Back to Gn’R if only briefly, a continuation from yesterday.
I started listening to Guns N’ Roses in the 8th grade by way of the radio and bus rides to track meets, but it was in Germany that I came across the album Silent Shots, which is basically a concert album and always hard to find. Its version of “Rocket Queen” is my favorite, and I have it on cassette, copied from a CD a friend in Germany had. But since I no longer keep a cassette player it’s hard for me to listen to it, and I’ve put it in storage in Idaho.
This evening before Heroes (see, from “G” to “H” and now “I”) I got in an album and a half of Incubus, a band I knew only by name. I think Anne gave me the tracks that I have. I only have two of the more recent albums. No song has as of yet stuck with me, but an album and a half of INXS awaits, a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I ran into Lynn on the bus this morning. I took in a loaf of banana bread; the other stayed at home. It looks as if she’ll get around to doing mint brownies in the near future. I think I’ll do a berry pie on Tuesday.
Teaching went well enough but progress slowed because of limited comprehension of the story — Das Fenster-Theater — by most of the class. We ended up acting it out. This tied in tangentially to a passage on role-playing and mimesis in a book on philosophy, cognitive science, and neuroscience entitled Simulating Minds (Oxford UP, 2006), which I photocopied before returning the book, which was recalled on me, to Memorial Library.
The punny-name URL of the day would have to belong to the Undutchables … perhaps a more international crowd thinks of low castes in India, but I think of prohibition and Elliot Ness. As for the site itself, it’s a recruitment agency for foreigners in the Netherlands.
A friend just bought a fedora from Hats in the Belfry, which is a great shop name. Adrienne’s girlfriend, Megan, works at Westfield Comics, Madison’s best comic book store. I went there once with Sebastian several years ago on Free Comic Day, which was the event that introduced me to the truly outstanding Flight anthology — if you are not a comics reader but are considering trying something, pick up an edition of Flight. As for other anthologies, I still need to return to Kelly Link’s short story collection Magic For Beginners, which I cannot read until I finish Jasper Fforde’s Something Rotten — I got a few chapters of it read at Fair Trade in the afternoon … I was too unfocused to draw, but …
… but there are ideas. No, they’re stronger than ideas, or more concrete. Concepts, and then images, real images, spacial relations, colors, epic perspectives and metaphoric camera angles. I want an easel and huge canvases, all set up in my apartment, even though I do not paint … they are hiding behind something so that whenever I pull out my pen and try to draw a short-circuit occurs and I sketch gibberish.
Gibberish.
“G.”
