Hebdomadaire

Maintaining any consistency has its benefits and drawbacks — if one maintains a foolish pattern of behaviour one is thought to have let the hobgoblin move into the shrunken mind to set up good housekeeping to seal the whole deal. So again the title here and the “slug” for the URL as well would seem have some sort of obscure raw, uncooked connection to something-or-other but we cannot quite make it out; it’s all blurry, from the fluid motion or the brisk flowing pace of events and changes in our lives. We know how we want things to go, but they go otherwise, far too often, yet somehow most of it remains just barely within reach, and we can keep going, keep trying, not give up.

Even without a ship, we do not give up. It takes at least one other person to help you float your friendly ship, if you have one, or to think of having one at all. Seems like all too often, having too many of the wrong kind of friends can easily sink that entire battleship of yours. It did mine, or some other kind of mine did. Ka-boom, blub-blub…

These are today’s anagrams:

Reflections All Watery
• Yellow African Letters
• Client Software Really
• Early Fellow Interacts
• New Flotilla Secretary
• Certain Flowers Lately
• Increase Latterly Flow
• Fellow Certainly Rates

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Here I blindly (to nearly everyone else by myself) cite from another glob, I mean, blog:

“I want to see what you see.” he whispered to me.

These words are now memorialized twice, or thrice if they’ve been written by hand somewhere on paper (my guess is yes they have or soon will be); if we were across the sea we might say they’re memorialised, I just now realised. Surprized?

The point is, it is not always necessarily the best idea to explain everything in detail, yet that is often what I would do if allowed to “do my thing” whenever the time seemed right, or whenever it seemed right, at the time, or the right thing to do at the time. You know what that is like, surely. If not, you will eventually know it when someone says they want you to stop explaining. That would depend, of course, on how much explaining you tend to do. If you rarely do it, you might not be told to shut-the-hell-up-already before you reach, say, your forties. Who know? I don’t, but I’d like to, probably. Or, prolly.

Prolly wanna cracker?

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Thus, for today’s end-of-summer sale, we have (only to save y’all the time of navigating around unless you have a hankerin’ to go surfin’, so I’ll give you linx) some things about my all-time favorite stranger, and surely you’d know who that is if you know me at all, if you ever did. Chances are, you are part of an amazing silent majority. It would barely be an exaggeration to say that nobody talks to me anymore, out of all the folks I used to know on the web. The number now is near zero, but it is definitely not zero. And, ironically, I prefer it that way, but I know something else: it is wrong, and should not be this way, and yet it is. It is somewhat like the paradox of how I can use the very same mouth to both bless and curse my fellow human beings or their ideas and efforts. Same (ugly) mouth, completely different purposes (opposite ones, really) and both rather easily done.

So if you ever followed the public visibility of one young Kansas woman (and apparently who is now residing further east, in Tennessee, or there lies her interests more) who always went by the name of Jennifer Knapp. That’s a good idea (by the way) if you can do it: keep the name you were given at birth or most of it, or some of it, or at least keep some part of it next to your heart (even if only to let it torment you), and use it out here in public, so’s we can tell who it is you are (am, be). That is, if you do not wish to disappear completely and “be someone else” you should try to keep the name your parent or parents gave you. It keeps them happy, to start with, and that’s usually not too foolish. It might seem that way a lot of the time, though.

Many of these URL’s are ones that you could easily guess at and be right. Jen’s using her name, and she’s going to perform in a couple of days, in Los Angeles. I wish I could go. I missed the chance to go (or skipped it, like an idiot, by being otherwise occupied) every other one of her shows, and this includes the ones in Oregon, where I’d only have had to travel just a few miles. Then, it would have been so easy to See Her In Person (SHIP)™ and now it is simply overwhelming to think of leaving the state (or even my own county) to see anyone in any kind of concert. Those days of “reachability” are gone for me, it seems. But that’s another story, and one best untold if we’re trying to think positive.

Here is the way the top of Jen’s myspace page, where she has a blog and also some photos:

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that were used for making the header-strip you see in this blog’s current theme. This is an example of something I would have thought I’d be doing for folks by now, and it’s not. Most of the things that I’ve learned how to do are things that many dozens or hundreds or thousands of folks can do, and probably better than I do. So I just jack around with no trade of my own, trading nothing for nothing, most of the time. Time can seem to be made out of nothing, even though we measure it, and “see” it going by, off to the past where it stays quite out of reach, forever. Silly, nonchalant stuff, this “time” is. What has gotten into time, anyway? It used to behave differently somehow. It was slower, I know it was.

This, for anyone who goes to her official site’s homepage to see ahead of time or again if they’ve already been (get it?), is what her letter to us (her adoring fans, the public at large, no matter how small) says:

9/18/2009

Yes, it’s true. I am the REAL Jennifer Knapp and I’ve
been doing a little music lately.

With every ‘old friend’ I run into these days
there is the sudden rush of questions…
How are you? Where have you been? Are you
working? What have you been doing? What
hole did you fall into? Were there any trolls?
Did you have enough water? Is this a real
jenniferknapp.com or just another rouse?
Are you really coming back? Are you making a
new record? And so on…we’ve been flooded
with emails and phone calls simply by
putting up a humble little homepage. So
much for my little holiday. It’s looking very
much like it may be over.

Despite what some may say, I haven’t actually
disappeared. I have truly been corporeal this
whole time. I’ve just been traveling mostly.
I’ve seen many of the place I’d only previously
flown over and eaten some fantastic cuisine
that has pushed mashed potatoes down the

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list. I have wasted too many days sulking
about how strange life is and many more
discovering just how truly beautiful people
can be. My experiences have been both wildly
exotic and extraordinarily mundane. But
mostly I will say that I have had a chance to
get my feet under me. I took that time to
discover more about myself and my own faith
without the vail of expectations to a cause.
Without writing a novel at this point, I’ll just
say that I’m starting to thing that I might
actually be a songwriter, musician or artist
of some kind…So, maybe I should do something
about it?

I know that many of you here have persisted
in hope that I would return to music.
Why you have waited or even cared has been
one of the greatest of mysteries to me, at the
same time, a complete and utter blessing as
it has always been. Thank you for your
support. I can only hope to repay you with
what you have waited for… music.

Jennifer

Any and all transcription errors in (error sin) the above: mine

This is the real deal, if you want to have a look from here:

As you can see for yourself, Jen has lovely penmanship. I could never make my handwriting look that good, and it usually annoyed me that most of the teachers at lower levels put lots of emphasis on something I could not do well. Little did I realize how much that governing principle would dominate everyone’s life. You know what you want to do, but you are not necessarily “gifted” in the area you would like to be. Sometimes I wonder if anyone is, and then I look at someone who seems to think it is wonderful that he or she has so much more than everyone else, and refuses to share it. Fortunately, I do not have lots of anything, so sharing is not something I can refuse to do, even if I wanted to keep everything to myself, I would be keeping almost nothing from anyone. Poverty is so simple.

The hope might be that something official might be posted soon on her YouTube channel, and a good “bet” for that would be any footage they decide to make of that performance she and Phillip LaRue are giving on Thursday evening, at the Hotel Cafe in Los Angeles. These are places that I (myself) am not going, but if I could choose to have whatever I wanted, this would not be planet Earth. So I’ll miss this show, too. It’s only fair! (Only, it’s no-fair…)

If I try enough times, I might be able to relay her new song “Letting Go” for you here but in the meantime, you can just do what I did and go listen on her mySpace page (another place where I do not reside and never will, whereas persistently revisiting the same page over and over, like some obsessed maniac is something I can easily handle) to see if you think “she still has it going on musically” like many of us always thought she did have, about ten year back, more-or-less (meaning, not exactly).

Perhaps other things will be tagged onto the end of this post. I’ve done that before. And I can use that “more” code (with the square brackets) to put more on the back page of this post, since, for once, I didn’t do that to it, and maybe for once, I will not! Don’t bet on that one, please.

In keeping with my old good/bad habit of thinking of songs to go along with my own life or anyone else’s, I was delighted to find this one the other day, and hope that it does not mysteriously join the many countless data-loss favorites that we cannot find where they used to be on this ever-rapidly-changing web we call the internet, or internet we call the web. I say it is so obvious: we be sumb dumb basses (not bass-players, fish-types). We is in the all-humanity sense of the word. Or words to that effect.

This song is not for my friend. It is not for anyone in particular, but there is an entire crowd I’d like to sing this one to, and if I can “have my way” then I will be doing just exactly that. Meanwhile, it takes me back to my high school daze. I often could hear this song inside my own cranial imagination during P.E. class, for example. Those jocks sure thought they had all the right stuff. They did, but not very much of it.

enjoy!
–g♥