"...his proudest creation: The Six-Day Week. By making each day
twenty-eight hours long, he got in eighteen hours' work and ten
hours' sleep. ...in common-week terms he got up four hours later
every successive day. Of course there were inconveniences."
--Rock Brynner, The Ballad of Habit and Accident (1980)
[As i recall, Feynman used to be on a 26-hr schedule.]

Disillusionment: another illusion. That you're safe...

"It isn't enough to push a pram across the Andes." --V S Naipaul

The basis for the myth of objectivity may be that dissociation
experienced in shock: a homemade heroin daze...

The body as image creates dissociation. Rather,
the body as movement, potential energy, transformative possi-
bilities. Because gesture is at once a sign and expression
of feeling; unambiguous except in isolation, infallible knowledge
and the standard of honesty. --This was before acting
became the basis of normalcy, of course. Now we don't feel into
the existence of others, we try to imagine what we look like in
their eyes. And we blind ourselves to our own gestures as a
result. We lose our expressiveness...

"You know, I don't even like chess, but it is my
living." --grandmaster Lev Alburt in 10/84 Chess Life & Review

"For the vast majority of languages, prose has formed
in the hands of bilinguals." --Punya Sloka Ray

Writing is like wood carving. For, being an evolved matrix,
language has a grain (usage) which resists the artist's
unfettered intentions. Whereas in painting, the only resistance
is mental (preconceptions).

Metaphors to a cat: who pricks up her ears at hearing an
electronic sound--among others she paid no attention to--which
happened to resemble the kind of sound a cat might make.
   Art began with being fooled.

Most of our talk isn't communication, it's reacting. Volleyball.
The topic changes: the ball goes all over the court. You can't let
it stay in one spot too long. It might look like you were going to
run away and steal it.
   Communication: a crime against Democracy.

Not our talking but the work we do together is our
singing. We sing playing volleyball. And the song better not get
too good. Or the ball might drop. --What i have been calling Politics,
is kind of like a matter of arguing--while still singing--what's the
next song; what key it should be in. Contesting scales, degrees of
dissonance. Duelling banjos. --For the last thing we care about, is
doing our work the best we can. (You're Weird.) I always put down
the volleyball game, but (almost without realizing it) i play it and
sometimes play it well. Instead of changing the game i mostly
want to choose those i play it with. --All this synchronizing of
talk, matching vocabularies, it's like, so much practice in case we ever
had a use for it, but we never do, the group remains a team of indiff-
erent singers (and adrenaline addicts) which strenuously resist any
suggestion that you drop the ball but stay here together--as
if you were to say, Everybody get out of their clothes. (Harder even
than that...skin?) --No revelations we can allow, besides ones we've
had time to perfect and verify in media-speak...

"If professors are ever in the vanguard, it will be at a very distant
date." --Sara Teasdale

How many are now joining the New Right, not from conviction,
but for the pleasure of knowing the bully is now on their side?
This is the result of our schooling. This is what could have been
seen a hundred years ago by anyone. Why shouldn't civil
liberties disappear here? America is simply the country that
shouted "Freedom!" till the word went blank.

'It may be that people who do nothing but fall in love are more
serious and holier than those who sacrifice their love and their
hearts to an idea.' --letters of Van Gogh

   "Large Trade Surplus"

Give these eyes to someone who can stand them.