Stamp “Decline” on that thing
Neither my Day 1 or Day 2 posts appear to have made it to the Your Turn Tumblr blog. There is a certain sense of irony there. There may also be human error. I might not have posted correctly or I might have put the wrong email in or something. I will keep posting until the seven days is up. ‘Cause I’m a little riled. And I’m enjoying myself.
Do it no matter if you get recognized or not. Do it even if no one ever posts a comment. Do it if you have strep throat. Do it if you’re in the middle of sex marathon, come up for air and post. That’s the point, right?
Beauty is on my mind today – dark beauty like all the writing in HBO’s True Detective (love this list of memorable quotes from Rust Cohle) which I cannot get out of my mind, even weeks now after I’ve watched it. “If I could do that,” I said one thousand times while watching that show. “If I could only do that.”
Lamb chili on the stove is another beauty. Lunch. The green peppers and onions turned mahogany when I added the chile powder. Seeing the apricot line of clouds between the houses at 5:30, another beauty. The sunset’s gone missing the last few weeks here, buried behind miles of sullen, gray clouds. President Obama’s defiant State of the Union address – the list goes on and on. I love that beauty can grab you, grab your ribs and crack them open. The symphony, the Uptown Funk video. It’s also sneaks around and surprises you. A colleague tells a story about trying to pull a frozen dollar bill off the sidewalk and we all laugh and make joke after joke. The deadly flowchart forgotten.
It’s late and I’m grasping. Day Three done.