It's 9:30 AM and the girls are still asleep. This has required years of work. They all drink coffee now, too. Again, on the MBA model this is my work. I have cultivated a workplace culture where the girls can think outside the box, effectively add value, etc. I go downstairs to make coffee. The cat, who is terrified to eat without company, is psyched to see me. I put water on to boil and we go to the bathroom so the cat can eat. Because I did this to the cat, somehow, I think. She peers uncertainly up at the top of the counter for several seconds, rearranging her undercarriage for the 40 inch spring. The little dance she does is unnerving. Or maybe it's just for my benefit? This is the only time she appears to have little cat feet. She arrives, scrambling slightly beyond her apex, hunkers there crunching. The kibble is eerie. Have I communicated this idea to the cat? I'm not full-on afraid of any foods, except maybe figs, now that JZ explained about the horrific life cycle of the fig wasp.
10:53. Hilde staggers out in her wildly mismatched underwear, abbreviated (the underwear) to the point of terseness. Laconic. I'll make her coffee for the silence.
There are two basic versions of the Barbie Dream House, and if you don't correctly identify the one you bought--or, as is more likely, the one you were given before you could choose--you may be living your life totally wrong and wondering why you don't feel completely located, successful and at peace. If you own the Romantic Aufhebung Barbie Dream House set-up, then yes you will have to constantly sum up and transcend all your earlier works. Your life will indeed need to unfold in some way that looks both monumental and organic, and you will require both heroic individuality and very deep communion with fellow RABDH Laborers. But the people at Mattel are no fools, and neither are they Sadists (although Google 'de Sade Dream House' for a good, if unnerving little chuckle). Your Barbie is hypersensitive to taste and touch. USE the amenities. One small representative example. Your Dream House is equipped with a large claw foot tub, which during the summer months, when surfing mainly replaces bathing, can be converted into a cannabis planter. But also take baths in it. You've got the sea, the sun, the wind, and endless amenities and small creature comforts. You'll also find all the scaffolding you'll need to erect the huge, cloudy forms that will express and guide your Soul, and keep you on the verge of transports and hysterics most of the time. The Romantic Aufhebung RV is a nuisance to park but really a load of fun. Get out, see stuff.
But there is some chance that you have Han Shan Barbie, as there was some chaos with the shipping department in the mid-Sixties that has regrettably had long term implications for a small number of Laborers. If you are frequently transcending your previous work and making handsome use of the RABDH amenities and you still do not feel completely located, successful and at peace, please find Ken and examine the small of his back. If he has a small tattoo that says either Big Stick or Pickup, and if you have repeatedly noticed his absence during parties only to find him huddled next to the convertible shivering and looking dreamily at the sky, then you should stop calling him 'Ken'. You probably have the Cold Mountain Barbie Dream House. The CMBDH is a totally different cup of tea.
Don't panic. Mattel has PDF files of the major Taoist literature available, and they'll even send out a representative if needed (although they smell odd and frighten children). The main thing you need to know if you have the CMBDH is that it actually is a dream, and should not be regarded as a set of objective facts. Learn to look at it in soft focus until your Dream House begins to resemble a cave with foliage hanging across the entrance. Allow rain and wind free access. Build a fire in the living room and keep it stoked up pretty good for a couple weeks. Squat more. So important, so important.
There are also a small number of Soviet Era Dream Houses still in circulation.
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