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Hopperesque

6:02 PM Monday, September 4, 2006

[It just made Sartre sick to his stomach.]

Today is Labor Day and I've been doing nothing laborious. I caught up on my sleep this morning and took my laptop to Espresso Roma this afternoon. I sat inside so I could easily read the screen, while I looked out at the golden sunlight on the terrace through the window. At 3:28 PM I left the cafe and was immediately inundated with a kind of light that I dubbed "Hopperesque," because it created a bittersweet, wistful, nostalgic, in fact downright sad mood like that in the paintings of Edward Hopper. Unlike Robert Bechtle, who in my view uses the same sunlight to create an upbeat, optimistic mood of boundless promise, Hopper manages to convey a sense of existential isolation, an alienation from meaning, famously attributed to the "death" of a monotheistic God. For some philosophers (Kierkegaard? Camus?) this sense of meaninglessness has led to the conclusion that everything is absurd, while for Sartre, who found solace in Communist politics, it just made him sick to his stomach.

Keisuke, of course, would have said, "it is of no importance," and I would be inclined to agree with him. Same sunshine, different moods. It is all part of life.

The other day I ate at a local restaurant which features "create your own pasta." You pick the pasta (fusilli, rigatoni, spaghetti, etc.), the sauce, and the condiments, and they make it as ordered. I ordered my own custom pasta, but it wasn't very good, and the next time I ordered pasta it was the plain old spaghetti and meatballs at another restaurant, which is always good. Life is like that. You gotta create your own pasta, or pick one that's already prepared for you, like Hasidism or Islam or Unitarianism or, for some, a '66 T-bird, and you hope the pasta's good. Does writing that make me an Existentialist? It is of no importance.

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