What M Bear has been up to

November 26, 2006 at 6:15 pm (Uncategorized)

Ok, since S Bear has been keeping her blog rolling on and on, I better tell everyone what my days have been filled with. Which is probably far more boring than her exciting life.

I have been listening to a lot of Sufjan Stevens (beware awesome ‘I’  [he wrote an album about Illinois]  t-shirt and trackpants combo he and his band are wearing), Mars Volta(beware freak-a-delic space rock), and Planes Mistaken For Stars (beware profanities on second link).

That is accompanied by reading. Most often from this great book about US Constitutional Law (well, actually a later edition, but you get the idea:

It is a fat book of 1700 pages. But remember, constitutional law is not about what the constitution says, and all about what the judges FEAR.

Also I am reading also about Nietzsche out of this book:

Remember, he is not about anti-Semitism or destruction, and all about the will to power, living your life with style, the overflowing of the passions and artistic juices. Or something like that, he is quite confusing sometimes. How about you read some too:

From The Gay Science,

279 Star friendship.— We were friends and have become estranged. But this was right, and we do not want to conceal and obscure it from ourselves as if we had reason to feel ashamed. We are two ships each of which has its goal and course; our paths may cross and we may celebrate a feast together, as we did—and then the good ships rested so quietly in one harbor and one sunshine that it may have looked as if they had reached their goal and as if they had one goal. But then the almighty force of our tasks drove us apart again into different seas and sunny zones, and perhaps we shall never see one another again,—perhaps we shall meet again but fail to recognize each other: our exposure to different seas and suns has changed us! That we have to become estranged is the law above us: by the same token we should also become more venerable for each other! And thus the memory of our former friendship should become more sacred! There is probably a tremendous but invisible stellar orbit in which our very different ways and goals may be included as small parts of this path,—let us rise up to this thought! But our life is too short and our power of vision too small for us to be more than friends in the sense of this sublime possibility.— Let us then believe in our star friendship even if we should be compelled to be earth enemies.


341 The greatest weight.— What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you in your loneliest loneliness and say to you: “This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!”— Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: “You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine!” If this thought gained possession of you, it would change you as you are or perhaps crush you; the question in each and every thing, “Do you desire this once more, and innumerable times more?” would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight! Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal? —

Hmm, somethings to think about. Anyway, we are also reading Freud, whose explanation of anything is basically “it’s all sex”.

I also read Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, which was interesting to read alongside Freud’s The Future of an Illusion.

Also a great comic strip from the 50s called Pogo Possum, which was about swamp animals like an alligator and possum but which was highly clever and political, and took on McCarthyism in a big way.

Blah blah blah, books and music. What else?

Thanksgiving and other sundry experiences you can see on S Bear’s blog. Staying up late, sleeping in. Having lots of baths. Reading books in the bath. Surfing the net. Playing soccer. Going out to dinner. That is the life of this bear in boston.

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November 7, 2006 at 10:18 am (Uncategorized)


Maine is a beautiful State. I almost wish I bought a ‘Maine’ hoody instead of my Boston one. We spent a good part of the weekend eating volumes of fantastic food in nice places like Becky’s. This diner was straight out of an American movie – older men lined up along a bar counter getting coffee poured by a friendly waitress that seemed like an old friend, and us hanging out in a red vinyl booth, waiting on our burger with fries and a pickle. Burgers here come with potato chips (like bluebird) and a pickle unless you ask for fries.


Our Inn was pretty and made better by a big breakfast which included three kinds of cake, and all day access to a huge tin of biscotti which we ate through quite fast. It was really cold up there – on Saturday morning we saw icicles hanging from the eves. We found an all you can eat vegetarian/vegan restaurant for only $3.99, and a Pandora style bakery on the waterfront with the best brownies I ever ate. We decided against going to the play, and ate lobster rolls in a pub on the waterfront instead. Lobsters are delicious. I got a pile of claws in a roll and M had Lobster with salads.


M. at LL Bean being talked out of buying hunting wear that was warm & half-price, and also all camoflage or highlighter orange. We all have to be reminded that you can go too far in neglecting apperance over warmth sometimes.  Maybe I am wrong.  We’ll go and try to find jackets at Filene’s again this week.

We wandered around town, froze, found a great second hand shop where I got a woollen jersey & a floaty brown gold skirt, got lost finding the museum (it said congress sq not street…), went on the Friday night artwalk where artists open up their homes and galleries so you can look at their pictures and drink their wine and eat their cheese while you do. Very refined. Saturday we considered biking up to Freeport to go to the jacket shop but decided to catch a boat out to an Island instead. We explored the island in the sun, freezing ourselves, and encountering wildlife (Seals, Deer, Cats, Crabs, Crows) . It was so beautiful and remote, we’d like to live somewhere like that.


On the boat towards Peaks Island. Lots of seals in the water, and freezing cold air.


Exploring the interior of the island and startling a deer. (I don’t know why you can’t see all that photo…)

When it was time to leave we walked down to the bus stop beside the park and were chased by squirells. Here they are scared of you, but these were big monster ones fed up by park visitors and they saw us as a source of treats. It was disturbing to have a hoard of squirells coming at you from all directions only moments away from running up your leg to scratch out your eyes. While watching squriells we also noticed that the bus was way late so we had to run all the way to the train station which was about three miles away. A guy noticed us and gave us a ride in the back of his ute which was fun and meant we got there with four minutes to run onto the train before it left. So now we are back.



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