First of all, I had a great nap today. It was dreamy... so nice. I woke up to soup on the table.
You ask, I tell. Dancing is like art and dancing is an art and dancing is art but not if you're smoking and drinking on a Saturday night for just so. Drunk art isn't art, fuck that. But it can be. Don't let me be the arbiter on this one. What I do really know is this: If you like it, if it feels good, and it feels right, adopt a corporate catch phrase and just do it. Ahem, My family is so beautiful. I hung out today with mum and dad and my sister, Urszula, and her exceptionally wonderful son, my nephew, Tyrus. Tyrus has deep blue eyes from my father, I think. His brown hair is light brown, a glowing dark blonde, nothing dirty about it. He is deeply interested in all things with big wheels and painted yellow: diggers, excavators, trucks; his favourite are cranes. I credit his preference to his exceeding intelligence because he obviously has an affinity for ideas beyond brute force. He seems to understand lifting, as the surpassing of this primordial law that makes even flesh fall, and stretching towards the heaven is one step from flying and one stair step from being angelic. He doesn't pronounce the R in crane very well and when he sees one (and he sees many because Toronto is constantly under construction) he yells out KWAYNE! You can't help but smile at his budding wit when he points at the cranes and says "I wanna see dat!" He's a great joy to play with. I tease him a lot about what is his and what isn't, to his mother's dismay, but he laughs when I do it and I like it and oh, you'd love him Angela, you would, because he's so easy to fall in love with.
The second part of this much delayed response addresses your second question:
1. Read "The Library of Babel" by Jorge Louis Borges and from it...
2. Decide that you can't know everything and focus on what success is for you and let it be your new modus operandi. Obsess on it. And then realize that...
3. You have this thing inside you called "joy". Bring it to any table you may have the pleasure pulling up a chair to, resting your elbows upon, tapping your finger tips on, eating food from, dancing on top of and let joy unfold it's warm magic... voila.
I hope that helps.
I'm happy to have the chance to share this with you, you've asked great questions. I would have loved to share this with you over brunch. I miss you lots and lots, send me your mailing address, okay? Until then, I am
yours affectionately,
tonik
1 comment:
you know what. I remember when you wrote me this email. I think it changed my life.
But today my mom called me. She calls me every Friday, cause friday is "my day". She dedicates one day a week to us four kids, one day for my dad, one day for herself and one day for god and everyone and feelgoodness..... anywho she asks me today " who is rik ronski?" "Cosa????" I respond.
Then she tell me that when she google's my name (which I find so hilariously absurd, that my mom googles my name, cause maybe she knows I have ten secret blogs out there in digiland, or maybe she's diggin' for dirt, non lo so.
Then she tells me that out there someone wrote two paragrahs for me and that this person has a lot of love for their family and said some smart things.
Ya.
Thank god that the internet is forever.
ciao tonik. Maybe we can take a walk the week of the 28th, I'll be in town for a few days.
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