All right, Aight, boys and boyos. All's well? Same, same. I seem to be sleeping a lot.
(There is a geometry problem that I have been unable to solve for literally 6 years now. This is what I do with my free time.)
Also:
Macs are great for boredom.
Ample time for nostalgia. It strikes me that I've always appreciated a narrative gimmick-- even before my first Charlie Kaufman movie and more recently than my playwriting class. My favorite/own fictions/relationships always value form over content-- which is not to suggest that form is not a type of content, but instead that I am detached from "straightforward" emotion. Shucks.
(This, of course, is the root of my disingenuity. Social structures take precedence over the desire to sob/scream "I hate you"/"I love you". Then again, sobbing and screaming only have social meanings.)
Songs of the Day:
Someone Great- LCD Soundsystem <-- just bought Sound of Silver, and it is amazing. A techno album about moving past teenagerdom = yes.
Fear No Pain- Willy Manson <-- Emma introduced me to this guy. I uploaded this song to a lame site, but it's worth the effort to download it. Beautiful.
The Devil Never Sleeps- Iron and Wine <-- Always liked this guy's music, and always wanted to sing like him. I'm glad he got a band-- this is that much more fun because of it.
No job as of yet, but I do have a bike, and a house, and a girl. Oxford in t-minus 7 weeks. Come visit before I leave:
64 Henich Lane
Hillsdale, NY
(P.S. Adulthood in T-minus question mark?)