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May 18, 2005
My Private, Creative Sanctuary
The usual construction of a post to this website begins at some point, hours before hand while at work, when a particularly pithy phrase or clever analogy springs to mind. I then begin to arrange words around this vague concept til I have crafted a rough draft, existing solely in my mind, on what I want to communicate to all of you. The sudden conception of these thoughts often takes me by surprise and I excuse myself to the bathroom hoping to quickly hew them from the nebulous mines of the right side of my brain to be melted down and reformed in the well-ordered refineries of the left; leaving behind a vernacular sword capable of deft intellectual combat.
At other times, such as this, I am compelled to sit down and force myself to write, reminded that some frequent degree of content is required to retain whatever few readers I have. It is not as though I don't have many things to share with all of you though I want to make sure whatever I do say is somewhat entertaining and pertinent to minds separate from my own. Thus, I digress...
My brain is currently attempting to sculpt something of recognizable cohesion from the myriad of concepts and ambitions that I am captivated with at the moment. I have been thinking a lot about what it means to truly and completely believe something with hopes of exploring the subject further through a Lewis-esque type of essay. The inner sanctum of my mind understands what it wants to say but when I begin to dress it in the garments of the english language the concepts get a bit muddy; much like the fashion designer who's work is embraced by her inner circle of close friends but is dismissed as foolish opulence by the uninitiated masses.
The beginnings of my essays often take place the same way these posts do, in the bathroom at work, as I had mentioned earlier. I don't spend much time in there, a few minutes at most, using the toilet as a sort of inverted porcelain thinking cap. Its white ceramic base catches both feces and my stewing thoughts; the toilet's plumbing transporting one to the buildings septic system and recycling the other in perpetuity til I am satisfied with the communicative outcome, respectively.
Though the process is quite effective the finale to this bizarre ritual, actually recording these musings, often gets lost in the shuffle with things like food, water and sleep taking precedent. I can assure you though that I have the best of intentions of getting these things produced and you'll be among the first to know when they do.
Tomorrow night I am pleased to announce that I'll be viewing Episode III at midnight. The hours leading up to that momentous occasion will be filled with much anticipation and excitement. I will, of course, be viewing George's final installment on the big screen at Randolph forgoing the crappy excuse for a theatre that sits a few minutes away in Kingston. Truth be told I would have happily traveled to NYC to see the premiere in the big city, however, one of the essential three was missing for this dream of mine to become a reality: My love for Star Wars was present, my faith fully intact that this would be an excellent film but, Hope didn't come through in the clutch on that most important front of actually attempting to obtain the tickets. Would it have been that hard to pick up the phone? ;)
Posted by Jon at May 18, 2005 04:14 AM