Music and television, what else?
I've been considering ditching this journal -- closing it up and sticking it in a Target-bought plastic storage bin on the floor of my closet -- and moving into a fresh new journalspace. I've been unable to stop feeling so disconnected from my pre-surgery life. But -- and I know I've said this before -- I am trying to reconnect with my life and the pieces of it that I've neglected.
For example, music. Even with bills to be paid, I've realized it's important to find the funds to regularly treat myself to new music, because it really helps ground me in my essential blackgardenness.
I had to have the new Arcade Fire when it came out, and it's reminded me how reliant I always was on exciting new music. So like everyone else with working ears, I'm completely in love with Neon Bible. I've tried to play other CDs in the last week, but nothing else takes. Always go back to Neon Bible. I play it in the car. I put it on before I go to bed. At work, when all I've got to listen to is soft rock radio, I daydream of "Intervention" to uplift my spirits. I find myself thinking of a time I'd be alone and could slip it into my dad's Bose soundsystem; I fantasize about how amazing it would sound on such a high-quality system, and how exciting it'd be to just lie on the floor with the volume up.
Clearly there is something obsessive about this behavior, but I trust that it'll pass eventually.
Speaking of obsessive, I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow night without Heroes. For the last several weeks, I've actually looked forward to the end of the weekend, because Monday night meant Heroes! The eight o'clock hour on Monday was the longest stretch of time all week. I loved the first half of Heroes' season, but the show has become absolutely obsessable since it returned in January. And now, NBC takes it away and replaces it with an extra hour of Open the Suitcase or Not? Cruel!
Tomorrow, I'll have a story (and pictures) of a dog in socks.
For example, music. Even with bills to be paid, I've realized it's important to find the funds to regularly treat myself to new music, because it really helps ground me in my essential blackgardenness.
I had to have the new Arcade Fire when it came out, and it's reminded me how reliant I always was on exciting new music. So like everyone else with working ears, I'm completely in love with Neon Bible. I've tried to play other CDs in the last week, but nothing else takes. Always go back to Neon Bible. I play it in the car. I put it on before I go to bed. At work, when all I've got to listen to is soft rock radio, I daydream of "Intervention" to uplift my spirits. I find myself thinking of a time I'd be alone and could slip it into my dad's Bose soundsystem; I fantasize about how amazing it would sound on such a high-quality system, and how exciting it'd be to just lie on the floor with the volume up.
Clearly there is something obsessive about this behavior, but I trust that it'll pass eventually.
Speaking of obsessive, I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow night without Heroes. For the last several weeks, I've actually looked forward to the end of the weekend, because Monday night meant Heroes! The eight o'clock hour on Monday was the longest stretch of time all week. I loved the first half of Heroes' season, but the show has become absolutely obsessable since it returned in January. And now, NBC takes it away and replaces it with an extra hour of Open the Suitcase or Not? Cruel!
Tomorrow, I'll have a story (and pictures) of a dog in socks.