Let it snow
May 19, 2009
The snow is pounding down out my window. Seriously thick snow. Nothing is sticking on the ground yet, but if this keeps up and darkness falls, and the temperature falls…it’ll look like September snow in no time. I’d like to complain but it’s not in my nature. I love this. I love the drama of it. I love the out-of-season-ness of it. I don’t care about summer, or heat, or sun. Summer and heat and sun can take care of themselves. They’ll arrive in their own sweet time. Cats never come when you call them. In the meantime, this is glorious, mountainous weather. Look up. Look up at that crow sitting in the willow in the snow, at the top of this website. Put a sweater and an overcoat on and enjoy this; it won't last.
Got a enigmatic email from Thelonious Pinsky last night. Here it is, in its entirety:
“Trofimuk. Did you watch the series ending of ‘24’? Regardless of the fact that the show needs a good long rest, this particular series ended well. All good stories should end with open doors–you can only see what is in the frame of the door–only those questions are answered—but there is much that is not seen, and remains unanswered outside your view. This was the case with this episode. Inka and I wept like babies as the Muslim man brought forgiveness to old Jack Bauer on his death bed. Of course, the dumb-as-bricks-of-donkey-dung ad men, and publicists tagged this as “Jack’s emotional breaking point.” He was dying for Christ’s sake! It was dramatic. They should let him die. Inka thinks they won’t. I think they ought to bring in a new agent, a new anti-hero who does what needs to be done. F- - k it. Doesn’t matter. It was a moving end – an ending with honour. I hope you saw it, Trofimuk. I hope you were not watching the Bachelorette, which is a new low for television. The commodification of love into some sort of brain-dead game show. But it’s not about love. It’s more the shallow surface appearance of me seeing if the shallow surface appearance of you is a beautiful shallow match. It’s like watching pigs in a trough rolling in shit and eventually copulating. We accidentally stopped on this channel for about 30 seconds last night and I believe Inka and I have lost several thousand brain cells – we feel we’re dumber than a couple of mules today. Ah, enough of television. The ocean is blue-green and gentle today. It is 90F and there are many cervezas in the fridge. Inka is painting. She’s got her canvas set up in the shade beside the pool. Her palm trees remind me of that Group of Seven painter… Emily Carr! Emily Carr’s pine trees. Listen, I am reading Dan Brown’s ‘Angels & Demons’ and frankly, enjoying the hell out of it. It’s a good, light romp. You really ought to live here in Mexico with us, Trofimuk. Think of the books you could write!!! And Inka is a hell of a cook. She is never shy with her cilantro. Best... Pins"
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1. Daniel Poitras had this to say: May 21, 2009 ~ 12:29 ~ #
That beautiful bastard needs to start a church. I’d follow all the way up ‘til I was staring blankly at the empty kool-aid jar.