just all arbitrary. Most Native Americans, they don't think of time as
linear; in time, out of time, I never have enough time, circular time, the
Stevens wheel. All moments are happening all the time. Look at Einstein.
Theory of relativity--you go far enough fast enough, it's just going to bend
the whole situation, like you and I we could just zip out to Alpha Centauri
at the speed of light (that's our nearest star neighbor, right). By the
time we get back everybody's popping up daisies."
- Chris to Shelly
- Chris in the Morning
You know? Think about it, Maurice, how the dank corruption of the forest
floor, the black root of humus becomes this perfect food. You know? This
total gift of nature, the whole gestalt is so, spring."
"Stevens, is anything simple to you?"
"Maurice, life and death rolled up in one little fungus. What could be
simpler man?"
- Chris and Maurice discuss truffles
- Chris in the morning
back that second cup of joe, get ready to greet the day. Temperature's
creeping towards double digits as the solar drought continues--23 days, an
average of an hour and a half of sunlight every day. No relief on the
horizon. Which only makes sense cause there is no horizon. Our friends at
the weather service are calling for another storm and as we know, they've
been batting a thousand lately. Hey, let's check our social calendar.
Nothing. Total blank. It's cabin fever season people, that time of year when
four walls feel like they're going to come in here and choke the spirit
right out of you. Time to lock away those firearms and hang tough. No way
through it except to do it.�
- Chris, on avoiding winter depression
"The what?"
"The IT. The autonomy of fragment, the why, the touchstone. You know, like
Ingres' Odalisque, that beautiful, drop-dead curving spine or Rodin's broken
nose, Muench's screaming face. Look at this, this THING! Look at it!
thought, I'm going to hone in on the neck, it's perfect, it's an anchor. The
neck, it's arbitrary. Why the neck? The neck has no meaning. The neck is a
neck!"
- Chris sculpts April
"How'd you know that?"
"It's the only time you eat this stuff."
"I got it real bad this time Ruth-Ann. I'm staring into the abyss, ain't
even blinking."
"I'm sure you'll find your inspiration, dear. But, tell me,
why peanut brittle?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's the yin and yang of sweet and salt, you know, the
surprise of the peanut, the violence, the way it shreds up the soft palette.
Just helps me focus."
- Ruth-Ann sells peanut brittle to Chris
going on at Leo's Auto Parts. Man, what would old George think of this
hoopla? Word got out he didn't have a chance to celebrate his birthday alone
anymore, got to blow out the candles with Abe. Why is that? So we can get a
long weekend and go to the shopping mall, buy things? George Washington had
a vision for this country. Was it three days of uninterrupted shopping?"
- Chris on the air
"Well, of course not. They ceased to exist years ago. They exist only in my
mind's eye."
"Oh. Very pretty."
- Ed to Maurice, who is showing his home
rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down
and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed
up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come
before."
- Chris on the air
- Maurice to a voiceless Chris
the songs of the universe."
- Chris on the air, referring to the static on the radio
someday, OK? I'm going to die. It's just really made me stop and think,
we're all going to die! So we should do good things. Positive, healing
things."
- Maggie to Chris, admitting she stole an album
