rin Tin Tin? His owner, the sexy and muscular Captain, was indeed a man i wanted to marry...I used to kiss the side of our garage and pretend it was him!
Even the compact little energetic body of Mighty Mouse turned me on,and I had no idea why! I tell you, we are meant to be creative (did i want to bear Mighty Mouse's children?) and the spark of life is so alive, I am sure, in even the youngest of kids...television on Saturday mornings is a veritable sharpening of our sexual fantasies at the youngest of ages...it's how we all proceed through life...with fantasies of how to join with those things that will make us more powerful, wanted and safe...power...and children's television programming...sex and the single six-year-old...!
Am i rambling far afield and far too much?
I am so tired of dull imaginings. Creativities that can be satisfied by the things they buy in stores...since genuine creativity can never be satisfied by anything outside of us (it must come, like a spider's fine silk, from inside our deepest places), no wonder the dull ones need to buy more and more: they seek the ultimate fulfillment, and that simply is not purchaseable!Of course money matters...I need it and love it more than most...but it actually cannot buy a sunset. Only the house to view it from...and a free sand dune is far more confortable.
Lordy, lord...I am a'ramblin'...I miss Barter Theatre so much today.
It's nice to have a day wherein I can enjoy the city for the city it is.
The sheer neighbohood-ness of it all. The astonishing array of various stores and
people....walking for blocks and blocks in this town can be like spending the day in the world's most wonderful Museum of ART...each person another painting or sculpture, each block another gallery, another short story read outloud to the accompaniment of traffical music...Each stop for the "Walk" sign, merely a quarter-rest in the day's symphony.....this city is an opera. And the plotlines many and varied. A genuine work of spontaneous and exhilarating art. A never-ending expression of man's condition, day and night, summer,fall,winter,spring.
Remember The Howdy Doody Show? That bumptious puppet, companioned by Buffalo Bob and surrounded by such puppet pals as Flibbedy Jibbet and Princess Summer-Fall-Winter-Springk the toothsome indian maiden? Clarabelle the Clown, played by Bob Keeshan, who later became my boss on Captain Kangaroo?
There we all were, a nation of children, transfixed by Howdy, and Pinky Lee, (remember him?) and Ricky Nelson (my first conscious, though un-labelled sex object when I was , like, 9!), and so many others....Tinkerbelle, as she flitted her way into our lives every Sunday Night...no wonder i wept that first morning at Disney World, with Rick and Amanda...when I saw the Disney characters singing and dancing in front of me, what i really saw was my childhood magically morphing into re-existence, like champagne being poured out of an enchanted bottle...if Einstein ever needed more proof of his famous theory, all he had to do was resort to sheer memory and experience the strength of its hold on our perceptions...
A book on the subject of our Baby Boom childhood fantasies...how they shaped us...Remember Rin Tin Tin? Where in the heck did that name come from...why name a dog Rin Tin Tin? His owner, the sexy and muscular Captain, was indeed a man i wanted to marry...I used to kiss the side of our garage and pretend it was him!
Even the compact little energetic body of Mighty Mouse turned me on,and I had no idea why! I tell you, we are meant to be creative (did i want to bear Mighty Mouse's children?) and the spark of life is so alive, I am sure, in even the youngest of kids...television on Saturday mornings is a veritable sharpening of our sexual fantasies at the youngest of ages...it's how we all proceed through life...with fantasies of how to join with those things that will make us more powerful, wanted and safe...power...and children's television programming...sex and the single six-year-old...!
Am i rambling far afield and far too much?
I am so tired of dull imaginings. Creativities that can be satisfied by the things they buy in stores...since genuine creativity can never be satisfied by anything outside of us (it must come, like a spider's fine silk, from inside our deepest places), no wonder the dull ones need to buy more and more: they seek the ultimate fulfillment, and that simply is not purchaseable!Of course money matters...I need it and love it more than most...but it actually cannot buy a sunset. Only the house to view it from...and a free sand dune is far more confortable.
Lordy, lord...I am a'ramblin'...I miss Barter Theatre so much today.
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