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:: Saturday, April 06, 2002 :: I left the cabinet door unlocked, the kids got a hold of my magnum opus...I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt... Miss Sarah left last week and I haven't had the urge to run get her or even get out of bed...so instead... hey go to the store and buy beer. PBR in a bottle. I didnt know there were such wonderous things in the world, but there is much I don't know. Standing in line I see Lorelai on the cover of some girl mag... so to the embaressment of those around me I did what any self respecting guy would do... I jumped up and down for a good five minutes pleading for my dad to buy it for me. Untill I realized I had come by myself and would have to make the all important 2 dollar question on my own. ANd so I leave the store by 12:20 with my beer...two packs of cookies (I know, the lady at the check-out yelled at me... I believe the exact words were "eweeh cookies and beer?") and a seventeen. pg 44 chic butterfly accessories. pg 94 how to tell mom you had sex. pg 144 Gilmore Girl power (?). I think this is called not studying. I couldn't make these things up if I tried.:: Wednesday, April 03, 2002 :: Why do you hate America so much?:: Monday, April 01, 2002 :: Wheres Nato when they really need to be bombing the fuck out of a rogue nation this conflict has gone on too long. The international community sans the U.S. has said for years that Israel is in violation of international law which is terrorism on a grand scale. Plus sharon's a war criminal from back in the day... there should have been more vocal opposition against him from the start. In the 5th century B.C. there was a rabble-rousing "I don't understand it. They sound like children on teams, more interested in being right than finding truth. I seriously don't get it. These people are children dressed as adults, pretending their grown-up games are more important now that their hair is thinning, or leaving. I wish I could understand, then maybe I don't. I already see solutions invisible to indifferent eyes content in struggle masquerading as a reason to survive. I don't think understanding would help anything, though I don't see how I know not the authenticity of this but as with all quotes I don't really care.....this is funny Bill Clinton will always and forever be my hero I mean like to the point of tears in the eyes when I speak of him to my children... terribly unsucessful liberal (old sense not neo dlc liberal) but a political maverick the likes of we might not get to see for a while. Plus the Right hates him more than they hate me. And when he started debating the definition of is...ah... what else is there in life... The man is smart, witty, and you never ever know when to believe him. It has recently been brought to my attention that motherfucker is in the dictionary. No joke, go see for yourself "...must be in response to the requests for a synonym for "compassionate conservative." (-Bob) That ever important question when looking at the clock at 6 am when you're supposed to get up at 10 am... do I keep trying to sleep or just give up and start my post-spring break as I ended the pre. Exhausted. Hey it adds that special spice to the day you do have to admit. On another...an...other. Hey check that out. Nevermind...on another note the blue ribbon panel I set up to decide the most appropriate plan of action for filling the next 40 years of drab boring and existentially unavoidable angst has come to an interesting breakthrough. I think it had something to do with my creative output and lack of intellectual output over spring break... I successfully wrote 4 songs and got some decent work on that play I begot from the gods and got very little work at all on my research paper because it may be interesting to me but is not enjoyable in the I wanna wanna wanna. What with the only 3 going arguments for the universe leaving me either in a place of perpetual expansion where everything goes black, in a state of stagnant circling, or in one really big crunch... i’m starting to see that improving the educational understanding (for myself and the market of ideas) isn’t the thing that gonna keep me enticed into productively sticking around since my endeavors have always been (or should I say began) in showing “them” that “they” aren’t the “good” people “they” claim “they” are, not in finding how “I” am (cause I’m not) or could better be “good” people...whatever that means. So I go to option...errr wait what am I on now.... e I believe. M.F.A in creative writing, where I get to work on that novel thingy i’ve been thinking about and if it does poorly well I can teach other people to fail miserably doing what they love. And its that economic stability that really is the sticking point, gotta teach something in the end I guess--i’m so not rebellious-- living in someone’s closet just doesn’t seem like “fun” at least knowing my neurotransmitters. I was reading this interview with Michael Chabonearlier and it all kinda fell into place. That smack you upside the head so hard it turns ya purple (purple like the dinosaur not that transparent lollipop purple) and makes you say, “well gee i’ve known that for a while now, why’d it take me so long to admit it to myself”. If I'm gonna go into debt for grad school it should be doing something crazy and stupid and fun(ny) not something that constantly reminds me how crazy stupid and (un)fun(ny) most you people are.
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