9:16pm...far to early for any self-respecting 25 year old to retire to bed, the Olympics are extremely anti-climactic this year, and frankly, I don't feel like reading or studying or thinking. So here I sit to write, I really enjoy writing, I don't feel I have a "flare" for it, but it calms me down. Is blogging writing? For some reason any "writing" that involves "typing" feels cheap to me. Like the generic brand of Raisin Bran I eat every morning...it claims to be the same, but I know the truth. That's kind of weird. I think this stems from my underlying distaste for machinery in general. Letters and journals...give me those any day of the week over a cold computer screen. This is such a useless post, I am sitting here, literally, to waste time, ticking moments off my life and yours, as well, if you are reading this.
Anyway: A run down/update of the last few days:
1. Lost my cell phone AGAIN. great.
2. Find myself in a nesting/homebody mood. I'm not in the mood for the general public AT ALL.
3. Bob Dylan and Merle Haggard are coming to town April7th, if it is humanly possible I will get a ticket, even if it means giving up something trivial, such as eating, until my next pay check.
4. Been enjoying and craving hummus lately. God Bless the Soy Bean, the bean of infinite possibilities.
5. Got a letter from Tyler and Kay today, BEAUTIFUL.
6. I think I'm in a funk because I went home and then had to return to the city. I can't think of 2 places that sit on such opposite ends of the spectrum as Big Bear and Veags.
Sorry this was sooo, blah.
The lyric playing at this very moment, "Wrote you this. I hope you got it safe. It's been so long I don't know what to say. I traveled 'round the deserts on my horse, but jokes aside I want to come back home. You know that night I said I had to go. You said you'd meet me on the sunny road."
5 comments:
oh big bear moments...how beautiful.
I think there is a necessary fear of using technology to do things poetic. I imagine that those who first recorded songs for the radio, decided to use a typewriter, heck...said "you know what, let's do this on one of those new printing presses" all had the same trepidation. It's the same with writing about them too...who wants to sing songs about blogging and internet and such when you can write about envelopes and page-worn journals, and dirt. Someday I imagine it will be poetic just as radios can somehow be poetic now.
Got your letter yesterday, joyous indeed. And the bounty hunter is going on the wall for sure.
i think hummus is made from the chickpea, but who's counting?
well, me, obviously, but i don't think anyone else is.
blogging definitely counts as writing. you're composing words, aren't you? arranging them to make sense? accounting for spelling and grammar? communicating something? see? writing.
i liked your post.
Hamilton, thank you for the correction, I have given undeserved props to the Soy bean. He is only useful to me by way of soy milk. Bad little soy bean.
remember our recent conversation pertaining to a rosie/amber concert...i think we found the perfect one!!! let's talk about this.
rose, i dont know if you have a trader joes by you but their raisen bran is really good and it is only like 2 bucks try it might change the way you view cereal.
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