somuchrain

I got a lot of work done on one of my RAT talks today - the talk on play. I've been reading all this stuff, Huizinga and the Situationists, Lefebvre, for weeks to be versed on the concept, and I've not had a thing to say other than reciting the things others have said - it's like, I could only say bullshit, and tonight I got really scared and fed up and drunk and once I was drunk I played soccer with Nadja (my dog) and immediately knew what I meant to say and I stood on the porch giving my talk and walking all the lines between work and play and production and consumption and 19th century capitalism vs. capitalism following basically the 50s and all of these irritating complicated distinctions. I was running inside to write things down intermittently while pacing around my dad's porch talking to myself. I'm sure the neighbors, who were having a barbecue thought i was completely out of my mind.

. It's odd, this has happened a few times - I'll read cool things and write bullshit for months and then have this utterly lovely drunken moment where everything comes together. It's hard to not just credit whiskey for every original idea I've ever had.