Showing posts with label pointless solipsism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pointless solipsism. Show all posts

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Thinking hard about this

I hear this is good.
I'm way, way busy all the time, and yet somehow I imagine that after a long series of 5:50 am to 11:12 pm days I will have the energy or presence of mind at night to read a new book and get something good out of it but actually after about four or five pages the lines start to swim and my mind goes into a pre-sleep dreaminess and instead of what I'm reading I'm suddenly "thinking" of a couple of pine trees near where I lived when I was little (are they still there?) or about whether I went to high school with Stewart Copeland and then zzzzz.

What I'm realizing is that I am sadly becoming a re-reader, despite all the literally hundreds of thousands of posts on this blog admonishing myself to not re-read, but keep moving forward.  So, I am setting a more realistic goal: try to only read new stuff until I get to point in it where I realize I don't care all that much, that whatever I'm reading won't become a A Repeating Favorite.

Can I do this?  It remains to be seen.  But I am happy at the thought that you, dear reader, will hold my hand as me traverse this perverse netherworld of OUR own making.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

While I may be a fabulist,

particularly for the sake of a good post, I do think I am a reliable narrator.

Some may disagree!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Trust

I have mentioned something along these lines before, certainly, but I need to be more trusting of myself.

I always thought that English Settlement was inferior to Black Sea, mostly because it has too much "jittery" XTC vs. "flowy" XTC, where things are all soothingly melodious.

We-hell, I listened to this last week and was for the most part rewarded with affirmation that I was right then, am right now and am for the most part correct about everything ever.

Although I was happy because I had forgotten about "All of the Sudden (It's Too Late)" which rules and I duly put it on a truck CD. 

This also all plays into the whole Bangsian school of thought about whether one is "ready for" or perhaps "worthy of" some of the more prestige records.  Like, I can say that the Band blows (they do), but maybe I just haven't listened to them in the right frame of mind, perhaps the fault is mine. Or someone today like the National, maybe.  Who else? 

The point of all this rambling is that my first instinct in these matters is generally correct.

Also: I just may have written this way in the distant past, what with my new affinity for post-scheduling, and may "now" have indeed have grown to like English Settlement much more in the interval.

Oh, to know you the better, People of the Future!