kinds of crepe

...well there's really no denying it. it is the Official Onset of the Chillblains. a few clues are:

-the ravaged, limp, and frost-glistening tangle that the coleus has collapsed into

-the test of will to brave chill of the house with all of one's skin after darting out of warm bed

-the new found delight in curling body and palms as close as possible around the hoarse rasp of the gas burner while the kettle heats

-wearing wristers inside
-possibly borrowing someone else's, bigger, slouchier sweatshirt in lieu of the svelte and (seemingly right now, very silly) leanly cut red one that has one has made do with over the summer
-the itch to haul out all of one's knitting materials so the morning runs can be braved in a more practical sense, rather than leaping out in tiny shorts and goose flesh pricked arms, brazenly bare-headed.

i have required of myself one hour, minimum, to get Important Jazz for School done daily. it's a good goal because it is easy to meet and often exceed. but today i spent more time than usual fooling about with the little enamel teapot, and whizzing milk for coffee and hauling out two blankets and a sleeping bag to swathe myself in while i sit outside and decidedly Make Some Progress.

the dangerous thing about procrastinating is that often it feels very productive. totally worth it to have a warm milk belly and wooly mitts for sitting outside. but definitely too late in the day to be eating breakfast.....

by the way,

still thinking about Lacan's question- the subjective experiences of life shaped by language. often Lacan used 'algebraic variables' to describe his somewhat intangible concepts. for example, his model of the Other describes the relationship a person has with herself as she separates herself from the oher Other's around. (seriously intangible grammar.) Lacan, in an attempt to assuage some anxiety labeled the 'big' Other "A" and the 'little' other a. thus, for a child (A) all the other Other's around (mother, father, chair, popsicle, fear) were a series of a's. in this way, Lacan translated a creative experience (that is, ascribing to subjective perception the tool of language) with a more cognitive, concrete one (translating this perception into mathematical variables.) thus, a conclusion could be made that a person goes through the life distinguishing herself from other numbers, all named similarly despite their inherent, formal differences. which neatly brings us to this:

the artist, Hans-Peter Feldmann conceived of the current exhibition at the Guggenheim wherein 100,00 $1 bills are affixed onto the gallery walls. while his statement (a commentary of the coexistence of art and money in a very literal way) does not necessarily align with mine, it is an interesting thing to conceive of being bombarded at once by such a fantastic sum of wealth (of which, ordinarily, it would be difficult for us to conceive) while at the same time having a visual register of the absolute lack of inherent value in a space papered with what might as well be crepe streamers or pinata roughage. certainly a thing to let burn against the back of your eyes if you're near by. out here in the decidedly less affluent living room of a small desert town i have to satisfy myself with ogling electronically.