I Refuse to Read Bukowski on Principle
It's my least favorite name drop. Modest Mouse just shuffled on to that particular track and it made me shudder a bit. But on the other hand...well you just gotta name drop sometimes. Send out a feeler like, "who else is into this? Did you all know I'm into this? I'm the shit, I'm into this."
Here's a quote from Newsweek:
"One MySpace exec has even surprised himself by friending a potato. This particular russet has 2,965 friends."
Awesome.
Every time an emotional song comes on I automatically start tearing up, like Staralfur (the song in The Life Aquatic as the something-shark-fish swims over everyone in the submarine) or the instrumentals from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. There's a lot of inexpressible kindness in me that I guess can only be exercised through music. Classical and opera really gets me too...like the chord progression at the end of the A section of the first movement of Georges Bizet's L'Arlesiane suite (spelling's wrong, i know). It's been quite some time since honors Music Theory in high school so I can't really identify it but it's so satisfying to hear.
Now, here's a touchy subject. At BLB for bowling the other night, I was at the podium paying my bill and this group of three at the table behind me were talking about something and then this guy says,"...that's like giving a fat person a salad..." and then it got quiet and awkward, and the guy was like "oh shit" and the other two were kind of tittering and I knew it was because I was a fat person to them. I wouldn't have thought anything of it. I like salad for fuck's sake! There's a such a disconnect between my mind and my body that my size gets away from me and I don't think about it. Whenever I really see myself I'm always disgusted and horrified and fall into a deep depression until my mind wanders on to something else. It sucks because no one knows I'm awesome right off the bat. That's all people see and that's fine because it's just how people appraise each other; the outside in. I get it, I do it too. My conscious mind doesn't sync up with my sub-conscious mind, which is where the reasons for the need to cope and the why to cope that way reside. It's just a really bizarre place to be. I think I'm just waiting for all the excess to just shed at some point and leave me be.
So with that in mind, I really should identify as a pear, since that's how I'm shaped. Such extreme proportions...
Here's a quote from Newsweek:
"One MySpace exec has even surprised himself by friending a potato. This particular russet has 2,965 friends."
Awesome.
Every time an emotional song comes on I automatically start tearing up, like Staralfur (the song in The Life Aquatic as the something-shark-fish swims over everyone in the submarine) or the instrumentals from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. There's a lot of inexpressible kindness in me that I guess can only be exercised through music. Classical and opera really gets me too...like the chord progression at the end of the A section of the first movement of Georges Bizet's L'Arlesiane suite (spelling's wrong, i know). It's been quite some time since honors Music Theory in high school so I can't really identify it but it's so satisfying to hear.
Now, here's a touchy subject. At BLB for bowling the other night, I was at the podium paying my bill and this group of three at the table behind me were talking about something and then this guy says,"...that's like giving a fat person a salad..." and then it got quiet and awkward, and the guy was like "oh shit" and the other two were kind of tittering and I knew it was because I was a fat person to them. I wouldn't have thought anything of it. I like salad for fuck's sake! There's a such a disconnect between my mind and my body that my size gets away from me and I don't think about it. Whenever I really see myself I'm always disgusted and horrified and fall into a deep depression until my mind wanders on to something else. It sucks because no one knows I'm awesome right off the bat. That's all people see and that's fine because it's just how people appraise each other; the outside in. I get it, I do it too. My conscious mind doesn't sync up with my sub-conscious mind, which is where the reasons for the need to cope and the why to cope that way reside. It's just a really bizarre place to be. I think I'm just waiting for all the excess to just shed at some point and leave me be.
So with that in mind, I really should identify as a pear, since that's how I'm shaped. Such extreme proportions...