I have been listening to a lot of This American Life while at work, because there's only so many audiobooks I can relisten to on shuffle before I start counting the ridges that make up my magnetic wall in my cubicle, and I've been going through this white noise period about music - where you get all played out and nothing sounds the way it should. Because good music is always there, no matter what anyone says about it being dead or on life support or selling out. It's there, thrumming away in somebody's bloodstream or vibrating just above a keyboard or drumset.
I suppose what I need is some kind of palate cleanser for music - though not all is lost - I found my DAVE mixcd and listened to Madness' Mirror in the Bathroom on the way home from work. I figure when the day comes that even Madness' horn section can't get me excited or lamely cardancing or caraoking, that's when I've truly died inside.
But anyway, in the spirit of TAL, and those McSweeney's lists that I used to crib for writing really pretentious pieces of writing because I could, a list of things I miss and things I do in the vacuum of missing things. I am Nostalgia's petty sidekick after all, and I like looking back almost as much as I like mapping out the future, because if you don't know where you've been, how can you move on? (Or possibly something less vaguely voice-overy and fortune cookie like.)
( things I miss about living in London )
( would you consider vanity a mental illness or a mass hallucination brought on by womens' magazines? )
I miss having time to read a book in a big gulp - I've been reading Diane Ackerman's Natural History of Love for two weeks now, and it's this great look at how love has evolved, but I can only read about 3 pages a day during the week at work - then I come home, and my brain vacillitates between learning things like how to say deshabille correctly and shower/eating/collapsing on bed.
Deshabille, by the way, is a great sounding word. I like it almost as much as I like malevolent, for the sound of the thing.
I suppose what I need is some kind of palate cleanser for music - though not all is lost - I found my DAVE mixcd and listened to Madness' Mirror in the Bathroom on the way home from work. I figure when the day comes that even Madness' horn section can't get me excited or lamely cardancing or caraoking, that's when I've truly died inside.
But anyway, in the spirit of TAL, and those McSweeney's lists that I used to crib for writing really pretentious pieces of writing because I could, a list of things I miss and things I do in the vacuum of missing things. I am Nostalgia's petty sidekick after all, and I like looking back almost as much as I like mapping out the future, because if you don't know where you've been, how can you move on? (Or possibly something less vaguely voice-overy and fortune cookie like.)
( things I miss about living in London )
( would you consider vanity a mental illness or a mass hallucination brought on by womens' magazines? )
I miss having time to read a book in a big gulp - I've been reading Diane Ackerman's Natural History of Love for two weeks now, and it's this great look at how love has evolved, but I can only read about 3 pages a day during the week at work - then I come home, and my brain vacillitates between learning things like how to say deshabille correctly and shower/eating/collapsing on bed.
Deshabille, by the way, is a great sounding word. I like it almost as much as I like malevolent, for the sound of the thing.
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