Hermits
Rain is an extraordinary impediment to individuals without cars. I am afraid I do not have the luxury to brave the rain as classes require that I do not flood the drafting desk. All movement is slowed to a walking pace. A hectic lifestyle does not abet my predicament. I am frustrated with mother nature's timing.
Frustrated is actually a pretty good choice of word for my present state of mind. I have been inextricably overcome by work and school. I exist only as a traveling hermit of sorts. I wander the streets completing tasks so that I can return to a safe place of sorts and delve into study materials. I believe I accidentally committed social suicide. My ipod has become one of the only sources of entertainment as it goes everywhere and does not impede the completion of tasks. I am one of the few people who actually require those 40 gigs to store my musical collection. oh, how glorious a break would be from the banality of Savannah life. On the upside, the extensive studying has rendered me a temporary expert of sorts in sound based architecture and large scale installation and exhibition. Knowledge I am certain will benefit me in some way far into the future. That and my short-term memory retention has improved dramatically.
Do you remember The Oder from the Cremaster series? That somewhat masonic retelling of the construction of the chrysler building as told by Mathew Barney. I decided to watch it again as it pertains in a sort of a highly theoretic way to my project. I figured the entire ten hour series was unnecesary to my thesis, plus that is just too much Barney in one stint. I always argue with myself after watching that movie as there are many aspects that i find questionable in his performance. Its playing right now in the background in case you were wondering why I brought the subject up in the first place.
I wish this rain would cease.
"We simultaneously defy and enforce physics. We’re the mumbling in your head while you’re crunching the numbers. We’re the apparitions, ticks, gut-wrenching suspicion, and glee too. We’re the reason you rolled a nineteen for charisma, the cat’s meow, your least favorite aunt. Touch us and we’ll touch you. Watch us and we’ll watch you. You once tried to call us and the line was busy, but that was actually just us making busy signal noises with our mouths. If you would have called back we would have cooked you some pasta. What you’re looking for right now is going to evade you forever. Fish don’t speak, but squirrels do. It all depends on your longitude. You should start from the beginning, but ignore the prequels. We like minimalism, broken robots, granny smith apples, sneakers, and the mundane. We like make-believe vampires but the real ones scare us. We don’t care too much for your boss and the fact that you’re starting to resemble her. You should work on that. You’ll find us very reasonable if you just give us a chance. You can paint us by numbers. You can tell us to your shrink. You can consume us up to three times daily but you shouldn’t ever exceed twelve doses in a four day period, unless you have a note from your mother. We definitely detest mom jokes: seriously. we don’t need to be reminded of what we resemble. We named ourselves after midwestern dairy queen civility. We usually involve a variety of livestock running rampantly around. We think sideways motorcycle helmets are all the rage now that sideways trucker’s hats are out. We are live, fleshy human beings attempting to recreate these sounds in real-life. We put out our own records. we speak in binary code. We’re in the market fro an A-team van. We strive for muzak and custom made slip n’ slides. We write under pseudonyms. We play for keeps. Our grass is always greenest. Our hair is unkempt"
In conclusion, my dog has fleas. I am sad for him.
Frustrated is actually a pretty good choice of word for my present state of mind. I have been inextricably overcome by work and school. I exist only as a traveling hermit of sorts. I wander the streets completing tasks so that I can return to a safe place of sorts and delve into study materials. I believe I accidentally committed social suicide. My ipod has become one of the only sources of entertainment as it goes everywhere and does not impede the completion of tasks. I am one of the few people who actually require those 40 gigs to store my musical collection. oh, how glorious a break would be from the banality of Savannah life. On the upside, the extensive studying has rendered me a temporary expert of sorts in sound based architecture and large scale installation and exhibition. Knowledge I am certain will benefit me in some way far into the future. That and my short-term memory retention has improved dramatically.
Do you remember The Oder from the Cremaster series? That somewhat masonic retelling of the construction of the chrysler building as told by Mathew Barney. I decided to watch it again as it pertains in a sort of a highly theoretic way to my project. I figured the entire ten hour series was unnecesary to my thesis, plus that is just too much Barney in one stint. I always argue with myself after watching that movie as there are many aspects that i find questionable in his performance. Its playing right now in the background in case you were wondering why I brought the subject up in the first place.
I wish this rain would cease.
"We simultaneously defy and enforce physics. We’re the mumbling in your head while you’re crunching the numbers. We’re the apparitions, ticks, gut-wrenching suspicion, and glee too. We’re the reason you rolled a nineteen for charisma, the cat’s meow, your least favorite aunt. Touch us and we’ll touch you. Watch us and we’ll watch you. You once tried to call us and the line was busy, but that was actually just us making busy signal noises with our mouths. If you would have called back we would have cooked you some pasta. What you’re looking for right now is going to evade you forever. Fish don’t speak, but squirrels do. It all depends on your longitude. You should start from the beginning, but ignore the prequels. We like minimalism, broken robots, granny smith apples, sneakers, and the mundane. We like make-believe vampires but the real ones scare us. We don’t care too much for your boss and the fact that you’re starting to resemble her. You should work on that. You’ll find us very reasonable if you just give us a chance. You can paint us by numbers. You can tell us to your shrink. You can consume us up to three times daily but you shouldn’t ever exceed twelve doses in a four day period, unless you have a note from your mother. We definitely detest mom jokes: seriously. we don’t need to be reminded of what we resemble. We named ourselves after midwestern dairy queen civility. We usually involve a variety of livestock running rampantly around. We think sideways motorcycle helmets are all the rage now that sideways trucker’s hats are out. We are live, fleshy human beings attempting to recreate these sounds in real-life. We put out our own records. we speak in binary code. We’re in the market fro an A-team van. We strive for muzak and custom made slip n’ slides. We write under pseudonyms. We play for keeps. Our grass is always greenest. Our hair is unkempt"
In conclusion, my dog has fleas. I am sad for him.