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I am wasting my time watching French 12 year-olds on YouTube lip-synch to hip-hop remakes of 1960s pop songs. Is this worse than being a guttered drunk? Nobody ever notices the cries for help from people too arrogant to submit to the cliché ones. (As a monk, I don't drink.) Damn you mass culture for limiting our symbolic vocabulary! Or maybe the vocabulary just hasn't yet caught up with culture. I don't want to cut myself up. I might get an infection.
I'm working on my feminist SF short story. I have symbolism, character development, conflict, and literary prose far beyond the stars (Whose book was that?), but it refuses to structure itself into a plot-driven narrative. But it will be finished today, even if that means writing myself into the story with a shotgun just to kill them all so I can get it turned in before the end of the semester. That's not a very good ending, though.
Does anybody remember the Romanian pop song by O-Zone from four or five years ago? Everybody loved it and then hated it. Then they found out just how stupid and meaningless the lyrics were, and we all wished that it had just stayed in Romanian. They were more meaningful before we understood what they were.
I'm working on my feminist SF short story. I have symbolism, character development, conflict, and literary prose far beyond the stars (Whose book was that?), but it refuses to structure itself into a plot-driven narrative. But it will be finished today, even if that means writing myself into the story with a shotgun just to kill them all so I can get it turned in before the end of the semester. That's not a very good ending, though.
Does anybody remember the Romanian pop song by O-Zone from four or five years ago? Everybody loved it and then hated it. Then they found out just how stupid and meaningless the lyrics were, and we all wished that it had just stayed in Romanian. They were more meaningful before we understood what they were.