I used to say that all I really needed in life was a library card. These days I would add a budget of at least $50 a month for music and a subscription to a good music mag (preferably Mojo).
Throw something in there for cigs and booze, too.
I can live damn cheap.
These things are under consideration because, before all too long, I'll be joining the regular working week. Looking for the kinda job that requires a bachelor's degree. Not being constantly broke? I will be graduating sans debt (aside from my loans via the Bank of J-Po...I swear I'll pay that off man, I fucking will). Should be interesting.
Other thoughts:
I was thinking about torture today when it occured to me that torture is almost always limited to two basic groups: pain and humiliation (or more accurately, de-humanization). But one of the worst sensations is also nauseau...I suspect this could be used quite effectively, perhaps through the removal/destruction of the inner ear.
Then it occured to me that I was thinking about torture. So I went and had a snack.
Things've been weird lately. That's all I'm gonna say about it here. One thing's for sure: I need to get the fuck out of St. Paul for awhile. I've got to spend some time in Minneapolis this weekend-probably make it to brekkie for the first time in forever.
Rediscovering my love for Eels, PJ Harvey. Up til last night I didn't really get Is This Desire?. I don't know why. Possibly I hadn't listened to it around 4:30 in the morning before. It's bloody amazing.
Other thoughts of late:
-Meditations on pain, the physical variety. It's a bastard, but it's also a very useful teacher. We always say that about emotional pain, and we forget it about every other kind. Physical pain teaches. Spiritual pain teaches. And damn, I'm learning a lot.
-I hate being the most well-read person I know. It make literary conversations difficult. Have you read this? No? Have you read that? C'mon! Etc. I should slow down or something. I worry I'll end up like my mother-she can't seem to find anything worth reading.
But I have much more patience for books, though. At least of third of my library I took from her collection, and more than a third of those are books she started but never finished.
I think I've not finished maybe 10 books I've started, and most of those I intend to finish (ie Ulysses, Moby Dick, Don Quixote-the first two are just so damn dense, & the latter was an assignment for class, only we only covered a quarter or so of it...dammit).
In closing: Apologies to all for not being around lately, and especially for not commenting in journals/responding to comments in mine. I'm still in this anti-internet thing. It's weird, I've never been bored with it for this long before. I actually don't check my e-mail for days on end...and it doesn't bother me! Fuckin' weird.
It's been real.
Throw something in there for cigs and booze, too.
I can live damn cheap.
These things are under consideration because, before all too long, I'll be joining the regular working week. Looking for the kinda job that requires a bachelor's degree. Not being constantly broke? I will be graduating sans debt (aside from my loans via the Bank of J-Po...I swear I'll pay that off man, I fucking will). Should be interesting.
Other thoughts:
I was thinking about torture today when it occured to me that torture is almost always limited to two basic groups: pain and humiliation (or more accurately, de-humanization). But one of the worst sensations is also nauseau...I suspect this could be used quite effectively, perhaps through the removal/destruction of the inner ear.
Then it occured to me that I was thinking about torture. So I went and had a snack.
Things've been weird lately. That's all I'm gonna say about it here. One thing's for sure: I need to get the fuck out of St. Paul for awhile. I've got to spend some time in Minneapolis this weekend-probably make it to brekkie for the first time in forever.
Rediscovering my love for Eels, PJ Harvey. Up til last night I didn't really get Is This Desire?. I don't know why. Possibly I hadn't listened to it around 4:30 in the morning before. It's bloody amazing.
Other thoughts of late:
-Meditations on pain, the physical variety. It's a bastard, but it's also a very useful teacher. We always say that about emotional pain, and we forget it about every other kind. Physical pain teaches. Spiritual pain teaches. And damn, I'm learning a lot.
-I hate being the most well-read person I know. It make literary conversations difficult. Have you read this? No? Have you read that? C'mon! Etc. I should slow down or something. I worry I'll end up like my mother-she can't seem to find anything worth reading.
But I have much more patience for books, though. At least of third of my library I took from her collection, and more than a third of those are books she started but never finished.
I think I've not finished maybe 10 books I've started, and most of those I intend to finish (ie Ulysses, Moby Dick, Don Quixote-the first two are just so damn dense, & the latter was an assignment for class, only we only covered a quarter or so of it...dammit).
In closing: Apologies to all for not being around lately, and especially for not commenting in journals/responding to comments in mine. I'm still in this anti-internet thing. It's weird, I've never been bored with it for this long before. I actually don't check my e-mail for days on end...and it doesn't bother me! Fuckin' weird.
It's been real.
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I never read, its terrible but it would distract me from concentrating to music. Do you understand?