You’ve been listening to the adagio from Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony. I think Ludwig pretty much summed up death in this one. You know, he’d just about lost all his hearing when he wrote it, and I’ve often wondered if that didn’t help him to tune into the final silence of the great beyond.
Apropos of all that, before I forget, I’ve got a couple of scheduling changes for those that are looking after the body of the unknown person. Doreen Mayfair is nursing a sick malamute and can’t make her 7:00 pm shift. Hey, Ruth-Anne, you wanted me to let you know that you’re up at 6:00.
On a happier note, congratulations and l'chaim to Holling Vincoeur. He’s getting circumcised the day after tomorrow by our own Dr. Fleischman. Anybody who’s not familiar with the practice, circumcision is the surgical removal of the foreskin of the penis. Ouch. Anyway, Holling, if you’re listening, I don’t know if you have plans for the disposal of that foreskin, but you might wanna consider the Hasidic custom of burying it under a fruit tree. You know, a little nod to life’s cyclic nature. Anyway, brother, I’m gonna spin this one for you.
Who are any of us? Are we one person fixed at birth or do we grow like a snow ball coming down the mountains side of life? O can we change? Shred our skin? The caterpillar becomes the butterfly leaving the remains of his former self behind.
I’m getting airplay in Alaska (thanks to my friend Kaitlyn), which makes me think of Northern Exposure, KBHR and Chris in the Morning and his philisophical ramblings. It also makes me miss Pinedale, WY and all its similarities to Cicely, AK. Can I get a show at Roslyns?
“Writing is 90 percent procrastination: reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box, watching infomercials. It’s a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write.”
Thats what Paul Rudnick said about his experiences with writers block. Truth be told, I’m going thorough a creative funk lately. As many of you may have noticed, I’ve been 86’d for about a month. Its that time of year when my creative juices usually begin to flow through my veins, my annual art project. There have been some great ones over the years, my Northern Lights display, the Fling, the Lightbulb Showcase, the Dust Mite, and last years Tachyon. This year all I’m getting on my collective radar is white noise. I need to somehow get out of this stasis stage. If anybody has any good ideas for a theme, come by the station or post it on my facebook page.