Thursday, January 26, 2012
The Artist Is Present
Holy smokes! I see Q's been helping while I was away. But I'm back now. The Artist is Present.
I don't know what that means, really. I didn't see the movie. I may want to retract that statement after I do.
Got home at midnight. There is much to tell, but I want to do it well, not in a reportorial style but with nuance. For that, this morning, there is not time. Eating dinner on my second day in Utah, a key crown came undone. I tried the usual trick of reattaching it with toothpaste until I got home, but that didn't work, so I ate very slowly. Still, it came off again and again. Thusly, I have a dentist's appointment early today to get it reattached. The upside is that I probably lost weight. No, I know I did. And shed ten years, too. I am a younger, handsomer version of the fellow who went. I mean the skiing and the high mountain air were good, but something else, too. I got more play going from my room to breakfast than I've gotten all year here at home. "Play." That's Swingers talk, I think. I'm not sure, but it sounds right.
It won't last long, though. It is back to the daily grinding and milling at The Factory. They don't see me as Hollywood so much. They simply want me making lead out of gold. It's the New American Dream. What can I say? It's a living.
But let's not dwell on that, eh? Here is some street music I heard in Park City. Just good fun.
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SO happy to see you back, Selavy!
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't believe...
Can't wait for the stories...
Big XXX!
The crumpled woman in the poster reminds me of the one in my "trash basket" collage. A new trend in the graphic arts?
ReplyDeleteWelcome home, Selavy.
Welcome "home" Daddy-O. I think Daddy-O might be swingers talk too. I can't be sure.
ReplyDeleteShit. I lived through the rocka-billy revival thing. Had a boyfriend who sang in a rockabilly band -- he had a pompadour -- shit he called me "kitten." Our friends fought over vintage bowling shirts. What the fuck were we thinking.
Your blogginess was missed. My morning coffee did not taste the same without you.
Looking forward to the New Adventures of the Ten Years Younger Man.
N, I'd rather still be on vacation, but I'll tell some stories, no doubt. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteA, I hope so. It is easier to take photos of posters than of real people. And. . . ibid.
L, Kitten and Daddy-O. I like it. But work put five years back on me yesterday. Power of The Factory. They won't let me be Hollywood.