Labor-less Day

Gads but I admire the folks who can churn out a new journal page each and every day! How do they do it! Days and weeks go by, and I don't write a word.

As usual, a quiet bank holiday. No plans! No expectations! No laments! Had an unexpected din din Friday eve with a friend. Prawns in an Indian sauce. Can not begin to remember what it was called. Good meal and most diverse conversation. One of the main topics was the UK's Channel 4 production of "Queer As Folks." Doubt if we'll be seeing in the states anytime soon. Subject matter and explicit content would give it an NC-17 rating. Of course other video products from the UK have drifted across the Atlantic. This one may too.

Loped off to a cat show yesterday afternoon with another friend. Big and little felines, hairless and fluffy ones, bored and active kittens. Wished that each cage had had a label indicating the type. Came away feeling undereducated.

Last night, I watched "Evening at Pops" to see the world's premiere "juggler" - Michael Moschen. Of course, "juggler" is the default term because there is not an exact term for what he does. He manipulates objects - hand balls, bouncing balls, metal circles, hoops, revolving sticks. But he makes objects seem to defy gravity, to float and swirl and almost take wing. The emotional charge his work generates is primal as well as erotic. Hard to explain, I know. (Maybe it's Freudian: the facile manipulation of basic geometric shapes that symbolize innate human functions.)

PAX!