wednesday morning, right?
So, I'm a weirdo. But we all knew that, right? I set my alarm for 3am because that's when Morning Edition comes on, and I wanted to listen (I got nothing else better to do). Why? Oh, because I went to bed in what is easily the earliest time I've gone to bed in about a month: I went to bed at 1am. It's weird to think of all the times in my life where 1am has seemed insanely late; but when your bedtime in the past couple weeks has been, oh, 4 or 5 am (6 am for one three day stretch), 1am suddenly becomes waaaaaaaay too early. How odd.
But why does this matter? It doesn't, really. But it does provide me with, what I feel, is an amusing anecdote. When I travel (and yes, going home is travelling), I often pack far too much. Since friday, my room has looked like a disaster area. In addition to needing the seasonal maintence it usually needs, my room was also stacked with books and piles of papers that needed to be sorted. Well, the mess has been consolidated, and some trash has been thrown away, but a lot of waste remains, unfortunately. I need to work on cleaning more. But that's not the point. The point is, about half an hour ago, I sighed contentedly (the room does look much better) and then though "FUCK! It's practically time for Brian [my brother in law] to get off work!" I looked at the clock. 10:30 AM, NOT 3PM. Not even PM. :-) [Brian, for the record, gets off at 5pm; I thought it was close to 5, and yes, damnit, 3 is close to 5].
That, my friends, is also a two paragraph explanation for something that anyone else I know would have been able to say in 2 or 3 sentences. As was kindly pointed out by one of my best friends, I often have a knack for discussing absurd details at length without any substance; however, I have always felt that substance is derived from the absurd details.
Why do people get angry when I delve into absurd details? I thought life was about the details?
Personally, and I know this may be ironic, but I've always preferred the big picture. I don't like being an atomized western man. But, that's life. Every compartment, to be dealt with individually. The trick is, I don't know which compartment to deal with. EVERYTHING needs to be dealt with. I mean, do I call my sister? do I continue cleaning? Do I read? Do I write? Do I listen to Talk of the Nation? Oh, definitely the latter. But I also need a haircut....and to compile that list of things to do....fuck it.
Aside from Morning Edition, I really am into Morning Edition. Apparently, however, I have been so out of the loop that Neal Conan is not hosting it right now. :/ That's troubling.
Anyways, I need to do something productive. I think.
I wish I had some sort of cute send-off, like "olives" or something. But, I just don't. I can't use "farewell" and "see you later" is so...trite.
Keep on rockin' in the free world. That'll have to do for now. Sorry, Neil.
p.s. why does it seem that when I follow the news people die? or maybe I'm just prone to hearing those stories? RIP, Peter Boyle.
But why does this matter? It doesn't, really. But it does provide me with, what I feel, is an amusing anecdote. When I travel (and yes, going home is travelling), I often pack far too much. Since friday, my room has looked like a disaster area. In addition to needing the seasonal maintence it usually needs, my room was also stacked with books and piles of papers that needed to be sorted. Well, the mess has been consolidated, and some trash has been thrown away, but a lot of waste remains, unfortunately. I need to work on cleaning more. But that's not the point. The point is, about half an hour ago, I sighed contentedly (the room does look much better) and then though "FUCK! It's practically time for Brian [my brother in law] to get off work!" I looked at the clock. 10:30 AM, NOT 3PM. Not even PM. :-) [Brian, for the record, gets off at 5pm; I thought it was close to 5, and yes, damnit, 3 is close to 5].
That, my friends, is also a two paragraph explanation for something that anyone else I know would have been able to say in 2 or 3 sentences. As was kindly pointed out by one of my best friends, I often have a knack for discussing absurd details at length without any substance; however, I have always felt that substance is derived from the absurd details.
Why do people get angry when I delve into absurd details? I thought life was about the details?
Personally, and I know this may be ironic, but I've always preferred the big picture. I don't like being an atomized western man. But, that's life. Every compartment, to be dealt with individually. The trick is, I don't know which compartment to deal with. EVERYTHING needs to be dealt with. I mean, do I call my sister? do I continue cleaning? Do I read? Do I write? Do I listen to Talk of the Nation? Oh, definitely the latter. But I also need a haircut....and to compile that list of things to do....fuck it.
Aside from Morning Edition, I really am into Morning Edition. Apparently, however, I have been so out of the loop that Neal Conan is not hosting it right now. :/ That's troubling.
Anyways, I need to do something productive. I think.
I wish I had some sort of cute send-off, like "olives" or something. But, I just don't. I can't use "farewell" and "see you later" is so...trite.
Keep on rockin' in the free world. That'll have to do for now. Sorry, Neil.
p.s. why does it seem that when I follow the news people die? or maybe I'm just prone to hearing those stories? RIP, Peter Boyle.