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So, I'm sitting in my front doorway, typing on my NEW dell latitude laptop. To quote the immortal Ferris Bueller, "If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up... It is so choice." Actually, it was a graduation present. So yeah, I'm sitting in my doorway, because the latitude has wireless internet capabilities, thus I'm being lecherous and mooching off of the affluent air. Even the air in River Hill drips capital.
So I feel pretty authentic, typing on my little laptop, like I should drive over to Barnes and Noble in all black, and set up my camp in their Starbucks cafe, for no reason but to possess the image of a dark intellectual. Of course, I could care less what IMAGE I have.. And it's not like I have any official writing assignments. I really want to write for the paper in college, just so I can dabble in more analytical forms of writing. Because, in my opinion, most of the newspaper pieces I read are stuffy and unnecessarily dry. Reporters need to be more creative. So, wouldn't the merging of the fiction writer with the journalist yield something sublime? Eh, I don't know what I'm talking about... just rambling.
In other news, my musical obsession of the day is the late Jeff Buckley. R.I.P. genius. His songs "Last Goodye" and "Grace" give me chills, especially "Grace." I think they may be an acquired sound, though. I find myself, more and more, gravitating towards dead musicians. As if their death enhances their music. I like that noone can damage their sound. The musician is deceased, not the sound. And that spurs some aesthetic pleasure. True, there is a morbidity, but come ON, it's me they're dealing with.
So I feel pretty authentic, typing on my little laptop, like I should drive over to Barnes and Noble in all black, and set up my camp in their Starbucks cafe, for no reason but to possess the image of a dark intellectual. Of course, I could care less what IMAGE I have.. And it's not like I have any official writing assignments. I really want to write for the paper in college, just so I can dabble in more analytical forms of writing. Because, in my opinion, most of the newspaper pieces I read are stuffy and unnecessarily dry. Reporters need to be more creative. So, wouldn't the merging of the fiction writer with the journalist yield something sublime? Eh, I don't know what I'm talking about... just rambling.
In other news, my musical obsession of the day is the late Jeff Buckley. R.I.P. genius. His songs "Last Goodye" and "Grace" give me chills, especially "Grace." I think they may be an acquired sound, though. I find myself, more and more, gravitating towards dead musicians. As if their death enhances their music. I like that noone can damage their sound. The musician is deceased, not the sound. And that spurs some aesthetic pleasure. True, there is a morbidity, but come ON, it's me they're dealing with.