Your So Carfree
14 December 1998
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7:15 PM: Damn it, that was a perfectly good half cup of coffee, too. I was only trying to hot it up for me. A suitably micro ambition, no? No. Because only after the cream is irrevocably on its way do I see that it is moving in big stinky clots and nooooooooo! but it's too late. All because nimrods can't shut refrigerator doors. A conspiracy. I'm not fooled, I see the small signs. I'm not afraid.
I really like it when young gentlemen leave their little scats on the site here, attempting to be insulting I guess, saying "This site is so gay". Hey, what happened to that hip new young digital generation, who "don't merely embrace tolerance as an ideal; they are inherently tolerant." Except when not. AOL is such a happy place!
Feh. Barbarians, the lot of you. When I get the Bomb, well, then we'll see who dances and who gets the comfortable seat, you wait and see.
9:24: People here were ragging on the new Beck CD because it was too Beatlesy. "Maybe he thought 'I'll make an album that's so Beatles that it'll be wacky!" I think "Beatles" represents "not-wacky" there. I don't really know, since I was eavesdropping on all of this, but I don't see why I should let a lack of facts get in the way of my generalizations. It does have something of a Beatles touch to it, this Mutations, but I think that's mostly because it's largely acoustic, has weird production values on some songs, and sounds like it was written by people whose minds were visiting other places. A broad category in Our Times, I'm sure you would agree. If you think the album is boring because it's too slow and mellow, jeez, just say so. Everything doesn't always have to have a critical architecture to hang from. I've always hated that attitude that rejects anything that becomes too successful.
It's really weird to listen to this jazz radio station, by contrast, and realize how much is from the 30s, 40s, and 50s - yet it's hardly "out of date", it's all part of a gigantic conversation that's still going on right now. Odd that a style of music so dependent on improvisation, on the irretrievable moment, should end up being so much less ephemeral than the other popular music around it. Of course, that could just be because it's better.
10:02: This is getting kind of lame lately, isn't it? Well, holidays or something I suppose. Maybe it'll be interesting in retrospect. Like in 100 years. I have to warn, you, too, that I can feel a general preoccupation with mortality coming on due to Round Number Birthday Syndrome. Last time I hit one of these, at 30, my dad died, I lost my mind, broke up with the woman I now am pretty sure was It, got married, and got separated again, all before the year was through. Then I fell over. This time I don't think it'll be so dramatic, I don't have the energy or the opportunities. I'd never go so far as to say I was smarter, that's surely begging for it. Differently stupid. Maybe I'll, oh I don't know, spend way too much at Amazon.Com or something.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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