SpaceScape

 

 

 

 

 

 

“There is another world, but it is in this one”

~Alexander Theroux

 

 

 

 

Ernesto Caivano

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The next thing I knew, all the lights were out, and the telephone, no matter what number I dialed, kept connecting me with an automated recording of the story of Rapunzel.”

~Stanislaw Lem, The Futurological Congress

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thoughts from the beach grass, 8/13/14-

I am grateful. Why do we spend so much of our lives looking at what yet is to become? Why are we always thinking of the things we want, things we want that will someday make us happy, instead of just letting ourselves be happy? Why is it so hard to appreciate the moment we’re already in? You know what? It’s now or never. It’s now or never to think, “I don’t need anything but my consciousness, life to know how blessed I am.” And I mean consciousness alone, in all of its unordered, unplanned and uncontained form…like thinking with no words… I say just look at the beach grass. Just be here. Just be.

 

 

I recently stumbled onto what I think is the strangest interview I’ve ever read. I was looking into whether or not anyone plays croquet for a living, since I decided one of my Sims, Chip Fowler, became the wealthiest Sim in Sim Town through playing professional croquet. Apparently gentlemen all over the world do win money through croquet, but after reading this interview with the agreed upon “best croquet player in the world”, Robert Fulford, during the Sonoma-Cutrer World Singles Championship, I’m even more confused as to whether professional croquet is a serious thing or not. When asked “What’s your most significant accomplishment in croquet?” he responds “Winning the OTHER world championship”, as if there could be more than one world championship. When asked what his strategy will be for the tournament, if he will attempt to make every single sextuple, he responds that “these are very unusual conditions here,” and that his “tactics will very much depend on lawn conditions.” And then there’s this exchange-

Interviewer: When you’re already the best, where are you going to go? That’s the question.

R: I don’t know what you mean by that.

I: You’re the best player in the world…

R: Yes…?

Check out the full interview at croquetworld.com/people/interview-one.asp and decide for yourself whether or not professional croquet is real. Because I seriously can’t tell.

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thoughts from the train (What Could Have Been)

In high school I tried to adopt a ferret. But my application was denied. I don't know why there had to be such a questionnaire for ferret adoption, but they asked why you wanted the ferret, and I said because I want something to sit on my lap and cuddle with me. Their justification for denying me was that I was better suited looking into elderly rabbits, for all they would do is sit on my lap, and they would probably die by the time I went to college.

I'm reflecting on this because I wonder how my life would have been different had they given me the thumbs up. If I had indeed adopted a ferret. 

I wonder if there would be regular blog posts about it. I wonder if it would have brought me to strange new places, like under the couch, in the crawl space or behind the furnace. I wonder if its novelty would have worn off by now. I wonder if I would have still adopted my cat, luckylu. If I did, would they get along? I wonder if I would have made different friends, because my room would have always smelled like ferret, and no one would want to be in there. I wonder if I would have been obsessed, and been a weird ferret lady, who goes to ferret lover conventions or joins ferret loving communities. I wonder if my mom would be taking care of it right now. I wonder if she would have kicked me and the ferret on the streets by now. I wonder if we would be homeless, together. 

I wonder if it would be alive right now. I wonder if I would be alive right now. 

Maybe this all happened the way it did for a reason. I wish I could go back and console my high school self, and tell her that it's probably for the best. That sometimes you fail for a reason. That maybe, sometimes, you should give up your short term goals for some long term ones. Like, in this case, your social and physical survival. I think this serves as a good reminder that in the future, when something doesn't go my way, I shouldn't fret too much. Things will work themselves out. The story is never over. I'm glad I have a cat.