I read a little bit more of Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon, and though i am only on page 30 or so, i can tell that this will not be an easy read. pynchon likes to delve into the subconscious of characters and explain thoughts on an almost free flowing basis, which is quite reminiscent of the way James Joyce writes, at least in Ulyseses, and to a lesser extent, reminds me a little of Henry Miller as well. However, i have great admiration for both these writers, and while I have never gotten through a Joyce, I have devoured several millers. I cannot guarantee myself that i will finish this book, but I'm definately going to keep hammering at it. I think if i balance it or offset it with my new Lennon biography i could help ensure my sanity remains at stasis.
I hate to admit to this one, but i've been downloading mass quantities of illegal music. I'm such a criminal, and a petty one at that. but i've just rediscovered gym class heroes, i had heard the songs Cupid's Chokehold ("Take a look at my girlfriend") and Clothes Off!, but I never got that into them at the time i guess, and right now it doesnt feel like it was so long ago, but both songs came out at least 3 or 4 years ago, and i feel like a loser but i'm obsessed with them both now and can't stop listening to them!! i have the 2 tracks on a playlist and its repeated, and i cant wait till stump does another chorus in the vein of these two songs and submits it to the heroes. I cant get enough fall out boy as of late, and have listened to over 400 fall out boy songs (counting duplicates) in just the last 2 weeks. I'm just catching onto to what feels like the tail end of the fall out boy craze as well, i'm always so behind on my musical sensibilities...
~emster
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
f my l
i just want to take a quick second to talk about the weed i've been smoking lately. if i can get a digicam in the near future, i'll take pics of like each bowl before i smoke it or something would be awesome haha, but anyways, this weed that i have now is kinda shabby, but it was only 50, which is weird to say but that means its not good quality. i'd kill someone to have a dank hookup, but the only guy i know who can get anything decent is an arse and i hate communicating with him, even for the sake of getting great bags! f my l!
Scrobble my life
I figured it's about time for another post, it's probably the new school semester that has me in the mood to start doing things again. I've been reading lately, a hobby I had cast aside for quite some time. Of notable mention are the books Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann, Norman's new Lennon bio, and Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow. I am just starting Gravity's rainbow as well as the biography, and got about a quarter through Faustus before it started to get too much for me, but i will definitely
come back to it at a later point in time.
work tonight was one of the best nights in recent times, our manager made a stupid mistake and set our normally really time conscious operation back by 20 minutes, which you'd think would have effected the end time of when we got done 2 hours later, but thanks to my busting ass, we were out at our normal time. i can really do good work when i put my mind to it. it didnt hurt that the person who was assisting me at my job was this gorgeous female who i've never been able to have much contact with because she normally doesnt do the job she was doing tonight.
despite our close proximities, however, i was only able to talk to her a few times. i think both of us are shy, me possibly being the worst, and this will not aid in my ever getting together with her in the future.
it is a Wednesday night, and all my old friends are out for wings and drinking, where i am holding steadfast to my newly adopted lifestyle of hermitage, or the practice of being a hermit, or aka the practice of sitting in one's room on popular social nights, and then bugging people to hang out on the evenings when no one would want to. my school schedule which starts considerably earlier than ever before does not make me want to go out any worse. i've almost sworn off drinking entirely thanks to my new practice, doing so only on rare occasions, which i feel is a double edged sword that makes me proud now, but i feel i might regret the way i've been so anti social in the near or later future, when i think back of how good of times i could have been having otherwise.
but i am reassured by the great Neil Strauss, who admits in his brilliant expose' of the pickup community that he lived much a similar life while in college, and didnt begin to socially blossom until later in his life. this is going to be me.
one thing that makes me nervous about blogging is that i seriously dont want anyone i know in real life to cross link me to this blog! i want to be able to talk about things but i'm afraid a little google search will bring all my closest contacts upon my every waking thought.
i am resolving for this not to be my last post of the week
come back to it at a later point in time.
work tonight was one of the best nights in recent times, our manager made a stupid mistake and set our normally really time conscious operation back by 20 minutes, which you'd think would have effected the end time of when we got done 2 hours later, but thanks to my busting ass, we were out at our normal time. i can really do good work when i put my mind to it. it didnt hurt that the person who was assisting me at my job was this gorgeous female who i've never been able to have much contact with because she normally doesnt do the job she was doing tonight.
despite our close proximities, however, i was only able to talk to her a few times. i think both of us are shy, me possibly being the worst, and this will not aid in my ever getting together with her in the future.
it is a Wednesday night, and all my old friends are out for wings and drinking, where i am holding steadfast to my newly adopted lifestyle of hermitage, or the practice of being a hermit, or aka the practice of sitting in one's room on popular social nights, and then bugging people to hang out on the evenings when no one would want to. my school schedule which starts considerably earlier than ever before does not make me want to go out any worse. i've almost sworn off drinking entirely thanks to my new practice, doing so only on rare occasions, which i feel is a double edged sword that makes me proud now, but i feel i might regret the way i've been so anti social in the near or later future, when i think back of how good of times i could have been having otherwise.
but i am reassured by the great Neil Strauss, who admits in his brilliant expose' of the pickup community that he lived much a similar life while in college, and didnt begin to socially blossom until later in his life. this is going to be me.
one thing that makes me nervous about blogging is that i seriously dont want anyone i know in real life to cross link me to this blog! i want to be able to talk about things but i'm afraid a little google search will bring all my closest contacts upon my every waking thought.
i am resolving for this not to be my last post of the week
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