wheeee today was actually i think quite positive and this is why:
while it was initially shit despite my morning's self-deception exercises, i made my boss come for a drink with me after work and we sorted some stuff out and got out all these ideas and clarified that i don't want him to die painfully [which is how i've been acting the last couple of days] so that was productive. but it meant leaving for home late, and i had to walk in the rain. now i tend to get very strong emotion out of walking in the rain, and very often the rain is very sad or angry and it washes down in angry wet statements. tonight however it was all dark and glowing, black sky with orange street lamps highlighting the water, with treacle puddles reflecting fragmented slashes of orange. tres art film, and very very joyous. i started singing loudly to entertain my fellow travellers, who all struggled along like bedraggled crows. it was like a baptism of light and water, quite olde testament, and i feel a rebirth of mood - i feel inspired and motivated, and all my paranoia has been dispelled. i make myself worked up over stupid stuff, then as soon as i get a long and tranquil moment to myself it all clears out. the rain has washed away the dirt in my mind and i can see again.
mycophile has also reminded me how much i LOVE language and dumb though it sounds, that has inspired me too - it's important to remember what matters to you however silly it may be, without the important things you lose hold of the plot.
while it was initially shit despite my morning's self-deception exercises, i made my boss come for a drink with me after work and we sorted some stuff out and got out all these ideas and clarified that i don't want him to die painfully [which is how i've been acting the last couple of days] so that was productive. but it meant leaving for home late, and i had to walk in the rain. now i tend to get very strong emotion out of walking in the rain, and very often the rain is very sad or angry and it washes down in angry wet statements. tonight however it was all dark and glowing, black sky with orange street lamps highlighting the water, with treacle puddles reflecting fragmented slashes of orange. tres art film, and very very joyous. i started singing loudly to entertain my fellow travellers, who all struggled along like bedraggled crows. it was like a baptism of light and water, quite olde testament, and i feel a rebirth of mood - i feel inspired and motivated, and all my paranoia has been dispelled. i make myself worked up over stupid stuff, then as soon as i get a long and tranquil moment to myself it all clears out. the rain has washed away the dirt in my mind and i can see again.
mycophile has also reminded me how much i LOVE language and dumb though it sounds, that has inspired me too - it's important to remember what matters to you however silly it may be, without the important things you lose hold of the plot.
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Ehhh, I suspected K had nothing to do with the element. Sorry, I haven't read much Kafka, only The Metamorphosis. Me like happy stories with color illustrations.
BTW, my prof (Sali Tagliamonte) is examining how people use the word 'like' in conversation. Ever look into that? It's actually pretty interesting how it's spread from the US to Canada and the UK. I'm sure Trudgill has something to say about it.
Some parts of Harrow are nice, around Harrow-on-the-Hill and North Harrow mainly. I live in South Harrow which is a bit less appealing, typical outer London high street with a noisy market tagged on. But my area is handy for takeaways, pubs and the buses.
Monkey is a class programme. Confusing at times, and fun to describe to someone who hasnt seen it.
"There's this Monkey God made from stone who has a magic pink flying cloud, a male priest whos a woman, a fish called Sandy and a pervert pig named Pigsey" Response "What have you been smoking?"