1 Intro to Brian S's As It Happens
The two major ongoing autobiographical works
I have had online were: Edges of Knowledge:
An Unplanned Autobiography and Brian's
Brain. I may place what exists of those works
online again one day. I am not sure. However,
today I am starting Brian S's As It Happens.
Yes, numerous prose autobiographical postings
have appeared in this journal since the day I
began it, and each of those can now be placed
under my new title, but not a one needs to be.
This morning I was officially up at 5 because I had to be at a clinic by 6:40 for several hours of stress tests. As it happened, I was allowed to leave about 11. The tests I took did not involve using a treadmill, a fact which pleased me. My Springfield sister had taken me there and she took away from there. We went to a grocery where a could pay a city bill, and we could do some shopping. After that she drove me back to my apartment complex. In today's dawn hours the weather was cloudy and blustery, but by the time of my return it was less blustery and some clearing had put a lighter mood in the sky. Still, after dark tonight storminess is expected, and tomorrow is likely to be blustery as well. Doesn't this just makeyou want to dance on your toes!? - Yesterday I began reading a poem which I last read years ago: T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land, and time has allowed me to more easily appreciate why Hart Crane and others felt the need to counterbalance it. Not that itisalways so, butintellectual intensiveness tends to be more negative in the sense of being more somber and more prone to use language in dark ways. The mind ruminates. The senses titillate. It is the angle of vision chosen that determines the play. One can be exuberant. One can be dispirited. One can be both or somewhere between. I know this from the inside. Yes, my character is generally more introverted, melancholic; but sometimes I find myself observing an object or even an activity as if for the first time, and if that object or activity is of a pleasant nature, I am carried by it into a state of cloistered joy. - I used to be able to buy mint ice cream--PURE mint ice cream. Even restaurants had it, and served it to any who wanted it. It was a popular dessert. Now, the only way you can get it is/ littered with chocolate chips. I am a chocolate chip fanatic. I eat some every day, BUT/ I do not want them/ in my/ MINT ice cream. Brian A. J. Salchert