Afternoon (cycle picture dream)

It's Sunday. I've had some breakfast and posted my picture. The thoughts, images, and dreams flicker through me and I can barely comprehend them. On some level I understand, on some level I feel too much, and yet at some other "holistic" level I don't understand. I will never understand. I am only offered glimpses, shadows on a cave wall some would say.

Here are the things I am selling today:

Vittorio's table, the self-assemble shelf, and gifted chairs.

The table is apart already because they need to fit it into their car. I can't with the shelf. The pieces are screwed together.
We took it apart anyways and they took everything away. A nice french couple. They were looking at the same apartment as Gonca (who took the Ikea dresser).


Before I took the table apart, I took the "almost finished breakfast on the table" picture. What did I have for dinner last night on the table? Here.

Blogger isn't really up to fancy picture display yet. No more angled table images but for sure more dinner pictures. Later.

And more wine pictures, just on a different table.

 You get the gist.

(it's chicken)

A Dornfelder from last night..

If I could only stack the pictures and compress the time like it feels. Still. The images are fragmented, spaced like I see my memories.
I put up pictures here.
We put up pictures on our walls.
For me it is a cycle of putting up and taking down physical pictures. I go through different but same emotions everytime.

There is Lil's black and white picture framing a boat. It is dated 1998, when I left LA and went to Boulder for Graduate School.

There are the Kanji from Ikeda sensei and the odd deconstruction of women pictures preserved in polyurethane shoe fix gloo. Boulder days of practicing Aikido, and then fixing paper in rubber while living in Julie's place. Maybe the artist spirit moved me then!

And what else? The calendar from 2009 giving classic art images. 2009 was a busy and good year. A stitched together photograph of a Thailand jungle was from then. Pictures of gramma and me and mom and ta re and the cardboard pieces from a care package sent to me by my nieces. Life in Vietnam circa 1970-71, LA circa 1998, Boulder 2002-6 and Tuebingen 2006-2009, all on my wall. My timeline.

It is like Aikido. You can't learn it by talking about it. You have to go through the motion. The movement is putting up and taking down physical artifacts with hyper-linked connection to various neural networks. I go through the movements that others have done with love. What does it feel like? I can't describe it. I just go through the movements. You have to go through the movements. Social muscle memory networks linked to group cognition.

I keep telling myself that when all this is more settled the pictures will come back up. And they will. They are all slices of time's passage that I've cut away and taken with me, artifacts with memory traces linking places and people and times and wine and fun and laughter.

These artifacts I will keep and go through the motions again.

But I will put some here too, as you do. An electronic artifact who's persistence might be longer than any real object.

These objects are organically in you, in your brain and now on extended network you create to store memories for random access. How will these extended networks alter the movements we do?

Regardless, if they last longer than expected, I will be happy.