The Daily Update: Thursday: June 20, 2013 …in progress: Here is what I am going to do. As I construct today’s Update, I will intermittently post what has so far been written. I might be interesting to the reader(s) to see the creative process. That is, to see how the Update begins, changes and evolves, and finally comes to rest in its final form. But since “might” also implies “might not,” it very well might not be interesting to see the creative process. Whatever. I am restarting the Update because Emily and Miranda have requested the next Update via Face Book, Moreover, last night, at the Opelika show, Miranda showed me a big cookie, wrapped in cookie wrap, and told me I could have it: but only if I restarted the Updates. I want that cookie! Also, Lange told Tom, who told me, the he enjoyed reading the Updates, and Tom suggested I continue, albeit with a slant toward anonymity. So… here we go… One challenge of writing a so-called Daily Update is overcoming the difficulty inherent in relating rather mundane and seemingly trivial events, happenings, and experiences in a way and manner that is not just interesting, but also both entertaining to read and intellectually stimulating. That is, my intention is to capture the reader’s interest and attention not only during the actual reading of these words, but also to push the reader to continue thinking about what has been read in a way that is playful and fun. And even here, I am having difficulty making my abstract idea concrete… And, for your enjoyment as I write today’s Update, here is a tune for you. SIDEWAYS icompositions/music/song.php?sid=188441 I have decided not to limit (notice I did not split the infinitive) the Update to what happens DownTown. For, I do not go DownTown every day: like today. We did a show yesterday in Opelika, and so today I just kind of felt like staying home, entertaining myself with my guitar, and composing music with Logic Pro 9, checking out the books I got back from Leigh and Jim (Thank you Jim for bringing my books back. I do appreciate it). And for your enjoyment, here is another tune: ADDICTION icompositions/music/song.php?sid=189916 The Center: As I am present at the Center, both as a Shift Manager and as a visitor, I see things happening. I notice patterns of behavior in the individuals that visit the Center. There is the man who periodically appears five minutes after the hour to forage for cigarette butts in the ashtrays. There is the man who appears 20 minutes after the hour, goes inside for 5 minutes, then comes out to the Court Yard, sees me, asks me if he can “smoke one with me,”; and then, after I give this man a smoke, he lights it up, states that he his hungry, and then promptly exits the premises. There is the man who daily appears around 6 pm, and purchases a package of Grandma’s Cookies: that is his dinner, and his daily meal; and then he walks away to some unknown location. There is the man who appears early, around noon, and repeatedly steals the Cross Word puzzle from the paper: I have mixed feelings about this. For, on the one hand, the paper belongs to the Center, and to take the Cross Word puzzle is, in a sense, stealing. On the other hand, a Cross Word puzzles is not something that everyone can enjoy. For, after the Cross Word puzzle has been filled in, no one else can do the Cross Word puzzle. Moreover, I have never seen anyone else have an interest in the Cross Word puzzle; nor have I heard anyone complain about the Cross Word puzzle being missing. So, in the end, I really do not have a problem with this individual taking the Cross Word puzzle from the paper. Also, there is an unknown individual who daily rips the Obituaries from the newspaper, and takes it off with him. There is the Wing-Nut who requested a straw for her soda, because she does not like the taste of the can. And, this same individual has on multiple occasions put a dollar in the jar, and then tried to take four sodas with her. And, a few days ago, a repair man appeared. He was called to check out the roof, which is leaking into Byron’s room. Incidentally, the repair man’s name was “Bryron.” Wow. What a God-thing! (Probably not.) At any rate, the repair man checked out the problem, gave Tom a price, and is to return soon to fix the roof. As this information was relation to another individual who was sitting in the Court Yard, this individual suggested that Byron (the real Bryon) just get an umbrella to counter the leaking roof. Upon hearing this, Tom suggested maybe he just put his foot in this individuals ass, causing him to jump up and get his head stuck in the hole in the roof, solving the problem. This individual had no reply. As a Shift Manager, I get to see how the individuals who visit the center act.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 00:23:03 +0000
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