I spent part of my afternoon rummaging through my bookshelves, looking for money. I'm pretty broke right now, and rent is on the horizon, so I'm forced to resort to pulling a chunk of texts out of my beloved shelves. Fortunately, the vast majority of the titles I've pulled are books that, quite frankly, I'll probably never get around to reading. I hate to part with books, though, even if I know they're just taking up space. Rent is rent, though, and a comfy shelter and a placated room-mate must take precedence over literary concerns. So sorry, Steinbeck, but somebody has to go, and if I had to choose between Philip K. Dick, Vonnegut, and you, you're toast Johnny Boy.
Also been going through my CDs and pulling a handful for The Cause ("Evictions For None! Evictions For None!"). I don't feel as bad about selling CDs, because I always make a point of creating MP3 and CD-R backups of my music. One of the records thrown on the pile of outbound music is The Buzzcocks "Singles Going Steady", one of those records that I rarely think about, but every time I play it the experience of listening to it is nothing short of magical. I've added it onto my iTunes playlist, along with the first Roxy Music record and The Cure's "Staring At The Sea". When some people wake up, they wake up with a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation. Maybe they feel a thrill at the prospects of hot coffee, the morning newspaper, buttered toast and fresh grapefruit. When I wake up in the morning, my reason for being cheerful is the thought that I will have a seven minute walk to work where I can listen to The Buzzcocks' "Lipstick". Music is my Anti-Anti-Drug.
Later in the evening, Grant and I hung out with Chris and Eric. We played some Shadowrun, took turns on Guitar Hero, watched some of North Carolina congressional hopeful Vernon Robinson's INSANE campaign ads on YouTube (seriously: go to YouTube and look him up, his ads are batshit crazy), listened to Jimmy Norton screaming on Opie & Anthony, and talked about all sorts of shit (ranging from politics to the decline of quality in Star Trek to the horrific price of the oh-so-tempting Playstation 3). Eric showed us a video of someone beating Super Mario Brothers 3 in less than 10 minutes: it was soul-destroying, mind-melting, watching someone with such supernatural skill beat a game that took me HOURS to beat in my youth.
Once E & C left, I finally got around to watching Neon Genesis Evangelion. Chris lent me the boxset a while ago, and being the douche I can occasionally be, I sat on the thing and kept finding excuses for not watching it. Tonight I thought "fuck it" when I realized that I haven't watched anime in quite awhile, and I had watched a couple of episodes of Eva a few years back when I was living with Adam Fly and liked what I saw so, so I gave it a shot. Watched the first seven episodes tonight/this morning, and so far I'm digging it. It was intriguing to watch the opening credits and see Kabbalist symbols flashing onscreen; I think part of the pleasure of watching this series is seeing why those symbols figure so prominently in the opening. Did catch one connection: in one of the first few episodes where Commander Ikari is having a meeting in a dark room with what I presume to be the heads of the NERV agency, their desks are arranged in a pattern that corresponds exactly into the outline of the Kabbalah Tree Of Life. Curious.
*Yawn*
I'm out of here.
Also been going through my CDs and pulling a handful for The Cause ("Evictions For None! Evictions For None!"). I don't feel as bad about selling CDs, because I always make a point of creating MP3 and CD-R backups of my music. One of the records thrown on the pile of outbound music is The Buzzcocks "Singles Going Steady", one of those records that I rarely think about, but every time I play it the experience of listening to it is nothing short of magical. I've added it onto my iTunes playlist, along with the first Roxy Music record and The Cure's "Staring At The Sea". When some people wake up, they wake up with a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation. Maybe they feel a thrill at the prospects of hot coffee, the morning newspaper, buttered toast and fresh grapefruit. When I wake up in the morning, my reason for being cheerful is the thought that I will have a seven minute walk to work where I can listen to The Buzzcocks' "Lipstick". Music is my Anti-Anti-Drug.
Later in the evening, Grant and I hung out with Chris and Eric. We played some Shadowrun, took turns on Guitar Hero, watched some of North Carolina congressional hopeful Vernon Robinson's INSANE campaign ads on YouTube (seriously: go to YouTube and look him up, his ads are batshit crazy), listened to Jimmy Norton screaming on Opie & Anthony, and talked about all sorts of shit (ranging from politics to the decline of quality in Star Trek to the horrific price of the oh-so-tempting Playstation 3). Eric showed us a video of someone beating Super Mario Brothers 3 in less than 10 minutes: it was soul-destroying, mind-melting, watching someone with such supernatural skill beat a game that took me HOURS to beat in my youth.
Once E & C left, I finally got around to watching Neon Genesis Evangelion. Chris lent me the boxset a while ago, and being the douche I can occasionally be, I sat on the thing and kept finding excuses for not watching it. Tonight I thought "fuck it" when I realized that I haven't watched anime in quite awhile, and I had watched a couple of episodes of Eva a few years back when I was living with Adam Fly and liked what I saw so, so I gave it a shot. Watched the first seven episodes tonight/this morning, and so far I'm digging it. It was intriguing to watch the opening credits and see Kabbalist symbols flashing onscreen; I think part of the pleasure of watching this series is seeing why those symbols figure so prominently in the opening. Did catch one connection: in one of the first few episodes where Commander Ikari is having a meeting in a dark room with what I presume to be the heads of the NERV agency, their desks are arranged in a pattern that corresponds exactly into the outline of the Kabbalah Tree Of Life. Curious.
*Yawn*
I'm out of here.