Introducing the Fantabulous Charlie Oldfield

Look its Chuck! (above, some other dashing fellow is below)

YAY CHUCK HAS A BLOG!!! Here is a sampling of photos he posted from his recent trip to Europe. Note the poodle (above) and the Amelie references (blog).

heard this poem on the radio the other day...had to have it

"Dich wundert nicht des Sturmes Wucht"

You are not surprised at the force of the storm—
you have seen it growing.
The trees flee. Their flight
sets the boulevards streaming. And you know:
he whom they flee is the one
you move toward. All your senses
sing him, as you stand at the window.

The weeks stood still in summer.
The trees' blood rose. Now you feel
it wants to sink back
into the source of everything. You thought
you could trust that power
when you plucked the fruit;
now it becomes a riddle again,
and you again a stranger.

Summer was like your house: you knew
where each thing stood.
Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins.

The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered
leaves.

Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have.
Be earth now, and evensong.
Be the ground lying under that sky.
Be modest now, like a thing
ripened until it is real,
so that he who began it all
can feel you when he reaches for you.

-Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Anita Barrows)

hold me

I'm feeling blue. It's just one of those days.

Marry me Roy G. Biv

I like rainbows that much. If you have photos of rainbows you should send them to the rainbow sightings site. They even have a section on rainbow magic (like the Polyanna kind, if you remember her prisms, I do. She makes rainbows for crotchety old people, you should check it out some time).

Tomorrow I will hunt down this week's New Yorker!

The boy-band-intensity with which I love David Foster Wallace will, tomorrow, lead me to blow $5 on this week's New Yorker.

An excerpt from the Washington Post is below, outlining the detailed article about DFW's unfinished novel, found two weeks after his death.
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The characters in "The Pale King" are Internal Revenue Service agents working at an IRS facility in the Midwest. The intense tediousness of their jobs and their attempts to transcend boredom reflect Wallace's preoccupation with the concept of "mindfulness" -- the idea, as he put it in a 2005 commencement speech, that you should be "conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience."...

And in a Wallace letter to novelist Don DeLillo -- which he'd obtained earlier for another article -- he noticed a line he hadn't paid attention to before: "I believe I want adult sanity," Wallace had written, "which seems to me the only unalloyed form of heroism available today." "This was going to be the theme of his novel," Max said... " 'The Pale King' had many ambitions," Max writes. "It would show people a way to insulate themselves from the toxic hyperactivity of American life. It had to be emotionally engaged and morally sound, and to narrate boredom while obeying the physics of reading. And it had to put over the point that the kind of personality that conferred grace was exactly the kind that Wallace did not have."

Do you see? Who writes about this stuff? No one. Tragic.

ok. I'll stop now.

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