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Sunday, October 12, 2003
Why You Will Always Find Me in The Kitchen at God's Parties
I had this idea to tell the story of the GK weekend from the vantage point of our pants, and perhaps that is a story whose time will come, but for now i'm keeping it real.
When sitting down to write this i am struck by the size of the task. Usually i deal with the one theme and vary that whimsically. Hey, it works for me ... but the weekend swallowed single themes whole, moving forward like a living thing towards what, we were never sure. The beauty of the weekend was the seemingly endless succession of moments. Although i am a great advocate of making it up as one goes along, the beauty of the moment, and being immersed in it, makes this well worthy way of life a little unrequired. Being in the moment renders the whole business of creating one's life in the existential sense ( and puhhlease excuse me for resorting to the existentialists but i can't really think of any better way to put it .. ) unnecessary and that sweet lack of necessity is the money !
I can't stop philosophising about it, really. It was a huge party of a weekend but after shrugging off the tail-end of a week long mental hangover and finally getting around to attempting the removal of the pink stain on the back of my GK T, I find myself reflecting on the "experience, man." For a time this week, i actually felt "changed" as a person, not changed in an unpleasant way but changed and i had some uncertainty about the perceived changes, (mainly, i suspect, stemming from from their novelty and complete unfamiliarity) but then i woke up this morning and the feeling had more or less vanished and now is just not there. So, i can reassure any of you lovelies out there that if you are in the same floating vessel , it will pass. Pheww .. I really took an enormous amount emotionally out of the weekend. Reflecting on it was a cathartic mental make-over for me and reconfirmed the beautiful things the world has goddam blessed me with; the love between me and the most perfect woman, friends that live life for all it's worth and the countless fucking spectacles the daily panorama puts on for me. Yep, you can see i rated the whole business highly. I hope you all, as well as having had one bitching good hell of a time, came out the other side feeling kinda the same way.
When sitting down to write this i am struck by the size of the task. Usually i deal with the one theme and vary that whimsically. Hey, it works for me ... but the weekend swallowed single themes whole, moving forward like a living thing towards what, we were never sure. The beauty of the weekend was the seemingly endless succession of moments. Although i am a great advocate of making it up as one goes along, the beauty of the moment, and being immersed in it, makes this well worthy way of life a little unrequired. Being in the moment renders the whole business of creating one's life in the existential sense ( and puhhlease excuse me for resorting to the existentialists but i can't really think of any better way to put it .. ) unnecessary and that sweet lack of necessity is the money !
I can't stop philosophising about it, really. It was a huge party of a weekend but after shrugging off the tail-end of a week long mental hangover and finally getting around to attempting the removal of the pink stain on the back of my GK T, I find myself reflecting on the "experience, man." For a time this week, i actually felt "changed" as a person, not changed in an unpleasant way but changed and i had some uncertainty about the perceived changes, (mainly, i suspect, stemming from from their novelty and complete unfamiliarity) but then i woke up this morning and the feeling had more or less vanished and now is just not there. So, i can reassure any of you lovelies out there that if you are in the same floating vessel , it will pass. Pheww .. I really took an enormous amount emotionally out of the weekend. Reflecting on it was a cathartic mental make-over for me and reconfirmed the beautiful things the world has goddam blessed me with; the love between me and the most perfect woman, friends that live life for all it's worth and the countless fucking spectacles the daily panorama puts on for me. Yep, you can see i rated the whole business highly. I hope you all, as well as having had one bitching good hell of a time, came out the other side feeling kinda the same way.
