Introducing Poor Yorick's Almanack
So, a name change, for several reasons. First, I was dissatisfied with the country-fried sound of "Jiggle the Handle". I thought it sounded too much like the punchline of a Jeff Foxworthy joke. I used it because that is what came to mind right before I started this whole stinking endeavor. Second, Wendy cut my hair this morning very close...so close, in fact, that in the mirror I could see the clear detail of my skull underneath. I immediately thought of Hamlet act 5, scene 1, upon finding his dead friend's long-ago-buried skull:
I'm not a huge Shakespear fan, but I really liked that line because it's crucial to Hamlet's understanding of life and death and of time passing...something I am considering a lot these days. The name also comes from Ben Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanack, a work of which I have minimal yet pleasant experience. Anyway, it's just a name change.
Today is better. The sun is out and the sky is blue (the world is beautiful, and so are you dear Prudence). I think that lately I've been suffering from some seasonal depression, and that it's difficult for me to recognize being depressed because I don't so much feel sad as I feel vaguely dissatisfied, fearful, and cranky. I think with just the sun being out, I'm a lot better off. Wendy and I are about to go out for a walk on the beach to fully explore its vitamin-E charms.
One thing I want to remember for later, though, is an article I read in this morning's Seattle Times, about a warm, evil wind that is the bane of people living in western Austria.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
I'm not a huge Shakespear fan, but I really liked that line because it's crucial to Hamlet's understanding of life and death and of time passing...something I am considering a lot these days. The name also comes from Ben Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanack, a work of which I have minimal yet pleasant experience. Anyway, it's just a name change.
Today is better. The sun is out and the sky is blue (the world is beautiful, and so are you dear Prudence). I think that lately I've been suffering from some seasonal depression, and that it's difficult for me to recognize being depressed because I don't so much feel sad as I feel vaguely dissatisfied, fearful, and cranky. I think with just the sun being out, I'm a lot better off. Wendy and I are about to go out for a walk on the beach to fully explore its vitamin-E charms.
One thing I want to remember for later, though, is an article I read in this morning's Seattle Times, about a warm, evil wind that is the bane of people living in western Austria.
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