there is that thing that people do after break, where everyone asks everyone else how theirs was. did you go away, did you study, etc... no no no, you? i actually had an amazing week. on saturday i had jen, alex and jon, a couchsurfer friend, over for a few drinks. we all got pleasantly drunk and then some more drinks happened and some more and a short while later i was passed out. alex sang heavy metal music to me to make me feel better, megan took care of me and i felt like dying at work the next day.
on tuesday i caught up with jess and carlin's gang, we had a few drinks, i laughed my face off and later in the evening jess and i masterminded Tomato Through the Glass, a german art-cocaine film.
on wednesday night i went to see metric with my sister and my dad, and i don't know what i was expecting but i was taken over for 2 hours... i felt felt felt, encountered something fucking amazing and came home energetic but sad, because i left everything of myself in that moment back there. i've been listening to metric all night tonight, trying to remember how it felt to be in the crowd, but at best it's like remembering myself in a past life. i am reincarnated, i may as well be a locust again as be in that crowd again. living moment to moment is something that i usually celebrate, but lately i've felt the loss of those moments more than i've felt the moments themselves. at least loss is a good indicator of what is important.
on friday i met up with emmie, jenna and their friend gin for some drinking times at the duke. we ended up staying out for 10 hours, spontaneously seeing a metal band at the sandringham which i really enjoyed, and around 3am i ACTUALLY ended up telling gin that i loved her. here i was thinking that none of us could ever do anything without being ironic about it, and there i am drunk and telling people i love them, and it's the least ironic thing in the world, because i was in a world of pure sensation. phenomenology probably started because all those french bastards drink so much.
on monday i was able to hang out with all the housemates incl. honoraries, which was incredibly nice.
there was almost no uni work done, but i'm in an acceptable position anyway. so this is what i will tell people when they ask me: i had an actual break and it was awesome.

Tim fitzpatrick's triangle makes me so angry it’s just lucky there’s no telekinesis in my family or john Travolta would be dead right now.

"it's so cute i'm dying!"

so i took my new blog title from the first few pages of this BOOK. books, what an idea, is it patented? here is the quote, as separated from all meaningful context: "'Nothing' is... quite acceptable, that is, if it were not, alas, terroristic and deontic". and then i used my magical powers to turn it into a pun. whoah is me.

down to matters.

i've had this strange urge to start updating this blog again. an urge, mind, rather than a general decision, which are almost always sickled o'er. and yet the problem remains of where to begin, after such a long hiatus. so i'll rebegin with some vague vagaries: vaguearies:

* i moved into a house with 2 of my best friends. it's incredible how seamlessly we managed to adopt the dynamic where friend-time happens but so does being all in the same house silently in separate rooms. our bookshelf is awesome. and we have a compost bucket, which i like to think of more as a symbol of domestic establishment than an effort toward sustainable living. whatever, the dual function is pleasing.

* i cut my hair because i turned 21 and nothing really changed. i'll have to grow it back, ready for cutting before the next significant birthday, else tattoo my face. i also cut my hair because short hair means that in the summer times you can better feel the sun on your head. this makes some things matter more, for instance, hats, and some things matter less, for instance, worries.

* i've started reading comics, now that everyone i know has raved to me about which ones are great. i started off with fun home, which is incredible... so now i want to do two things: read ulysses and have sex with alison bechdel. then i moved on to ghost world, also pretty great. then arkham assylum and the killing joke (eh batman "oh no he's got weaknesses, moral ambiguity times!"). and finally black hole, which had the most impressive art by far, and also rather impressively didn't turn into a work of pro-abstinence propaganda. despite a lot of cliches and unresolved questions, i really liked this one. but that might be largely because for some bizarre reason finding something NEW and obscure always excites me a lot more than picking up something i've been recommended.

* uni is... a drag. semester started well but i'm increasingly frustrated by structure and predictability, and also a lack of personal momentum. so i'm writing and drawing more, which is to say, at all. and i hope that some day i'll have something colourful to post, which is what i always meant for this blog!

so there's the round-up.

Vertigo

hmm, so it's been quite a while since i graced this space with tales of what happens to me. lately i've been more convinced that nothing particularly exists, except of course for whatever does, which is only what i can feel and negotiate with RIGHT NOW. which is to say... not right then, when i just wrote right now, but now. now.

NOW.

this makes work excruciating. 8 hours of the NOW being hell. because if there is nothing but now, then at any point i might explode. and who would there be to watch the spectacle? aldi customers. my charred flesh and bits of blood allover the place, allover the packing bench, and fuck the bluberries are hard enough to clean up. bruising the floor with their juicy purpleness.
so i'm not sure how to live, but fortunately i have some time to escape the headspace requisite for studying and sanity without too much damage being done. and at the same time there is infinite damage being done, because i am here, now, not exploding, not then, with you and the pain. and i don't particularly fit into either.

A cautionary tale



don't ask me why my studying outlets are so violent. it's not like exams make me want to kill people or anything. although it's a good thing these blog posts don't report quickening pulse or heaviness of breath. ha! no really i'm not going to kill anyone.

"You can only speak the truth once. After that, all is paradox."

i'm cleaning my room. i didn't think it was too bad until i had to untangle my laptop cable from a guitar string and a bra strap.

also, i'm watching art films on youtube. for the love of god, femenists!

ALSO. the exam went well today, i think.

Till the heart-beats of hell shall be hushed by a hymn from the hunt that has harried the kennel of kings

that is what everything should be like. pretty sounding and utterly incongruous.

i've had a fantastic week, really. i spent 4 days alone in the house of my love (alone WITH her, obviously, not just creeping around carving cryptic messages of devotion under the tables. (i would never do that (i'm not too good with a blade))). we watched a few good films, flesh for frankenstein, blood for dracula and videodrome. i don't know how it turned out that i have in my possession so many movies dealing with sex as violence and Vices versa, but i do find the theme extremely interesting, especially when approached through the classic metaphors of ye olde european monster figures. i also read 10 buffy comics.
i ALSO got an email from millie, who i'm missing like you miss an extremely loved cousin who leaves the country for almost a year. unfortunately she's said "I can't skype you or webcam you in any way, as I like to be naked and do cocaine on the internet and I wouldn't want to corrupt you any further than I already have."
so i'll have to hold out a while longer for physical presence millie.
amidst my recreation, i've been studying. i know it should probably be the other way around at this stage, but i feel decently prepared. the first is tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes.

how'd you like to run away from these machines?

wish you were here

i dyed my hair green on one side. that should keep the cutlery woman off my back for a while. she's my favourite customer now, i think. who else? a very friendly long haired german, who always says 'fanks'. a few welsh people, who tell me my name is beautiful (my name is welsh) and ask about my genealogy. also, apaz "when i get married" i can say that there is a picture of my mother in law on the flag (the welsh flag is a picture of a dragon-monster thing. ha!). oh you, welsh.

i bought an ipod. mm. i never thought i would, but i've always been unfuriated by the lack of space on whatever other device i've used. and now it's solved. so that was $360 with an extended warranty. and i say that because i bought the most awesome long-sleeved old-woman cape-dress from vinnies for $2 on the same day, and it's making me almost as happy. the fabric is patterned with dark reds and greens, purple and gold, with puffy shoulders and a random militaryish dangling shoulder-chain thing. on one side. gold buttons down the middle, with the gold paint peeling off. it makes me feel like a rock-god magician. i'm wearing it tomorrow to the partay.

some other things:
i've been listening to pink floyd and marnie stern today. some music is too fucking cool.

i would sell my soul for a date scone right now. DID YOU HEAR THAT, THE DEVIL? nothing happened. maybe this will prove once and for all the devil's non-existence. i should probably do things properly, and spill my blood on a dusty crossroad somewhere. but they are so hard to come by in urban environments, which is presumably where the majority of the soul-commerce goes on. right? maybe a dusty figurative crossroad would work...
er... fuck! which way? in my life? should i go? when i cannot see, through the dust... of my subjective experience?

THE DEVIL?

no scone for bron.


OH YEAH. the new dresden dolls album No Virginia is out. it's fantastic, but i've always had high expectations of them. "the mouse and the model" and "ultima esperanza" were 2 of my favourite songs even when they were bootlegs, so it's amazing to finally listen to them on a studio recording. i might start carrying around copies of the cd, so ask me if you wants it and can't be bothered waiting 30 minutes for the bittorrent!

Hold onto yourself by the sleeves, i think everything means a little more than we think

it has been an interesting week.
tuesday: watched boosh season 2, read books, had $3 tacos and $3 tequila shots. ole! happy festival of birth jaredcakes!
wednesday: had uni. saw tokyo story, which could be more appropriately titled crouching drama hidden plotline. (oh geez these white kids who make risickulous comparisons between early japanese cinematic responses to modernity and contemporary chinese action flicks!!!!) i was not a fan! but i was not in the most excellent of moods... and i suppose there are worse ways to spend two hours in the dark. like maybe if the room was slowly filling with poison gas.
thursday: read work work work work (proportionately).
friday: read, met up with megan, went to filmsoc - watched The 400 Blows, which was excellent... and then made my way to Emmie's for a great night. i wound up on oxford street for a couple of hours, and had some fun while i was there.
saturday: i got off work 3 hours early, so i had a whole night up at megan's... it has put me in the most amazing mood. i'm still all blissed out.

and i wrote something. it's not finished but i'm tired, and i never usually come back to these kind of things, so i may as well post what i have...


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I’m on the corner of Denison and Spring street. It’s marked by the most beautiful Liquidambar in three suburbs, but to use a less subjective point of reference, it’s next to the North Sydney TAB. It’s 5:30am, and the sky is grey. Not blank, awaiting colour, which it sometimes seems, but drained, like a drying sheet pegged up by buildings and bridges. And ice particles and atmosphere, obviously, let’s not get carried away. The milk trucks interrupt me and I interrupt them; people crouched on footpaths with writing all over their legs aren’t to be expected. I trouble the corner shop for some paper. They don’t sell paper, it seems, but the guy at the desk gives me a spare sheet from the bottom drawer, half covered with a draft of orders. Calls me love. There’s a camaraderie, when you’re the only two people awake while the rest Rests. I’m only awake because people can’t wait until a decent hour to get their hands on some cauliflowers. They can’t wait because they’re in offices until the sun sets and we close, they’re in offices because their clients can’t wait to get the day under way, and their clients can’t wait because they have cauliflowers to sell, damn it. The cauliflowers of course still get to wait for the sun to rise before they begin their cauliflowering. This is largely the reward of a six month strike in the late 90s, a triumph of solidarity.
I feel a terrible sympathy for the rest of us, caught up in this conspiracy against decency. Who was the first? Who was the first to think it would be a good idea to make money at such a time? Criminals, probably. I deduce this by the fact that the only other people awake out of choice are the fitness obsessed. What are you running from? Why only when no one is around? Is it a secret? They never stop and they always have earphones in so of course I never ask. It is more polite to make prejudiced assumptions. Also more entertaining.
I nod at a truck driver as he unloads a pallet of smug cauliflowers. My shift starts soon, so I ask what the time is.
“Well my watch says it’s ten past 8pm, but that means it’s, uh, around five to six.”
“How’s that?”
“Ah, I set my watch in time with my sleeping pattern. I drive all night, you see. So a normal person’s 7am is my 5pm. Yesterday I woke up at 16:45pm and set my watch at 07:00, so that when it gets to 23:00 I’ll know it’s time to rest.”
“Even though it will actually be, what, a quarter to nine in the morning? Couldn’t you just go to bed at nine without having to change the time like that?”
“Dear me no, no one does anything productive between 1am and 5am. It’s for drinking. Yeah, I’d probably be an alchoholic without this watch.”
It’s difficult to separate nutcases from eccentrics sometimes. Avoiding some form of supposedly assured, temporally bound self destruction by means of an elaborate exercise in denial is one of those things that particularly problematises matters.

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goodnight preciousnesses.

i took some photos of the sun through the blind!

How to disappear completely

Morally Metacarpalcapped
Or: I Really Wanted to Demonstrate New Anatomical Knowledge. Phalanges!!!

so i killed a mosqito the other day. i do not know how to feel about this. on the one hand, it had exhausted its two warnings, and if i let one off it will be a matter of minutes before the others sense weakness and come in for the kill. on the other hand, was capital punishment a little too extreme in making my example? i wonder if this is really the right approach. on another hand entirely, i have about six mosquito bites. and on my feet i have four, and they are driving me insane - there is really only so much i can tolerate. also, i'm not entirely convinced mosquitos can comprehend the kind of covenant i'm trying to establish.
but i really try not to intervene in nature more than i can help. more for the fact that i don't like any gesture of violence, even on the smallest scale, than because i think nature would somehow function more serenely without humans killing things all the time. there is a moderation to these things... without a certain amount of killing nothing could survive. (maybe algae. but nothing you can have a conversation with or stroke or love, without being a freak.) i suppose i don't feel like i have the authority to take away life for no real purpose.
so one more thing about moderation. moderation is having 10 minute showers AT THE LONGEST! you fiends!!

in excellent news, i have not seen that cockroach-ant-cricket-silverfish-devil insect in my room in a number of weeks. its scuttling is so loud you can hear it across the room. it clicks, and kind of hops. not hip hops. or scotch and hops. or hopscotch. DEATH HOPS. the kind of thing that could easily crawl into your skull and multiply until your brain explodes. or even WHILE your brain explodes, in some kind of perverse brain-explosion fetish. if i see it again i'll photograph it, and you'll see what i mean.

the weekend has started reasonably. smashingly actually. my friday night was fantastic. today and tomorrow are full of work and attempts at essay finishing, with a disappointing lack of spooning. but necesary things will get done, and next week will be awesome, i expect.

oh yeah the blog format's back to normal.

Goodness Gracious Badness

maybe not gracious. i'm handing in my essay a day late - which is worse in terms of the terrible ramifications one might extrapolate according to my patterns of behaviour in previous semesters than the actual damage of the act itself (2% loss of marks). but still lame, obviously. gracious lameness? no such thing. (although i will review any videos you might (for whatever reason) have that attempt to prove otherwsise, for i imagine they would be full of hil-arious fallings down. followed presumably by pathetic weeping and moans of self loathing.)
on the bright side, everything else so far has been handed in on time.
on the lame side, again, the slow progress i'm making on work kept me away from multiple shindigs with friends last weekend. i apologise, if you are one such friend.
i made attempts to get out of the house on sunday, but realised as i arrived at the station that i'd left my phone at home. what followed is the reason i never wanted to have a mobile phone: a semi breakdown, an attack of anxiousness over HOW ON EARTH i would line up transport to the event once getting off the train. so i became incredibly surly and wandered home again, leaving megan to worry about my poor head. once i arrived home again my mother spun some convince (i am using 'convince' as a noun meaning 'evidence or a story that someone uses to convince you of something'. i'm fairly sure there's an existing noun that would be less ambiguous here, but i can't think of it) about my leaving my phone at home being the Great White Spirit's way of telling me i should stay home to finish my essay. i mumbled that the Great White Fuck should have given me an extension. but agreed to the broader sense of her argument.
so that was sunday afternoon. sunday morning was great - Megan had stayed the night and it was her birthday, so i was lucky enough to wake up snuggled beside her on her first day of being 19. we had kind of a delayed start, which meant missing breakfast, which i felt awful about, but nevertheless spending the morning with the girl i love is always a fantastic start to the day. the week, if you're one of those people who sunday as the first day. is that a bible thing? i don't know.
saturday night was nice as well, as it was the official opening of my dad's building, celebrated with an exhibition of his, phil's and nick's artwork. none of nick's photography was there, but here is a link: http://www.nickrobinson.com.au/photography.html
look at it.
that is the weekend in brief.... hopefully the rest of the week is productive!

I’ve changed the format of my blog, so you can only see one day’s posting at a time. It’s a half hearted exercise in intransience. Half hearted because you’ll notice everything is still archived on the left. Maybe next week I’ll get rid of the archives… maybe the week after I’ll burn everything I own. It is probably good that we don't live in a communist society, or I’d be out with my matches in the streets and in your houses. As for the more intangible things that i might be said to "own", or qualities that i "posess"... i'll have to think on it.

Encounters in Enmore

Hey, hey, here
And he put a lollypop in my hand
Is the bus coming, or what?
Yeah they come every five minutes
Down this road -
Maybe not at eleven, though.
Have a good life, have a good life, you know?
Yeah, yeah it’s good, how’s your life?
Oh yeah oh yeah
People
Life is
People are great, aren’t they?
And I unwrapped the lollipop.
Here it is!
He was drunk, or just old.
Hey, hey, here
And he gave a lollipop to
A woman with an obvious distaste for
Lollipops or strangers.
Hey gorgeous!!
Another girl walked past on the bus.
Nice to be nice, isn’t it?
Although you can’t take it too far, right?
Yeah that’s right, but
You seem nice.
He was drunk.
I waved goodbye at my stop.

Hey is this train coming, or what?
Yeah I know, I’m freezing!
They come every fifteen or so
Maybe not at twelve, though.
Had a good night?
Yeah, yeah
People are
Strange,
And great, you know?
A guy just gave me this lollipop
I don’t know if it’s
Laced with something
Haha oh I’m a nurse, it’s ok!
Oh haha, yeah then I won’t worry!
Maybe it’s laced with
Something crazy, you know?
All the kids will be like
Where’s that drunk
With the lollipops?
Hey yeah.

My hand was tingling.
Hey weird, my hand’s tingling.
And she said
You’ve got a slipped disc, hey.
Ah I think I’m ok.
Nah, go to the hospital, hey.
Alright,
Hey I’m Bron, by the way


nothing went to plan today, it was fantastic.
i skipped a lecture to stay with Megan until she had a tute, i met up with Rach and talked about the ethics of eating meat, i found out my tute had been cancelled (or something. in any case no one was in the room apart from myself and one other bewildered classmate) so i worked on my essay instead... and then wandered to Jared's, where we made something reasonable with lentils and watched QI.
it then took me two hours to get home, partly because i stopped off at the Bank to say hi to Shang, partly because i didn't realise trains stop at 11:55 on normal week nights. about ten of us waited for over half an hour - i would have given up earlier and caught the bus to central, but an awesome girl on the platform struck up a conversation with me, and i felt no pressing urge to leave a good conversation just so i could get home to procrastinate.
i also, earlier in the evening, met a man who gave me not one but TWO chuppa chups. both of them good flavours... not something lame like pineapple. i was absolutely charmed by his gesture of friendliness toward a stranger. this has happened to me before... the day of my HSC group performance i sat next to a woman with blue eyebrows on a seat at Waitara station. her name was Pat, she gave me two lollies and told me about her life. we talked about how nice the sun is.

oh yeah i don't have a slipped disc. that part was artistic license.

but the moral of my day was that people are everything, and everything is awesome.
also, always take candy from strangers. (unless they are speaking in tongues, probably.)

You're Nobody Until Somebody Kills You
or Why Dangerfield Have Slogan Shirts That Are Sometimes Amusing

so two posts in the one month is alright, right? that's a resolution keeping number, at least, i should think. i should think about other things.

this week has started at a reasonable speed, it's already 2am on a wednesday, and as soon as i wake up tomorrow it will be approaching mid week. despite this, i feel much more relaxed... working four days last week felt a little much. even when i'm away from work, aldi makes me strive to be efficient in the most mundane aspects of my life. in my poor little breaks i've started trying to get down the time it takes to make my vegemite sandwich. (if i complete the sandwich task in a few minutes i have time to read an article or raid the cupboards for museli (aldi has decent museli (but don't bother yourself with the organic stuff, there isn't nearly enough dried fruit to balance out the flavour of bland-oat.)))
these days i spend most of my shift on the tills, which i generally prefer - in recent weeks i've spoken to more of my regular customers. i even ran into one of them on the train today, he struck up a conversation with me saying "ahhh you're putting in those things (headphones), now you won't talk to me!". i will never shun the opportunity to listen to a stranger who is right in front of me in order to listen to a stranger who is not (even if the latter is bob dylan), and so we talked for a few stops, about teleprompting and his days as a singer. i also spoke to a woman briefly at central, because i gave up my seat for her and she said it was nice to see some manners. little does she know i have a rather selfish interpretation of karma, and that my act was merely an investment ensuring that someday when i am old (ha! what a thought) some ruffian will give up their seat for me. of course i didn't say this to her. i said "that's ok". and so will my ruffian, but i will wink at them knowingly, and they will scamper off, thinking "oh god she's on to me!", or else "what the fuck, fucking old people". the latter is more probable - i don't know how much longer people will believe in old age, it seems something only used stylistically in novels to stand for experience. or in horror movies to stand for freakishness. i watched Fear Dot Com with my sister this evening. woah, case in point for unjustified use of old people OTHER than them being scary cataract-having pointing-toward-drowned-corpses plot devices.
so back to my regular customers. most of them start the conversation with some variation on "your hair! it's normal coloured!", and so i've started asking them what they would prefer. most votes are for red, although i've had a couple of green requests. a woman with cutlery for earrings berates me every time she comes in, for not having dyed my hair back to red, so i might have to yield. cutlery for earrings!

so apart from working, i spent the weekend quite happily. we watched swing girls at film soc, before heading to jared's for campari (some kind of bile that passes itsef off as liquor) and some card games.
i was with megan on saturday night, which made up for not seeing her in the two days prior... we watched The Triplets of Belleville with my family (which was enchanting, please watch it) and were in love. sunday came with pancakes, some of them cooked with an interesting crunchy homemade blueberry jam. Harry, Jen, Mum and I went over to see the floors of Crystal Street - the building project my dad has been working on for at least the last six years. it's nearly finished, the official opening is on May 3rd, you're all invited! yes YOU. it's in Rozelle, which is pretty easy to get to by bus, and there will be wine when you arrive. my dad is even trying to get a critic along... the last draft of the invite he was writing went something along the lines of "behold! never in the history of western art has there been such a perfect union between traditional mediums and contemporary ideas!". the feat was credited to "four tall handsome gentleman". once we'd inspected the building we stopped by the Rozelle markets, which were impressively markety.
NOW i am working on essays.
that kind of brings me up to date... i might attempt a recap of some noteworthy early 2008 events, but not right now. i've been listening to a few great albums recently... the best of them is The Boxer by The National. i haven't been so instntly obsessed with anything since Regina Spektor.

love!

In Advance of the Broken Resolution
or Blogpost

so, megan yesterday reminded me that i had made a new year's resolution to resurrect this blog. well, i've seen enough cult zombie movies to be more than a little apprehensive of what this might result in, but i'm going to make a conscientious attempt nevertheless. even if all my posts from now on are filled with accounts of gruesome murders and nunsploitation.

it seems strange that it's only now that uni has gone back that i feel i have any time to blog - strange but not surprising. having said that, all i really feel like leaving to commemorate the re-opening of my blawgz is another dada spam poem. this is what i do now. (hopefully this is not an indication of things to come.)

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Due to what I now recognize as being reflexive conditioning, I said:
You first need to stop the bleeding,
And I tasted a little appendix.
Succulous,
Healsomeness.
Rascalism.

You are pointing your potato knife at me,
Screamed pig the creature
Like an exasperated but conscientious Dutch uncle

And I said in the language of wedding figures:
You need not glare at me so fierce.
Nobody ever comes here.

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success is when the resolutions make me

a reasonable new year's resolution: to ressurect this blog, and have it periodically updated with observations and an accompanying illusion and or disillusion. spirited optimism and unjustified surliness in good measure.
the thing that has stopped me from keeping any sort of intelligible journal recently has been a combination between never having the patience to labour over details, and not quite feeling satisfied that a bullet point list of significant moments is enough to count as a record of any reasonable merit. i do not feel good writing posts that aren't able to draw all the events of my recent life into a succinct evaluation of Everything Ever.
in addition, having read over that past paragraph, my blogging is also compromised by how arrogant i fear i am/sound. ha! some honesty.
so for tonight i'm just going to keep it short. i have been in an excellent mood, the last couple of days - i visited my aunt. she, my mother, sister and i attempted a seance in what used to be the living room. we ended up using a metal eggcup, because all the glasses were too heavy... and only managed to have it pushed around a couple of times between YES and the vast white middle of our mock-up ouija-page before abandoning our inter-plane communion for a disc of gilmore girls and the eating of cake. cake > reticent spirits. remember this if you need to pull me out of a coma someday, and you only have time to try one approach because the hospital is on fire.
jen and i looked at some hand-built australian houses in a book published in the seventies. in the last few weeks i've had to do a lot of thinking about The Future... something i haven't practiced in a while, and the one thing that i've always always wanted to have is a house that i've built. of course in the more extreme days of my youth, i imagined that the walls would be fig trees, fused into some kind of dome. i am much less suspicious of a life half-normal, these days. now i think i'd settle for mudbrick. stained glass windows, a state of the art computer in one corner, and a fridge full of lentils in another. for the sake of juxtaposition, i'll have to abandon the dome idea.
i think my work has caught on to the fact that i'm a hippie. at heart, at least. lauren caught me with the light off in the staff room. then i told her about how i give attacking mosquitoes two warnings before i make any moves to kill them, and even then i feel bad. possibly because i really can't be sure if it's the same or a different mosquito to the one i've warned, that now has designs on my blood.
i finished reading It's Too Late To Say I'm Sorry by Joey Comeau. here's a quote from one of the stories, "Cry Me a River":
"we wrote our love letters so they'd live forever in the government protection filters. 'I love you suicide bomber, president, child porn. Biological warfare rape union, beautiful.'"
I also finally finished Garp and A Spy in the Family. i have another three days off from work, i have friends to vsit and gilmore girls to watch and kind of a year's worth of the world to catch up on. i'm starting to see things better again. mostly in a literal way, my eyes were way unfocusy recently... it's mere coincidence that my perspective seems a lot clearer now, as well. more on that tomorrow...

how to get to the dock.