Try going into Walkers – I have told Donna that I will. The morning goes alright. I go out and get sandwiches from the Shop Formerly Known As Honest Ben’s (SFKAHB) and after eating them have a recurrence of feeling-oddness. So I come home at 3:00 and lie on the sofa for a bit.
I decide that I’ll go to the meditation class, though, mainly since it’s just sitting there, which is what I’m supposed to be doing anyway, and I’m loath to miss the hints and tips for successful just sitting there that Lama Zangmo throws out. Quite productive considering i suspect that I’m sitting totally wrong and every week a new bit of my body takes its turn to give me frantic and assertive distress signals left leg, right leg, back, this week it was the turn of the left buttock. An egalitarian philosphy it is where even the lowly buttock takes its turn to cause agony.
I had set up my pocket radio to try to record the Laurie Anderson performance to the Big Disk in the computer, but when I return there’s so much intereference on it that it’s pretty much useless. I do hear the last forty-five minutes or so, which includes a deeply moving version of O Superman – the concert was recorded in New York in September, adding reverberations to lines lke "Here come the planes / They’re American Planes / Made in America / Smoking or Non-Smoking?" which is a bit tasteless I suppose, but the piece always ambivalent about the relationship between the aerospace and amraments industry. It sounds like Anderson’s voice was cracking during the final "So hold me now…" section. Perhaps it will be released.
I listen to a bit of Sunday’s rehearsal with Yuka. I need to piece together what we worked out by Saturday morning or I’ll look like a silly boy and a person of no fixed discipline.