Saturday, 29 Nov 2003

movies:
“The other side of heaven”
“The Bear”
“AI”
“Cowboy Bebop”
“Reservoir Dogs”
other:
night sky,kate bush, nanci griffith, red hot voodoo daddies, wired magazine (PKD), abandoned drive-in, tv crime shows

Monday, 24 Nov 2003

hanging out with handorj.
…seeing my kids every day for several days in a row.

Monday, 24 Nov 2003

conversation, singing, proverbs, laughter, beer, good food, the woods, cheerleading competition, report cards.

Wednesday, 19 Nov 2003

Last night in the middle of a conversation in which my son was relating how realistic David Blaine’s levitation trick was this half-memory popped into my head - it was of almost flying - something I could remember that I used to do - something like bouncing on a pogo stick and staying in the air way longer than I should be able to, or bouncing on a trampoline and prolonging the air time way beyond normal - but I couldn’t quite remember what I was thinking of. I remembered the memory of almost flying, not almost flying itself. I can’t think of any situation or activity where I could have been doing anything remotely near bouncing in the air so I am having a hard time believing I actually did this - yet, I have multiple recollections of remembering having done this. As if I had done this several times and remember thinking about it at a later date. I almost want to ask people if I have ever done anything like this but I think they will think I am crazy. I even *almost* remember demonstrating this talent/ability to other people - but I can’t recall *who* or *what* the conversation/situation was. Maybe this is another of those recurring dreams that I don’t remember on waking but which has wedged itself into my self-conscious so that it has become a part of my memory. This happened once before a few years back (also after a significant breakup and the resulting self examination and inner reflection) I suddenly remembered that a room in my childhood house which I had many memories of did not really exist. It was really odd - logically the room made no sense - it couldn’t have existed but somehow I had these multiple pretty clear memories of this room. Parts of it I could trace to the real world - it had elements of my bedroom, and some similarities with a fort we used to have in the backyard - but the room did not exist. When I thought about it more it the metaphor was so obvious it was like a cartoon anvil hitting me on the head… I wonder what this dream memory is telling me?

[update, a few days later: I now recall remembering specifically how it was that I almost flew in my dreams, but I can't recall the how of it - again I remember the remembering not the thing being remembered. This happened since I first wrote this note (a week ago) but I can't even remember exactly whether this memory was a memory I had while awake or if it was one I had while dreaming]

Tuesday, 18 Nov 2003

[The only thing I can add to this short story is something I read on a BBS where I first saw reference to this story. I will just post it at the end of the article.]

Hanging Corpse Admired as Sculpture on Campus

BUDAPEST (Reuters) - Police on Friday removed the corpse of a man believed to have hanged himself at least a year ago after builders and students at Budapest’s University of Arts had initially mistaken it for a modern sculpture.

The body hung for a whole day in a garden building that had been re-opened for repairs before onlookers realized what it was and called the police, local media said.

The building, in campus grounds crowded with different types of sculpture, had been closed five years ago pending reconstruction work.

[the comment was: "Art is it all in the hanging?"]