Fickler than a weather vane
Songs of the Hour: Leave the South by Nathan Asher and the Infantry
Where is my Mind, The Pixies
I stopped eating meat again today. My two month foray back into the world of the carniverous fizzled and died when I took a long look at the chinese takeout I was eating last night during Lost. Something about the collection of curried chicken, sauteed beef, and onioned pork all piled up in the styrofoam pushed me over the edge back into the greenery of the vegetarian plains. I suppose, nihilistic breakdown or no, that I’ll never really be able to eat meat again without thinking/smelling little Baldisarri Marx Ferlinghetti (aka little fetal piglet I dissected last semester. Something about entrails wrapped around a toothpick while dissecting a fetal testicle really left its mark on me. I smell him at the most random times…) So, here’s to my health.
For the record, thank you all for the fantastic gifts for the old birthday. I have a couple fantastic books I can’t wait to read (thank you andy, david) yet will have to wait unless I really want to commit myself to the previously refernced 2.0 GPA. The cell phone headset Brian gave me will maybe allow me to talk to Mr. Elvin while driving w/out him hanging up on me. Or maybe the rest of you without dying and crashing. one thing at a time.
You will also find, perhaps to your future dismay, that I got a digital camera from ‘martha’. I’ll warn you, for the next few months you’ll probably be bombarded with a ridiculous number of unimportant pictures, at least until the novelty of digitization wears off. Then I will be more selective. Until then, please feel free to peruse the bowling-with-Bonnie pics, and I think I’ll put up a couple of Joss for those of you who haven’t seen him in like 3-8 years. I think friendster has a no-kids-pix rule, so I’m only gonna leave them up for a few days. If any of your psychotic friends kidnap him because he’s so damn adorable, I’ll be finding you and payment will be extracted. In that Merchant of Venice kind of way. And FYI, he weighs like 82 pounds. So. Be warned.
You know, I’m in that phase where I really wish I had something important to say. But really, I don’t. I’m overwhelmed with school work, waaaayyyy behind, have ridiculous projects due, and am so sleep deprived I’ve started crying for no real reason while stuck in traffic. It doesn’t make sense, really. I don’t mind traffic. I get to sit still for a minute. What’s not to love about that? I don’t know… I don’t understand.
I have however managed to commit myself to fun social things. (UNC be damned. No, really, be damned.) Ms. Sara in the west tomorrow, Nada Surf tomorrow tonight, Nathan Asher next week, and I really want to catch "Salome" the opera sometime in the next month. Not to mention seeing Ms. Suzanne’s fabulous set work for "The Dead" in a couple weeks. I’m trying to see it as "finding my priorities" rather than "giving up on scholastic pursuits". Isn’t that what all the good stories are about? Finding out that loved ones are what’s important, not these superficial definitions of success like grades and money and careers? Can’t this be a good thing? Can’t I be that guy in the story? (seeking affirmation here, help me out.)
I need to cram in some Cognitive Science homework before The Office comes on. I have to say, Cognitive Science is one of the most fascinating classes I’ve ever taken. A lot of it is about artificial neural networks, AI’s and parallel processors vs sequential processors (like normal computers) as models for human thought patterns and calculations. Which is obviously way over my head. The rest is linguistics and psychology and lanuguage acquisition and logic which I’m ok with. But the cross-disciplinary approach to human thought is captivating, and kind of the field I’ve always dreamed of. I dunno. There might be a future in it. There’s something about Wittgenstein and symbolism and universal metaphors tucked in there in a way I can’t quite put my finger on… but when I do I’m going to be a happy fucking camper. I’ll take a picture of it and share. post. Screw the homework, I have to demonstrate Joss’ adorability now. Check the album if you’re interested, like I said, they’ll be gone in a few days.
till then,
love.
