Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, May 07, 2005 The Pitch: It's like Home Alone meets A Beautiful Mind! Edi's visiting her Mom in Reno this weekend, so it's been work and an empty apartment. I have fallen back on old habits--video games and fugue states of melancholy--to carry me through. Nearly every positive thing I can think of is quickly counterbalanced by a more depressing point: I finished Cloud Atlas! (It took me close to two months.) David Mitchell is a genius! (I'll never be that good.) God of War is rad! (I'm wasting my life playing video games. Plus, nobody says "rad" anymore.) I'm one week away from my ten year anniversary at the job! (What the hell am I still doing there anyway?)And that's just the shit related to me. Between a few of the endings of Cloud Atlas and the recent article I started about carbon dioxide and global warning in the New Yorker, I kind of feel that, short of CO2 ingesting nanobots coming along in the next ten years, we should pretty much shut down mankind for good and see if the world will recover given enough time without us. Cheery, cheery, cheery. Regardless, my thanks to Nancy for recommending Cloud Atlas and Edi for buying it for me. I admit I only took two months reading it because I was pretty much savoring it. (Also, thanks to Joel, a.k.a. Ong-Bak guy, for lending me God of War.) The plan is to go home tonight, eat some dinner, play some God of War, call it an early night. Tomorrow? I've got a copy of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Special Edition from Best Buy (for seven bucks! But I need to stop buying DVDs.) which, Lord knows, is the most cheerful movie ever made so it should cheer me right up. Additional goals include trying to find a cheap copy of Fortress of Solitude, writing on the new wacky-doo Alphasmart, and indulging my new habit, mimicking John Ashbery. It's an intensely masochistic habit. It makes me feel like an oranguatan dressed in a priest's robes capering at Sunday Mass, but it's where my current congregation of tics, foibles, dreams, failures and neuroses (known in some neighborhoods as one's "muse") have led me. It seems to be harming no one, so why not? posted by Jeff Lester | 6:52 PM | |
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