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Today I read for the first time in a while--all through a story, without major interruption. Stella the puppy was a minor interruption, I think. In the mail: a biography of Harry Harlow, then maybe "How the Mind Works." Because I don't know.
Sometimes it's unpleasant to think about why I behave as I do. That is to say: for the wrong reasons, in general. Considering my stance on morality, friendship, love, etc. Maybe it's vestigial irony from way-back. World-weariness is maybe as much a fashion (gimmick) as the rest of my affectations. I feel I've calculated all the wide-eyedness out of things. This reminds me: I should read (reread?) Dawkins. To top up wonderment.
I read another story out of "Death in Venice." Speaking of unpleasantness. I mean.
Lately I've been wondering if I'd skip out if unlikely schemes pan out. That's not a contingency I need to be prepared for, and I'm not, but. It's a good thing I won't have to decide. To disambiguate. Let's say we strike it rich. Financial independence, thanks much. Would I follow through with--
Well, anything?
There's an edge of elipsis slipping into this--bathos, I mean. I trail off, as in person, online.
Current self-portraits: Bill Murray, on the porch, with carrot (Rushmore). Bill Murray, in the elevator, with cigarettes (Rushmore). Denis Hopper, out the sunroof, with trumpet (The Secret Lives of Dentists).
Current music: Minor Thing (Red Hot Chili Peppers).
Sometimes it's unpleasant to think about why I behave as I do. That is to say: for the wrong reasons, in general. Considering my stance on morality, friendship, love, etc. Maybe it's vestigial irony from way-back. World-weariness is maybe as much a fashion (gimmick) as the rest of my affectations. I feel I've calculated all the wide-eyedness out of things. This reminds me: I should read (reread?) Dawkins. To top up wonderment.
I read another story out of "Death in Venice." Speaking of unpleasantness. I mean.
Lately I've been wondering if I'd skip out if unlikely schemes pan out. That's not a contingency I need to be prepared for, and I'm not, but. It's a good thing I won't have to decide. To disambiguate. Let's say we strike it rich. Financial independence, thanks much. Would I follow through with--
Well, anything?
There's an edge of elipsis slipping into this--bathos, I mean. I trail off, as in person, online.
Current self-portraits: Bill Murray, on the porch, with carrot (Rushmore). Bill Murray, in the elevator, with cigarettes (Rushmore). Denis Hopper, out the sunroof, with trumpet (The Secret Lives of Dentists).
Current music: Minor Thing (Red Hot Chili Peppers).