Saturday, August 6, 2011


whenever i read jungian theory i feel like i'm discovering the mysteries of the universe, always on the brink of something. dr. h. recommended the hero with a thousand faces to help in my work with a patient who is stuck and needs an adventure. this was right on the money. the jungians have it:

"...there is something in these initiatory images so necessary to the psyche that if they are not supplied from without, through myth and ritual, they will have to be announced again, through dream, from within - lest our energies should remain forever locked in a banal, long-outmoded toy-room, at the bottom of the sea."

and check out this turn of phrase:

"...still on the search for love - which can come to them only from the centaurs, sileni, satyrs, and other concupiscent incubi of the rout of pan, either as in the second of the above-recited dreams, or as in our popular, vanilla-frosted temples of the venereal goddess, under the make-up of the latest heroes of the screen."


"the inflated ego of the tyrant is a curse to himself and his world - no matter how his affairs may seem to prosper. self-terrorized, fear-haunted, alert at every hand to meet and battle back the anticipated aggressions of his environment, which are primarily the reflections of the uncontrollable impulses to acquisition within himself, the giant of self-achieved independence is the world's messenger of disaster, even though, in his mind, he may entertain himself with humane intentions."

take that, ayn rand!

anyway, reading just the first chapter of this masterpiece fills me with desire and energy to learn all of mythology, psychoanalytic theory and art. no point in underlining here.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

all morning, in my head...

they tried to make nolan go to rehab
but he said, no no no
yes, he's been black but when he comes back
they won't know know know

he ain't got the time
and if his daddy thinks he's fine
they tried to make nolan go to rehab
but he won't go go go

the man said, why you think you're here?
nolan said, i got no idea
i said i'm just a baby!
that's why i always keep a bottle near

Monday, August 1, 2011

goodnight gorilla

one aspect of motherhood that i am totally psyched for is reading lots of children's books to nolan. tonight we read alligators all around by maurice sendak and goodnight, gorilla, which i remember from my childhood. any great book recommendations?

last night i did not work on the house. last night i watched a documentary about world of warcraft called second skin. it was pretty enlightening. was anyone else aware that there are 100,000 gold farmers in china? those are workers that play warcraft to accumulate warcraft gold for players in the u.s. or elsewhere who pay real cash for their services. they are like factory workers, but instead of sewing garments, they play hours and hours of warcraft. it is messed up. whoa! there's a documentary about it! i'll have to watch that some time this week. but tonight we're watching a doc about amy winehouse. that is the treat. nolan goes to bed between 8 and 9, i work on my stuff for an hour or so and then we watch a movie.

my mission tonight is to go through the bag of art supplies that was salvaged from the flood and put everything away. then comes a picture of nolan.

as promised: