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nolawitch58So far, today has been productive. Pete and I got a printer working to give to David. That will let him continue to use the computer to write and edit his work and to bring copies to the writers' group. I also found a laser printer for Pete on Craigslist. He's going to snag it this afternoon.
I'm thinking about culling my friendslist down considerable as I'm spending too much time reading it every day and not enough on my work. I'm probably going to ditch out of a few communities because although they are fascinating, they also distract me entirely too much.
The car runs so much better after its repair yesterday at Saturn. They washed it too. No more birdshit for a brief time. I didn't let it go as long as in times past because it needs to be running optimally in case we need to get out of here again.
We watched "The Basketball Diaries" last evening. I think "Trainspotting" would be a good second film to put on that DVD. Jim Carroll's account of his life in New York was harrowing. The scene where they jumped off the cliffs into the East River tripped me out. It also reminded me of George Carlin's rant about how he and his pals were ensured a strong immune system by swimming in the filthy East River as a child.
I had a wonderful massage last night. Scott is an awesome massage therapist. What he does isn't just massage, it's also a lot of energy work. I realized that I've lost a huge chunk of my kinetic energy. I used to resonate with it all the time and it's petered out. That's probably why I'm feeling so run down and mopey. I seriously need to retrieve that golden glow of energy I used to have. Maybe the key is in music. Since he had forgotten his New Age CD, the most mellow thing I had to play was "The Best of the Doors" on tape.
The Doors are classic for a reason. Most of their music didn't fit into the pop/rock mold. It was innovative and defied pigeonholing. Truly what other rock stars of any time had or have the cojones to cover a Kurt Weill song? None of the current crop I'd wager. And music has hit a sucky interlude again. Nothing good is really coming out. There are no bands like Pearl Jam or Alice in Chains or Rage Against the Machine. Emo doesn't inspire me to anything other than slapping the shit out of the band members. They're accomplishing nothing that the Cure and Depeche Mode didn't do first and better. Pop makes me want to puke. There appears to be a void left for the next vapid vagina since Britney decided to revert to her trailer trash roots and spawn. Not that I really care because anything that appeals to the average sixteen-year-old girl is beyond lame. I didn't really like the pablum available in my day. While those girls around me were crushing on teenyboppers such as Donny Osmond, I was infatuated with Alice. No one in the subsequent generation is taking up the mantle. These brats seemingly have no passions. They don't protest. They don't do anything except whine all emo. My generation has raised a pile of lamers.
Enough rambling. I'm going to see if I can get anything else worthwhile done.
I'm thinking about culling my friendslist down considerable as I'm spending too much time reading it every day and not enough on my work. I'm probably going to ditch out of a few communities because although they are fascinating, they also distract me entirely too much.
The car runs so much better after its repair yesterday at Saturn. They washed it too. No more birdshit for a brief time. I didn't let it go as long as in times past because it needs to be running optimally in case we need to get out of here again.
We watched "The Basketball Diaries" last evening. I think "Trainspotting" would be a good second film to put on that DVD. Jim Carroll's account of his life in New York was harrowing. The scene where they jumped off the cliffs into the East River tripped me out. It also reminded me of George Carlin's rant about how he and his pals were ensured a strong immune system by swimming in the filthy East River as a child.
I had a wonderful massage last night. Scott is an awesome massage therapist. What he does isn't just massage, it's also a lot of energy work. I realized that I've lost a huge chunk of my kinetic energy. I used to resonate with it all the time and it's petered out. That's probably why I'm feeling so run down and mopey. I seriously need to retrieve that golden glow of energy I used to have. Maybe the key is in music. Since he had forgotten his New Age CD, the most mellow thing I had to play was "The Best of the Doors" on tape.
The Doors are classic for a reason. Most of their music didn't fit into the pop/rock mold. It was innovative and defied pigeonholing. Truly what other rock stars of any time had or have the cojones to cover a Kurt Weill song? None of the current crop I'd wager. And music has hit a sucky interlude again. Nothing good is really coming out. There are no bands like Pearl Jam or Alice in Chains or Rage Against the Machine. Emo doesn't inspire me to anything other than slapping the shit out of the band members. They're accomplishing nothing that the Cure and Depeche Mode didn't do first and better. Pop makes me want to puke. There appears to be a void left for the next vapid vagina since Britney decided to revert to her trailer trash roots and spawn. Not that I really care because anything that appeals to the average sixteen-year-old girl is beyond lame. I didn't really like the pablum available in my day. While those girls around me were crushing on teenyboppers such as Donny Osmond, I was infatuated with Alice. No one in the subsequent generation is taking up the mantle. These brats seemingly have no passions. They don't protest. They don't do anything except whine all emo. My generation has raised a pile of lamers.
Enough rambling. I'm going to see if I can get anything else worthwhile done.
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Date: 2006-08-13 10:01 pm (UTC)Just a suggestion.
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:03 am (UTC)Actually, I blame the music industry. Emo is popular, and popular sells. However, like the banner in my high school library said, "What's popular isn't always right. What's right isn't always popular." The recording companies aren't willing to sign 1 good band when they have 10 shitty emo bands that they know will sell records.
In other news, Slayer has a new album out. :D
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Date: 2006-08-14 01:02 pm (UTC)And it's a 20-year cycle for pop culture, if you haven't noticed, and we're in a 2nd generation loop from the 60's - so it's derivative of something that was already derivative.
And the powers that be have a lot vested in keeping the masses quiet. And if whiny pablum music is going to help, that's what we're going to be fed. And no, the new generations doesn't protest. They've been beaten into conformity by 12 years of public education designed to beat them into conformity. We've learned that brainwashing thing quite well. Plus this new generation has quite the entitlement attitude about them. Maybe their parents should have stopped wiping their asses once they got out of diapers.
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Date: 2006-08-14 09:17 pm (UTC)Did you really mean that about a spell? I have a feeling that it could be really useful.
Re: Totally off topic
Date: 2006-08-15 02:49 am (UTC)