I learned tonight about online courses on the web, yesiree, I learned about them from senior citizens.  Maybe, I think to myself in the echoing, maybe I am the slowest living person, staring from more or less the same chair for hang tight maybe years, at the way the world comes together, at the personal experience in it.  I drifted completely away from television, and the media/celebrity thing which is certainly no indicator of art or talent, tho verily it did spring from whence, and also away from its secret cohort, the “news,”  all of them the look-over-here fluttering other hand of the thief.

The standardized building supplies of ubiquiculture threaten the irregular, handmade look of the world, like one of the paintings for the cover of For Whom The Bell Tolls, or Picasso’s Don Quixote, who, in the painter’s hand, looks more like Spain than the walls and the streets of it, for showing the made-ness of the world.  We are going to talk about seeing the made-ness of the seen world, of how to see that…

I think of brave peoples around the planet with their handmade bells, and revolutionary heroes, accomplishing a lot more than preserving unique culture.  I imagine Che drawn in the Colonel Sanders font to chastise myself about how, at this time in this life, I sit with my feet up in a thusly-created Puerto Vallarta and wax poetic with writing and gazing at the world through squinted eyes.  But when I was 17, I was a card-carrying, barefoot car driving member of the local chapter of the Young Socialists of America, and I was yearning to go to Nicaragua. The best I could manifest was a three-legged, terra cotta, Nicaraguan ashtray I bought at a YSA fundraising event.

I must have purged the Nicaraguan ashtray in a give-up-the-ritual-of-smoking energy clearing.  Likely I had to give it up for how I would be driven to cigarettes partly on account of my crow love for it.

But I had better stay slow, and stay to my narrow one little three things.  I feel terribly exposed, they don’t seem to come together at all except as the art works.