My Dark Ages: snippets of unrelated thoughts
Yes, I regret to say that I'm still in the Dark Ages of brain hibernation Creative initiatives and intellectual workouts are just not happening. I wish I could write an inspirational poem or short story, but nothing is coming to me. Maybe it's because I'm not inspired myself. It's an era of primitivism. Well... maybe primitivism is not the right word, but as I said, since my brain isn't functioning under optimal conditions, I obviously can't make the appropriate word choices either.
I just watched the first episode of a new anime, Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun. It makes me depressed. Shoujo anime in general makes me depressed. What are the chances anyone is going to meet someone who is a half autistic genius who would fall in love with someone for a tiny bit of honesty and kindness? Actually, that aside, it's just depressing that I'm 19 and I'm watching shoujo anime. No, it's probably more the fact that it's midnight and I'm watching an anime. Maybe it was a text or a conversation. Whatever the reason is, I'm just depressed.
I'm not bored I'm just an escapist - but I googled "best movies of all time" so I have something to do on the 5 hour train ride on Saturday. I saw Le Destin Fabuleux d'Amelie Poulain and yelped. Personally I think Jeux d'Enfants is better but both of them are spectacular movies. I wonder if I can find other French movies that are similar. Moving on... I saw The Lives of Others on the list and immediately thought of George Orwell's 1984. Since it's also set in 1984, it's almost a critique of Orwell's dystopian society. Mental note: I NEED TO READ 1984.
While under increasing pressure to learn substantially difficult contemporary pieces, my musical yearnings are becoming less rampant too. Part is losing his effect on me. Brahms still feeds me but is becoming a distant dream. Bach is somewhere in my prelife. I went to a chamber concert yesterday and actually thoroughly enjoyed Takemitsu's Rocking Mirror Daybreak. Maybe all the contemporary music playing is getting it in my ear or maybe Takemitsu's just not as atonal as the local composers we're working with. But I mean OSM's concertmaster and associate principal are just such good players and Le Place des Arts' newly renovated hall is just tweaked with such perfection that all the nuances are carried out. I was actually spacing out during Beethoven's quintet. Had a little identity crisis there.
My asymmetrical skirt arrived. It's actually a greyish purple colour than the coffee colour that eBay told me. As I expected, it matches perfectly with my white oxford heels from Japan. Yes, I'm gaining the satisfaction of a consumer. Yes I'm playing the game of buying things to match my wardrobe. Yes it's a complete waste of money and a submission into extravagant consumerism. This is why I call it the Dark Ages.
My left eyeball is actually burning like mad.
I just watched the first episode of a new anime, Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun. It makes me depressed. Shoujo anime in general makes me depressed. What are the chances anyone is going to meet someone who is a half autistic genius who would fall in love with someone for a tiny bit of honesty and kindness? Actually, that aside, it's just depressing that I'm 19 and I'm watching shoujo anime. No, it's probably more the fact that it's midnight and I'm watching an anime. Maybe it was a text or a conversation. Whatever the reason is, I'm just depressed.
I'm not bored I'm just an escapist - but I googled "best movies of all time" so I have something to do on the 5 hour train ride on Saturday. I saw Le Destin Fabuleux d'Amelie Poulain and yelped. Personally I think Jeux d'Enfants is better but both of them are spectacular movies. I wonder if I can find other French movies that are similar. Moving on... I saw The Lives of Others on the list and immediately thought of George Orwell's 1984. Since it's also set in 1984, it's almost a critique of Orwell's dystopian society. Mental note: I NEED TO READ 1984.
While under increasing pressure to learn substantially difficult contemporary pieces, my musical yearnings are becoming less rampant too. Part is losing his effect on me. Brahms still feeds me but is becoming a distant dream. Bach is somewhere in my prelife. I went to a chamber concert yesterday and actually thoroughly enjoyed Takemitsu's Rocking Mirror Daybreak. Maybe all the contemporary music playing is getting it in my ear or maybe Takemitsu's just not as atonal as the local composers we're working with. But I mean OSM's concertmaster and associate principal are just such good players and Le Place des Arts' newly renovated hall is just tweaked with such perfection that all the nuances are carried out. I was actually spacing out during Beethoven's quintet. Had a little identity crisis there.
My asymmetrical skirt arrived. It's actually a greyish purple colour than the coffee colour that eBay told me. As I expected, it matches perfectly with my white oxford heels from Japan. Yes, I'm gaining the satisfaction of a consumer. Yes I'm playing the game of buying things to match my wardrobe. Yes it's a complete waste of money and a submission into extravagant consumerism. This is why I call it the Dark Ages.
My left eyeball is actually burning like mad.