From the office work province

1. The blinds are down, there's a welcomingly mild sun out there. Most people have gone out for lunch. It's peaceful here in the outpost of a gigantic company.
2. I suffer from time elapse anxiety syndrome (TEA).
3. Do many people suffer from this disease?
4. Symptom: feeling that time is slipping by without you getting urgent things done.
5. This symptom makes me nervous.
6. Until I succumb to the next "what's so important that it really needs to be done in the overall scheme of things" mood.
7. Those moods are philosophical and soothing,
8. but they don't get anything done.

Yours from the office grind Len B.

The trepidation rumor

It has been said
that trepidation is unnecessary,
but what other stage
quite so disquieting is there
between serenity, calm,
uncertainty and gloom of doom?

– Leonard Blumfeld

Invigorable note
The trepidation in the signature to the preceding fib demanded to be expounded on. The above rumor is an attempt to do this.

Weather report: shiny, shiny, shiny

The weather I can report on with some lapse because it is stable, near-term surprises are not to be expected. It's the big baby-blue out there, with white streaks from aeroplanes.

The sun is shining down, and this should make me happy, just like everyone else.

Everyone else has been shedding layers.

I'm sitting in my office, feeling cooped up and nervous, as if on crystal lithium*.

Don't worry, I don't even know what that would be like.

Except that I have a nervous feeling. It feels like I should be doing something speedily, lots of things, in fact, to ameliorate the situation, to solve problems, to get rid of work, to no longer procrastinate with the breadless arts.

Don't worry, I won't go into the problems to be solved.

– Yours Lenny B., doggedly trying to remain cheerful in spite of it all

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*Borrowed from James Schuyler. He published a collection of poetry titled "The Crystal Lithium" in 1972.

The title derives from the fact that he had to take lithium for balance. There had been imbalances that forced hospitalization.

These imbalances included the incident where he washed money in the bathtub at Fairfield Porter's house, if I remember correctly.

Mareike condensed

Not
one
crumb is
to remain
unaltered. This all
is our purpose on this planet.

– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2007)

History
This afternoon in her kitchen, Mareike in a few sentences summarized our obligation to the mineral world. She specifically quoted “crumb” as a member of this world.

Hits!

How many of us are out there, hoping to make it big, blogging away for
THE BIG BANG,
the stratospheric Harry Potter of blogs?

Google's AdSense providing the cash needed for that dream villa on some sunny beach, where we loll, blogging occasionally and languidly using our notebook computer or cell phone but mostly working on that tan and on our inebriation...

Ah cyberworld,
cyberspace,
cyberdreams,
blessèd be
thy cyberlure!

Variations on nothingness no. 2

Even nothingness varies.

Your midwest hometown neighborhood philosopher Jerry Potter Blumfeld.

In response to a friend ...

with somewhat far-eastern leanings, who told me, in a heated discussion:

You better face it: it all boils down to nothing

I said:

Let me tell you, there is PLENTY!
And if only it’s the appearance of something.

Shall the twain ever meet?

Another one of Blumfeld's unnumbered wisdoms.

Blumfeld's Wisdom No. N

Some of my attempts at wisdom, wit, cuteness & meanness were posted at Garden of Literary Confusion in various skins I choose (like a snake, but I keep shedding them and putting them back on as convenient).

Oh, and by the way, life goes on today. As it always will – in one form or another.

Promise to stop counting my wisdoms! Solid promise. At wit's end for now. Good-bye.