Been a sort of busy week. I finished art history. I only wrote about Bigfoot once. That’s pretty good, I think. I mentioned the famous Bigfoot in response to this prompt about objects aiding worship.
If you want to know what I said, and I have no idea why you might, yet you’re here, for some reason . . .
“These footprints of Buddha aid the Buddhist in the quest for enlightenment by showing and not showing. By delimiting the Buddha’s representation, they leave his reality unlimited. It reminds me of the peculiar American deity, Bigfoot. When one only sees casts of Bigfoot’s footprints, they feel that the man-ape could be anywhere. He exists as a potential in an ubiquitous zone of mystery because his representation is delimited. But, when one sees a picture of him or, even worse – video, one loses this sense of mystery and its potentials. At that moment, Bigfoot appears as little more than a human in a gorilla costume. The clearer the representation is, the worse this becomes. Now, I’m not trying to say that Buddha is Bigfoot (though I won’t rule out Bigfoot being Buddha) but in this delimited representation of feet, Bigfoot and Buddha share a zone of mystery that aids the seeker of these strange concepts by allowing an impenetrable yet ubiquitous zone in which man-ape-beast or Buddha can exist.”
Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with me either. I don’t even know if I’m allowed to post this stuff here. If the police come, tell my mother I love her and I’m sorry.
Just waiting for the marks.
I also sent my Gatsby paper to people, friends and such, who asked to read it. Of course, immediately after sending it, while in the parking lot at work, where most of the paper was conceived while pushing empty shopping carts, something occurred to me. I had to ask them not to read it, while I tried to get something a little more straight in my head and in the paper. In my experience, one can never be sure if they got a piece of writing right. But you do, sometimes, get a feeling like it’s done. And, after making those changes, I had that sort of feeling. Like I’d properly finished it, at least. Everyone was very patient with me and they all have the new and correct version of my first ever academic paper.
Now, I have about a week off from school before my ethics class starts.
My suit continues to progress. I headed into the tailor shop for another fitting. This was the basted fitting. Don’t know what that is? Don’t worry – I got you. From The Basted Fitting: A Hallmark of Buying A Bespoke Suit:
“It is called the basted fitting because, at this point, the suit is temporarily stitched together with white basting thread. Although measurements had previously been taken, the basted fitting will be the first time you actually get to try on your custom suit. The master tailor will then use the fitting to fine tune the jacket and trousers, so it drapes perfectly over your body. No shortcuts are taken, and every inch of your body will be examined so that your garment won’t require any alterations.”
It’s usually the second of the three fittings that a bespoke suit requires and, if all goes really well, the last that requires any work. It was also the first time I got a look at this suit. I’m very happy with it. It’s always interesting how the look of the cloth differs when it is scaled up to form a suit. I didn’t take any pictures of it. But here’s one of me in the changing room. If you squint, you can see the new pants hanging up.
Anyway, that’s it til next time.