2006-04-05
Late night / Early Morning Antics
12:18. Shit. Spending the evening playing with computers and rockin' out to some old school records, including Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Public Enemy, Sonic Youth, Pearl Jam, Jesus & Mary Chain, and of all things, the No Alternative tribute album, which I have never listened to more than a song from before. The punk show the other night has me reaching back for my roots, which may be a mixed blessing for my office mate. But she can't complain... she just got a computer upgrade that makes what I'm typing on look old and decrepit.
Sat at my computer tracing the body of a male from an anatomy website I found. I'm not into guys or even into tracing them. Just needed to get a good male body outline for an art project I'm working on. I am going to attempt to map my insides, artistically of course, and then compare them to an x-ray picture. What? Have I gone off the deep end? Are all those years of drinking homemade, fake wine in Hungary caught up with me. I'm also planning on scanning my feet and making them into a topomap, so... yeah, I guess they have.
Not much news to write. I'm really into old school music again. The fact that I can get nostalgic scares me a bit, as hell I never thought this would happen. But I'm listening to new tunes too. Some that Adam gave me after meeting for coffee the other day (thanks, dude), Atmosphere (I just started listening to this Minneapolis native in January, and man do I wish I would have taken the French Guru's advice and begun back in 2002), Public Enemy, Tricky (finally caved in and bought his "Rough Guide" DVD, which is far better than I remembered after watching it at Julien's flat in Besancon), and my favorite recently, Bjork. Can't get enough of her earliest stuff, post-Sugarcubes.
And shit, who cares? I just felt like writing something. I'm not going to worry about whether or not it is interesting anymore, because little is in this world anyway. Quantity over quality, I say. That's how mother nature works. At least according to something I heard on NPR about the reproductive systems of mammals.
Sat at my computer tracing the body of a male from an anatomy website I found. I'm not into guys or even into tracing them. Just needed to get a good male body outline for an art project I'm working on. I am going to attempt to map my insides, artistically of course, and then compare them to an x-ray picture. What? Have I gone off the deep end? Are all those years of drinking homemade, fake wine in Hungary caught up with me. I'm also planning on scanning my feet and making them into a topomap, so... yeah, I guess they have.
Not much news to write. I'm really into old school music again. The fact that I can get nostalgic scares me a bit, as hell I never thought this would happen. But I'm listening to new tunes too. Some that Adam gave me after meeting for coffee the other day (thanks, dude), Atmosphere (I just started listening to this Minneapolis native in January, and man do I wish I would have taken the French Guru's advice and begun back in 2002), Public Enemy, Tricky (finally caved in and bought his "Rough Guide" DVD, which is far better than I remembered after watching it at Julien's flat in Besancon), and my favorite recently, Bjork. Can't get enough of her earliest stuff, post-Sugarcubes.
And shit, who cares? I just felt like writing something. I'm not going to worry about whether or not it is interesting anymore, because little is in this world anyway. Quantity over quality, I say. That's how mother nature works. At least according to something I heard on NPR about the reproductive systems of mammals.
