Friday, July 15, 2005
Thus Prances the Mute
My wisdom teeth got yanked and I've been chewing gauze all morning. I've turned sphinctering the gag reflex into a fun sort of game thing, enjoyable except for the crippling feeling of imminent death and the blood that splurts out of my mouth. Has anyone else played this game? How long does this go on? Oh I forgot, I don't have a readership. Balls!I really have nothing to utter but complaints. I bought the new Mars Volta album for $5.99 at bestbuy.com, and after listening to it, I think I understand the plight of those who have been ungraciously bludgeoned here so often. It's cryptic, hopelessly so - nailed to the ceiling with wanton metaphor and here' s something that's curious: Instead of spurring me to contemplate the album's supposedly complex emotional content, Frances the Mute has caused yours truly to reconsider all notions of pretension. Think of Professor Harry Frankfurt's On Bullshit, but about pretension, and in my head... And my copy appears to be defective. There are pops and fuzzes in the middle of "Cassandra Geminni."
MYW at 10:02 AM
Tuesday, July 5, 2005
Amazing
The world is an overwhelming monster. The product of innumerable feats and exercises in the name of creativity and progress. Your humble narrator is decidedly overwhelmed with it. Large, ponderous notions have dazed him. He needed a break to write a letter to you all.I am humbled by subtlety of all sorts. I mean, just look at what exists - Good God, how do I compete? It seems I have a long way to go before I get anywhere.
MYW at 6:30 PM