Monday, January 11, 2016

Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere.

David Bowie in Cleveland, 1976
Photo by Janet Macoska
Each morning I read to my son to fill the time before we walk up the street to catch the bus. These days, we are reading The Martin Chronicles by Ray Bradbury.

This morning, I read this. It seemed poignant.
The stars were white and sharp beyond the flesh of the Martian, and they were sewn into his flesh like scintillas swallowed into the thin, phosphorescent membrane of a gelatinous sea fish. 
You could see stars flickering like violet eyes in the Martian's stomach and chest, and through his wrists, like jewelry.
Yes. Yes, we could see it.

Distance: 2.5 miles
Avg Pace: 8:16
Duration: 20:41
Route: Three times around the block

Running business ... I have had some difficult nights recently. I wake with whichever thigh and hip I am sleeping on aching, and have to roll over. And over. And over. Maybe six to eight times a night. And it takes some time to get back to sleep almost each time.

Meantime, it is now cold. The pavements yesterday and today froze before anyone could shovel them. There is snow, which is fine, but also great clumps of crusty ice chunks tossed up from the plows. It's the kind of thing which, even if you don't outright twist and ankle, can leave your joints feeling much more taxed and tired.

But running is so much better than not running.

1976 Playlist
Golden Years  - David Bowie
Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry
Beat On The Brat - The Ramones
Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC
More, More, More pt. 1 - Andrea True

Temperature: 16°
Climate: cold
Pavement: snowy, crunchy, slippery
Weight: 162.5 lbs.
Mood: good

A little more than three years ago my wife woke and checked her iPad to learn David Bowie had released a new song, from a new album, on his 66th birthday. We lay together in bed before dawn and watched the video for Where Are We Now? He was still with us.

What can you do when confronted with the just released music video for Lazarus? It's perverse and chilling and hilarious. He knew he was dying, and produced a new musical, a new album and this artifact.

It is humbling. It is inspiring. Keep creating.

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