DON'T KILL THE GOLDEN GOOSE.

Monday, parked on 21st Street, just east of Gramercy, I saw my BMW, the precise BMW I "made" last month on their website--non-metallic dark dark blue enamel with that insanely hot russet/saddle/southwest/kinda carrot shade of doughy, creased leather they do---oh my Goodness.
I gasped and half-uttered aloud a "Holy *ish" or "Fire-ay," or something. To see it made me happy. I was happy it was real, that it was in my way...

For a couple of years (June 2008--April 2010), I was anxious over a loss (vague and also particular?); I was not so encouraged by luxury as I used to be, could not see my way back to an aspirational sweet spot wherein magazines and sugary songs and certain rooms and manicures and new jewelry served to brighten and enlighten in to-tal. Graduating from college and moving back to New York and working and The Reception and getting older were responsible (klar-ly).
Ways of seeing and getting realigned.
I was agitated, but then--Lo--
broadened!
The breezy, bling privilege of the Aughts bore a parallel cynicism. Did I enjoy Paris Hilton's white Dior sunglasses and Louis bowling bags with puppies inside and discos and canned champagne and G-Unit and my velour sweatsuit and pavé hoops and boys with black cards? Not enough...I was a nihilist.

I'm not sure I have a good memory, but I devote mucho time and space to remembering....I remember lists--so many--item after item to buy, en realidad, out of realidad. I spent most of my class time in high school writing and rewriting lists of things/directives/products. (Being temporarily cynical and irreligious) I would have balked at the idea then, but I think those lists were like prayers, mantras. Engaging with the images of things, their imprint, putting to paper my intentions/desires to consume and display and GO, made me hopeful and shiny and confident--like, I AM WHAT I WANT! In college, independent geographically, if not financially, I became an (over)active consumer of stuff and risk*, and--no need to parse it right now but--that's when the plays at contempt, the glittery, false Existentialism began--like, OH MY GOD WE'RE ALL SO FUCKED UP AND HOTT AND DOOMED AND HOTT!

Since 2008, in fits (of Great Depression) and starts, I've done what one does (in America?) when fed up with/forced to limit hangovers and waste and trick satisfaction, I've found religion, or, a renewed faith in the Sun and Moon, myths and spirit-information--the value of VIDA, unknowns.

And en este momento, almost-May 2010 (!), winter lifted, I've somehow been drawn back comfortably to listed luxuries (schoolgirl crushes) and pulsing aspirationalism. Because I've realized that, like that faithless/feckless cynicism of before, an embrace of asceticism in a religious moment, would be, for me, fakery (like, I watched Agnes Martin: With My Back to the World and I loved it soo much, but I'll never be able to retreat utterly from the Social-Sensual World like her because it's not in my nature). I'm a born patron and prospector. My astrological chart calls me "Baroque," and how. But that Baroque-ness is essentially my quest for pleasure--POSITIVITY, PLEASURE, LUXOR!--a source of hope, not self-conscious despairing (duh).

Monday's run-in with Beemer led to a search for whats-happening-at-Burj-Khalifa (an Armani hotel--cute) and a serious perusal of this Paris Hilton story in Esquire.
I'd watched the first half of Simple Life Season III: Interns over the weekend, and felt, all the way through, regretful of my old attitudes about Hilton. I watched the show in real-time and bought tabloids and "Stars are Blind" (even as a ringtone), but I was snide too, sort of resentful and mean about her. I did not actually appreciate her skill and contributions. I called Paris "dumb" and "trashy;' I refused to believe the stuff about her American Icon-ness. Now, it's stupid obvious to me: Paris is a figure of substance and power, responsible for revolutions in imaging, an Omni-American--Protestant-pedigreed but also Hollywood, hard-working with a screen, a projection of ease.

I've pinned part of a Post headline about Wall Street above my desk: DON'T KILL THE GOLDEN GOOSE. I take it as a reminder (prayer, mantra?) to not forget my Baroque-ness or dispose of recent sources of Baroque, the content of the last decade. I'm only beginning to love and understand it all, eat is sans cynicism (w/ religion). The new decade does not have to be cast in opposition to the olde via disapproval/rejection of art and customs; we can mark a change of spirit and wisdom, and then embrace THE WHOLE OF YESTERDAY (TODAY AND TOMORROW).




*I wrote an essay about risk in the Aughts last week and posted it and removed it and posted it and removed it. I didn't like the writing or self-revealment, but the thesis stands: 2000-2010 was a period of RISK...2010-2020 might be a period of CARE.

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A++ stands for abstraction plus reference plus synthesis which is used as a name for the minimalistic programming language that is built on ARS. Created by Dr. Marcus Barry.

ARS is an abstraction from the Lambda Calculus, taking its three basic operations, and giving them a more general meaning, thus providing a foundation for the three major programming paradigms: functional programming, object-oriented programming and imperative programming.

ARS Based Programming is used as a name for programming which consists mainly of applying patterns derived from ARS to programming in any language.

A++ was developed in 2002 with the purpose to serve as a learning instrument rather than as a programming language used to solve practical problems.

It is supposed to be an efficient tool to become familiar with the core of programming and with programming patterns that can be applied in other languages needed to face the real world.

A++, with its interpreter available in Scheme, Java, C, C++ and Python, offers an ideal environment for basic training in programming, enforcing rigorous confrontation with the essentials of programming languages.

"enjoy yourself all day"

It's impossible!----to read and measure originality/freshness (or freshness via originality) in the manner of the last century, in the manner of thrilling baby modernists. Because there really is so much in influence, use and reuse, total lift and quotation, mimicry, drawing up/out histories. First encounters are kinda overrated, right? And everything's original to somebody.

Last month, Pillow and Petrova insisted I listen to Trey Songz' "R. Kelly impression" on radio single, "The Neighbors Know My Name." I did, and obv they were onto something. The other night, I listened to the whole record, his third (the first two passed me by), Ready. On multiple tracks, Trey is knowable immediately; He is Robert Kelly! In passages, he is Michael too, working, presumably, in the season of his passing and subsequent reviewing, re-celebration. And also Trey is other and NEW. He wears his influence without a smidgen of anxiety, and naturally, is himself, an individual and a young maker of the now.
And Trey is a witch! Trey is a prince! He conjures, deals in visions, enters our rooms (?), and commands.

These three songz are BEST (to me to me)-----

"Black Roses"
gothic (like, romance)
metallic (like, headbangers...in such a mezcla, even hints of late 90s rap-rock don't phase me--no guitars!)
out of control, beyond control
a poem is tattooed over his heart

"You Belong to Me"
NEAR-EAST
arab---three wishes, MIRAGE/APPEARANCE/DISAPPEARANCE
from a booth, a chamber------BEDROOM (ours/his/HOTEL)
drugs, like psychedelics
LEDA AND THE SWAN
...Danaë---he says, "you belong to me"--it's like Greek mythological rape with Zeus and swans and GOLD COIN and reprisals by Titian

"Brand New"
: \ˈtrōn\
'tronic ruuuunnnnnnnn
*reclining* (BASS)
SPIRITUAL UNION--SEX IS A MARRIAGE---he says, "Tonight I'm gonna be her husband."--

ABUELA! Y Mi Novio Nuevo

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“We had sex in Larry’s bed — a lot. I felt like it was my house. She paid my rent; she bought me clothes, and a BMW 7 Series. She wanted to have a little girl with me. She was trying to fertilize her eggs to do that."--Hector Penate

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Coyote's medicine includes understanding that all things are sacred and that yet nothing is sacred, teaching us that only when all masks have fallen will we connect with the source, illumination, stealth, intelligence, singing humans into being, childhood trust in truth, teaching us how to raise our young, they bring rain, give one the ability to laugh at one’s own mistakes, placing the North Star, shape-shifting, teaching balance between risk and safety, trickster, devilment, cunning, wisdom, folly.

Amongst some native tribes, coyote is referred to as the trickster and there are many tales about the coyote. They are known as the great one and the foolish one - they don’t consciously try and trick us, rather they reflect back to us our own capacity for being clever and stupidity.

When we are being too serious about life, Coyote may appear to teach us to laugh at ourselves and life’s ironies. Be prepared for your sense of humour to arise in full force in line with what is happening around you and to you. They also remind us that whatever we do to others will be done to us. You get back what you give out…

The Coyote teaches how wisdom and folly go together. In others mistakes we see our own foolishness and can learn from their mistakes.

The coyote’s energy is linked to simplicity and trust, spurring renewed innocence and a childlike wisdom in the world. Coyote's howl touches your soul, reminding you of your primal connections. People with this power animal adapt easily to new situations. They also usually have close families, especially when children are involved. Coyotes normally mate for life. They reside in the sides of hills or in underground dens where their family is pretty much safe. Coyote people will sometimes go to extremes to protect and nurture family members. Sharp cutting words that hurt another should be avoided. Energy bursts are common if this is your power animal, balanced action is necessary for overall well being. Coyote medicine people often put other peoples needs before their own - remember to give to yourself equally.

Although they prefer open grassland and thinly wooded brush, they are able to adapt to almost any environment. This means that they have been able to survive and flourish, growing in numbers - in spite of humans interference who for a long time have been trying to wipe out coyotes by trapping, shooting or poisoning them. Condors and other birds have instead almost become extinct from eating poisoned meat! When hunting prey, the coyotes don’t use speed, but rather they pounce and snap their jaws.

If coyote enters your life, you must look at something you have been avoiding. They are mirrors for the lessons we must learn so we are able to walk a good sacred road. The mirror will be held up incessantly until we finally get the picture.

Like coyote, we can either work with others to get what we want, or we can dive into a lake to catch a reflection. We can dispel troubles or invite them carelessly.

If you are stuck in a rut, call on coyote as an ally for negotiation. Or be grateful that he showed you a trap that you are caught in, or a way that you are fooling yourself. Powerful teachers when it comes to relationships coyotes are, as it is when we are in a relationship that we often fool ourselves the most. Coyote is not out to get us, but to teach us, whether we are willing students or not.

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