Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to the Shostakovich tenth conducted beautifully by Dimitri Mitropoulos whilst having a beauty of an allergy attack. Since I’m currently out of my twenty-four-hour Claritin-D, I took a twelve-hour Claritin-D – those don’t work as well for me but it’s all that’s here. I’ll have to go get some more of the other kind today at some point, I suppose. I am still full from my meal earlier – ate at four o’clock. Prior to listening, I watched a motion picture entitled Cop, starring James Woods and Charles Durning, directed by James B. Harris (he was Stanley Kubrick’s producer in the early days of Kubrick’s career – he certainly was a better producer than he is a director), adapted by Harris from the James Ellroy novel, Blood on the Moon. It’s quite a bad little motion picture – poorly directed with some very bad supporting performances. Woods is okay but I can’t imagine the novel being this bad in terms of his character. Durning is always reliable. One always wants to like these things, but one simply can’t when they’re this bad. Otherwise, it’s after midnight so we’re gonna let it all hang out to the dance moods of Dimitri Shostakovich. Well, no dance moods to be found, but some atmospheric music surely, for those who are feeling atmospheric. I certainly am feeling atmospheric, and I have no clew why. I’m just marking time until the next paragraph, actually. Have I mentioned I’m still full from my meal? I had the spicy chicken and cashews over rice thing – very filling. I’m currently sneezing and having an itchy throat, due to this heinous allergy attack. One of these fine days, I’m going to attack the damn allergy and see how it likes it. Well, perhaps we should just move on.
Ah, a new paragraph. Yesterday was okay. I got to bed very late due to stress, ABS (Active Brain Syndrome), pondering the imponderables and how the next few days will play out, making certain plans, and asking many existential questions, which is fascinating since I have no idea what an existential question actually is. Let’s find out, shall we? Aha: An existential question is concerned with the nature of authenticity and the responsibility of choice. Existential questions are those that are discovered via a person’s contemplation of reality and meaning. So, some examples of existential questions are: Who am I? What is my real nature or identity? What is the meaning of life and death? What is the meaning of existence? What is my greater purpose? What happens when I die? These are existential questions. Does one need existential answers to existential questions? Or is that an existential question in and of itself. These are deep philosophical thoughts, aren’t they? Well, I have no damn answers is the problem. Who am I? Who the HELL knows who I am anymore? What is my real nature or identity? I don’t know if I have a real nature since I don’t care for nature, and my identity is a well-kept secret. What is the meaning of life? That is a question, oh, yes, that is a question. What is the meaning of death? I’ll let you know, maybe sooner than later. What is the meaning of existence? Just when one thinks one has answers to that question, the answers evaporate in a puff of existential smoke. What happens when I die? I’ll let you know as soon as I know. Of course, when I die I won’t be able to let you know because I’m sure I’ll immediately be reincarnated as a gazelle. Another existential question might be what is the purpose of this here paragraph?
Anyway, I do think I got something approximating eight hours of sleep – didn’t fall asleep until around five due to all of the above. Once up, I answered a plethora of e-mails, I had no telephonic calls, there were no packages to pick up, I did some work on the computer – mostly organizing some things that need organizing – ordered food, ate food, had a short telephonic conversation with Robert Yacko, and then sat on my couch like so much fish and watched a bad motion picture. And now, Shostakovich has turned very dramatic and the music is filled with turmoil, which I understand very well. Oh, wait – that’s not Shostakovich, we moved on to Wallingford Riegger’s third symphony, a work of modern sensibilities.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I have no idea what the day will bring, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I’ll eat, I’ll continue to organize and make decisions, and it probably won’t be an easy day, even though it would be so lovely to actually have an easy day. Of course, existentialists would immediately ask: What is an easy day? At some point, I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week will be heaven knows what and we’ll just have to see.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, have no idea what the day will bring, hopefully pick up packages, eat, continue to organize and make decisions, hope for an easier day just because, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I’m sure I’ll dream of asking existential questions.