Catharsis

and so it came to this, some radical changes to be made in a short amount of time. a departure, an arrival, a journey. these are things to get fired up about. decisions need making, plans laid out. logistics, schedules, dates, and deadlines. it all adds up to one hell of a February, one bloody heck of a March.

i need to be out by March 1, so i've been gearing up. i picked up some leftover Priority Mail boxes from the warehouse on North Third with Manny but they turned out to be pretty small. Resourceful Abby scored some boxes from the Eagle grocery on 5th and we were off and running. Plus i've got a bunch of old boxes at my place and not too too much shite to pack up.

packing up is like making out your last will + testament. if my own theory holds, whatever you pack first, that's your most prized possession. and so on and so forth. in my case, my books were the first thing to gett boxed up and moved out. this could be because books are relatively easy to box and carry. however, i would observe that while i sold the bookshelf for $20, i would not consider selling off my books.

packing up for me is like a sick experiment in obsessive/compulsive disorder. i just make smaller and smaller piles: now, by the end, the piles look like one) a hair drier, shower attachment, super 8 video cam (this is probably objectively the most valuable pile) two) one video game attachment that i just simply have no idea what it does, a towel very clean, one canister silicone waterproofing spray for shoes or boots. the important shite, like my Gibbs hat, has already been removed. there are two dominos sets, like new. these have been very popular: i had seven before.

and yet, the entire operation has been nothing short of cathartic. and i am guilty as charged: this whole blug entry has been nothing but an exaggerated excuse to use the word cathartsis. and golly, i used it in the damn title so i almost needn't have bothered. funny how things just work out perfectly like that.

giddyup. what are you waiting for, anyway. i never bargained for this. it's nothing like i imagined. i'm lost here. i'm grasping blindly. i'm not fit. i don't care what you say. it feels wrong. i can't rationalize. i can't see. i'm plagued by something. feverish. a devilish humming in my right ear. something like an old time plague. something sort of ugly and mysterious. curses rain down on me like, well, rain. or perhaps hail, but only if golfball sized or plus.

Things Overheard

Strenuous observance of certain basic principles designed in part to sustain mutual enjoyment.

Despite repeated violent objections on the part of Bishop Lamberton, the heathen Rite of Spring was observed that year right in the middle of olde town square, to the great enjoyment of the gardeners.

In peacetime, these puppies are used for ballast.

Semi-literate walking public service announcement.

Don’t forget, you’re smaller than a breadcrumb.

A river runs through it, and now, that river is polluted.

I bought a pair of shoes at the foot locker down on the third street promenade and those two shoes are now tied together by their laces and dangling from a lamppost at the corner of Crenshaw and Slausson, and yet here I am, telling the tale.

To whom, from whom, or what?

Enter the world’s greatest accordion player, to the chagrin of all save William.

When was the last time you saw them?

Stuffin.