The worst for me is shopping at those big warehouse stores like Costco, not sure if you that sort of thing over yonder. Ya have to pay close attention, especailly if you're pushing one of them big flat bed carts, because folks pop right out in front of you with no warning. I've yet to run one of these idiots over but, the temptation is soooooo strong.

How are you kitten BLUE ?

he-hey! How's you!?

Are both the Red and Grey cats one eyed?

Shopping is only great when you have the money to actually get anything, or see anything you actually like. I get all anxious after 30mins of seeing nothing that catches my eye, and then my thoughts turn to me, and what am I doing in here, and the eyes closing in etc.

I really relate to this. Thought I was the only one! Also for me, there is something about not moving yet moving, and in that brief time feeling somehow stuck or trapped like a caged animal? Please tell me I'm not mad!

So nice to see those little pics from your first self photographed set above
They really are so lovely and beautiful. something timeless and contemplative about them too.

So, St. John the Divine... what do ya wanna know babe?

I hate going to the shops,great pics in blue!

i too also hate shopping
all those people spending and spending
gives me the creeps
xoxo t

Yes shopping centres are the new succubi- absolutely soul destroying.
I know, I've worked in them.
What's scary is that most people are complete suckers for the things.
At least you had something more meaningful to do later to keep your brain alive.

I went to a local flee market to get a new battle axe for an upcoming band photoshoot

Looking good as always. I like going to the shops, the prblem is, I hate coming back home with my hands empty which means I must at the very least buy a CD or something bigger whenever I do.

It's not safe for my bank account.

With the recent onset of cold I was compelled to get out there and buy something new, different and warmer. As a result, I got a new pair of... I think they qualify as jeans. And a top that's a cross between a shirt and a jumper. No idea what it's actually called, and I don't care. It's warm, and the collar seems to be designed to be up around my neck, which is just fine by me.

I can't stand to be in those shops for long. Everything seems to be overpriced, and people with nametags keep hovering on the edge of my vision, waiting to piss me off. Stay behind the counter, dammit, I'll come to you when I've had enough.

I assume if I read previous entries, I'd learn more of those cats. First impression is that they had a big fight and agreed to a draw.

pirate cats!

so what did saint john have to say?

i hate shopping!! cool cats..

Going to the shops, in the throng always reminds me of this from The Wasteland by T.S.Eliot

One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

I'm really into phenomenology and I think nothing represents the feeling of alienation more than going out and feeling distanced and strangely detatched as well as this. It's funny, traditionally in philosophy we work with this subject/object distinction - we're ourselves, in our own heads, and all others are somehow out there and other. This is how traditional philosophy teaches us to think, from Descartes.

The irony is, the problem is much more subtle and much more severe. The problem is not do others have minds and all that analytic abstraction, it is much more acute. Rather, we are constructed through our experience; chairs, rooms, music, the memories of a place and time, we are constantly immersed in the meaning of our environments and constructed through those meanings. It is through this immersion in life that we construct our own identity.

The hard part is not some analytic cartesian scepticism of whether other minds exist or not, but when the world around us does not represent us, does not carry meaning, when we do not find ourselves reflected in that world, that things become a problem. In a shopping mall, or some bullshit store. And when the environment that we are immersed in, that offers us all sense of our meaning becomes the very problem itself it is far greater than a piece of abstracted analytic philosophy.

I think this part of the wasteland gets to this; the sense of being lost in the real world - in this case it's commuters in London.

Well, that's my two penneth on that. But shopping! - it is such an alienating experience!

Anyways, there's always Neurosis Enjoy

Also, the Wasteland has my favourite beginning to any poem

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

How good is that?

I personally like wandering about the mall, even if it's just people-watching.

-TM