Friday, January 24, 2003
Physical State: lousy, headache, cold feet (literally)
Mental State: weary, foggy
Music: Humidifier drone
Fashion sense: glasses, mismatched socks, schleprock
Ok decided to start this up again. For some reason my other stranger than paradise blog is fucked so I started a new one. New year, new blog. It's been more than two months since I posted but I'm feeling kind of crappy still and I want to kill some time. I think that this blog is a good way to clear my mind of clutter and share it with the world of people fascinated by people's boring lives.
Ok so "Good Morning Miami" is this silly sitcom on NBC. I find that Penny (Constance Zimmer, a Libra of course) is way sexier than Dylan, why is that? Why is it that I'm more attracted to the Bailey Quarters brainy, slightly twisted, quiet indie rock types on tv shows than the beauty queen? Penny looks like she's right out of a rock band, like she could be a member of Sahara Hotnights or something. The show is so lame but I find myself tuning into it now and then. Maybe its the purple streak or the glasses. Who knows.
I figured out that the song "Breathe" on the Mitsubishi car commercial, that's been bugging me to find out more about, is by a French trip-hop band called Télépopmusik from their album "Genetic World". Apparently the album is generally crappy (according to reviews out there) but I find myself getting into this tune even though it is so Wallpaper-ish. Much better than the stupid Barenaked Ladies song we've all heard a million times. It's got a kind of droning repetitive quality that reminds me of Orbital's "Halcyon and On and On".
Here's that quote from Brothers Karamozov that I stole from "Surviving Desire". I reread it and it's amazing how often I read this and find it appropriate.
I believe that you are sincere and good at heart. If you do not attain happiness, always remember that you are on a good path, and try not to leave it. Above all, avoid lies, all lies, especially the lie to yourself. Keep watch on your own lie and examine it every hour, every minute. And avoid contempt, both of others and of yourself: what seems bad to you in yourself is purified by the very fact that you have noticed it in yourself. And avoid fear, though fear is simply the consequence of every lie. Never be frightened at your own faintheartedness in attaining love, and meanwhile do not even be very frightened by your own bad acts. I am sorry that I can not say anything more comforting, for active love is a harsh and fearful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams thirsts for immediate action, quickly performed, and with everyone watching. Indeed, it will go as far as the giving of one's life, provided it does not take long but is soon over, as on stage, and everyone is looking on and praising. Whereas active love is labor and perseverence, and for some people, perhaps, a whole science. But I predict that even in that very moment when you see with horror that despite all your efforts, you not only have not come nearer your goal but seem to have gotten farther from it, at that very moment — I predict this to you — you will suddenly reach your goal...
Father Zosima,
in "The Brothers Karamazov"
by Fyodor Dostoevsky
(Book I, Part Two, Chapter 4)
Its Hopey and Maggie! Love and Rockets I love you.
Mental State: weary, foggy
Music: Humidifier drone
Fashion sense: glasses, mismatched socks, schleprock
Ok decided to start this up again. For some reason my other stranger than paradise blog is fucked so I started a new one. New year, new blog. It's been more than two months since I posted but I'm feeling kind of crappy still and I want to kill some time. I think that this blog is a good way to clear my mind of clutter and share it with the world of people fascinated by people's boring lives.
Ok so "Good Morning Miami" is this silly sitcom on NBC. I find that Penny (Constance Zimmer, a Libra of course) is way sexier than Dylan, why is that? Why is it that I'm more attracted to the Bailey Quarters brainy, slightly twisted, quiet indie rock types on tv shows than the beauty queen? Penny looks like she's right out of a rock band, like she could be a member of Sahara Hotnights or something. The show is so lame but I find myself tuning into it now and then. Maybe its the purple streak or the glasses. Who knows.
I figured out that the song "Breathe" on the Mitsubishi car commercial, that's been bugging me to find out more about, is by a French trip-hop band called Télépopmusik from their album "Genetic World". Apparently the album is generally crappy (according to reviews out there) but I find myself getting into this tune even though it is so Wallpaper-ish. Much better than the stupid Barenaked Ladies song we've all heard a million times. It's got a kind of droning repetitive quality that reminds me of Orbital's "Halcyon and On and On".
Here's that quote from Brothers Karamozov that I stole from "Surviving Desire". I reread it and it's amazing how often I read this and find it appropriate.
I believe that you are sincere and good at heart. If you do not attain happiness, always remember that you are on a good path, and try not to leave it. Above all, avoid lies, all lies, especially the lie to yourself. Keep watch on your own lie and examine it every hour, every minute. And avoid contempt, both of others and of yourself: what seems bad to you in yourself is purified by the very fact that you have noticed it in yourself. And avoid fear, though fear is simply the consequence of every lie. Never be frightened at your own faintheartedness in attaining love, and meanwhile do not even be very frightened by your own bad acts. I am sorry that I can not say anything more comforting, for active love is a harsh and fearful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams thirsts for immediate action, quickly performed, and with everyone watching. Indeed, it will go as far as the giving of one's life, provided it does not take long but is soon over, as on stage, and everyone is looking on and praising. Whereas active love is labor and perseverence, and for some people, perhaps, a whole science. But I predict that even in that very moment when you see with horror that despite all your efforts, you not only have not come nearer your goal but seem to have gotten farther from it, at that very moment — I predict this to you — you will suddenly reach your goal...
Father Zosima,
in "The Brothers Karamazov"
by Fyodor Dostoevsky
(Book I, Part Two, Chapter 4)
Its Hopey and Maggie! Love and Rockets I love you.
