Gloria, Other Blogs, Pause

Not many posts here lately. Perhaps there will be even fewer in the coming days. I’m trying so hard to focus on something else right now. Is the effort worth it? Most likely it is not.

Have been working profusely on a novel. As noted here, I began work on this novel in April of this year (2007). Believe it or not, I’m trying to actually write a publishable novel within one year. (Stop laughing.) Currently it has three working titles. Gloria. Gloria’s Device. The Device. The Hollywood tag-line to describe this novel goes something like this:

Mad scientist meets mad businessman and the two…

That’s all you get for now.

In order to toot my own horn, I admit to having typed (yes, on a manual typewriter) over a thousand A4 pages for this novel. Of the thousand (or so) pages I have kept about five to seven hundred as a form of kindling for when my supportive German girlfriend can afford a new home with a fire place. The rest of the pages I’m still working with. I have to admit that some of those pages have found their way to various trash-cans in and around the town of Wiesbaden, Germany, where I regularly run out of the apartment in a rage of (worst)writing frustration, singing the blues and complaining to regular working stiff Germans I meet on the street, how much a f’n loser I am for not having a real job.

Needless to say, writing has been a big struggle over the past few years because of financial woes and other insecurities. I owe my German girlfriend more than just a dedication when this novel finally gets recognized as being worthy of publication – even under the guise of a poorly written piece of krapp. With that in mind, there are moments where I try to suspend my mind from thinking about Gloria and the story that unfolds in my head both day and night. Some of these moments allow me to whisper around the world via the Internets. What a relief this new finagled tech-krapp is, eh?

One of the many blogs I follow in order to give my (worst)writing mind a break is onegoodmove. Run by a guy named Norm, this blog provides me with much needed liberal biased vid clips regarding the things in my grand United Mistakes that are really screwed up. (But don’t think I’m a “liberal”, I’m just a lost expatriate.) Other than the fun political stuff that Norm blogs about, every once-a-once he does stuff that just throws me for a loop. For example, check out this post. It got me so riled that I actually broke my nightly inebriation ritual, where I’m not supposed to write anything for a few hours, and wrote a comment. Of course, the comment doesn’t work re-posted here unless you read the post by Norm. Good luck.

“Norm, I hope you don’t hate me for this but… I have a belly full of South African wine and I’m checking your site and… § Love this post. Hate this post. The link title of the video especially appeals to me. “It’s worth a million.” And then there’s the grey text: “according to certain rules.” § I wish that they would have shown me this in High School geometry, calculus, trigonometry, or algebra. Maybe then there would have been some interest. Unfortunately, it’s (30 years) too late. I dislike math. I dislike numbers. And now computers, two numbered machines, really, dance for us. And? § Here’s a (drunken) wrench in my motor, for you. Does anyone think abstractly about how Bush really got elected? Wasn’t it ultimately a math game? How silly I felt when I heard that Gore won by such-n-such a number in 2000. Yeah, numbers dance and preclude the next sip of my Cistercian schnapps. Can you put that to music and graphics as well – like Gore did? Why aren’t we swimming and twisting just like this video? Oh no, that would be over-kill – and it might take something away from f’n university professors. § Put your graphical numbers to music as much as you want. It fits well with the lie we live. Like pop-music. Isn’t that what numbers ultimately do – according to certain rules – become so popular that you can use them on Hiroshima in order to make an impression on Soviet Russians? § I have nothing against mathematicians and the like. Numbers have a place. But what’s the point of thinking or pretending that numbers are magical, poetic and, as the music so frivolously tries to impose, emotional? Numbers, mathematics, are a big problem in the world we share. A little less math – like the mathematical formulas used to extrapolate values that determine the fictional price of oil – might be a good thing… Or? But what do I know about math. I can’t dance. Gulp. Gulp. § You know, it probably took me twenty years to really understand Einstein’s special relativity theory. Mathematically, I’m still a dunce to it. But abstractly, it’s nothing more than taking Time away from those who think Time is/was a constant. Where’s the math in that? Whoopee.”

Pause & Rant on.
-tgs-