January 16, 2019
Not much to report today. I’m still porting my World Lit writings, and I still need to entirely rewrite Epic Poetry. Oh, and I’m moving all of the episodes of the Norman Mailer Society Podcast to Archive.org. It’s a bit time-consuming, but it’ll work out better in the long run. I’m not even sure if Justin is going to make any more.
I had an obvious thought about my song of the day from a couple of days ago: Placebo’s “Speak in Tongues.” Kitty got married! Why else do you go to an island and come home “without a name”? OK, that’s a cynical way to put it, but the narrator is jealous that Kitty has moved on. This interpretation is less sinister than my previous one, but most of what I said still seems valid.
Today’s photos are shots of my mom from the 60s.
Mom says: “This was a wedding and the man on my right did kill himself. What a loss that was. He couldn't give up the booze. The man on my left was the VP of Burgoyne Index, a company that did consumer research. Your dad worked there with these men. I don't remember the man's name on the end. These were some good times back in the 60's. I was a free woman and enjoying it for all it was worth.”
Mom in her 1965 (?) Mustang. I love the look of this photo, showing its age. She looks like she might be looking at a CD cover, but that would be a twenty-year anachronism. Notice you could buy food then, just behind the weeteepee house. Convenient.Mom says: “This was made in Ft. Thomas, Kentucky when your dad and I were dating. Probably in the late sixtys.”