this town don't look good in snow
you don't care, I know...
*
been staring at my navel for over a decade, and if I had access to my old files it'd be longer than that. there's only so long one can do this thing, regardless of medium, be it online or just writing it for your own gratification. an aunt related to me how she came across some journal writings from the '80's, talking about her books and library and such. she noted how I made a lot of the same remarks as I did, about how random the books we collect are and how it defines certain periods of our life.
I'm blessedly free from essentially all that anymore. lost it all, water damage, bad loans, poor choices in life. chalk it up as being someone who always knew better but never really considered the ramifications of their choices, despite making bad ones repeatedly over the years.
*
I did have some smooth '70's pop on but moved on to Abbey Road, side two. I figure it is no small thing that I realized the beauty of this album from start to finish long before it was held up as the standard for Beatles records. My LP, who knows who purchased it or where it came from, I stole from my parents long before they realized it was missing and played it nonstop while I was writing my first real paper in high school. My soundtrack to egyptology in 1989. But enough of this.
Time to move on. I've had a year to get my crap together, and while I had some idiocy to deal with, and I've had to pass on a few prime jobs, I've done nothing but sit on my ass and feel sorry for myself. Listen to music, watch a lot of tv, catch up on all the programs I haven't seen the last several years. Watch a lot of Seinfeld.
So.
*
So.
I've read a lot. Mostly online, and compared to what I was reading ten years ago, it's all crap. I'm trying not to be snobbish or hateful but really. Half the sites out there are just forums for reposting what has already been said before. The other half are just saying what everyone else is saying. I know this is a bad generalization, and based upon pop culture, but...
So. I'm checking out. Calling it quits. Not necessarily here, but I've already cut down on the FB, email, I checked the Twitter for the first time in nearly a year just last week and realized I'm not missing anything. I'm a bit fed up with this idiocy that I've been a part of for over 25 years.
*
I made a note a couple weeks ago how long it took to install a printer over twenty years ago. Before it was hook cable up, load multiple disks for the next hour, done. I got a wireless scanner/printer/etc that, after multiple software upgrades, finally was functional after five hours. Not to say that it isn't the coolest thing I've ever purchased, but it shouldn't be this difficult.
My point is: It shouldn't be this difficult. I'm gonna go read a book, drink some coffee, have a smoke, and consider neo-luddism.
Cheers.
*
been staring at my navel for over a decade, and if I had access to my old files it'd be longer than that. there's only so long one can do this thing, regardless of medium, be it online or just writing it for your own gratification. an aunt related to me how she came across some journal writings from the '80's, talking about her books and library and such. she noted how I made a lot of the same remarks as I did, about how random the books we collect are and how it defines certain periods of our life.
I'm blessedly free from essentially all that anymore. lost it all, water damage, bad loans, poor choices in life. chalk it up as being someone who always knew better but never really considered the ramifications of their choices, despite making bad ones repeatedly over the years.
*
I did have some smooth '70's pop on but moved on to Abbey Road, side two. I figure it is no small thing that I realized the beauty of this album from start to finish long before it was held up as the standard for Beatles records. My LP, who knows who purchased it or where it came from, I stole from my parents long before they realized it was missing and played it nonstop while I was writing my first real paper in high school. My soundtrack to egyptology in 1989. But enough of this.
Time to move on. I've had a year to get my crap together, and while I had some idiocy to deal with, and I've had to pass on a few prime jobs, I've done nothing but sit on my ass and feel sorry for myself. Listen to music, watch a lot of tv, catch up on all the programs I haven't seen the last several years. Watch a lot of Seinfeld.
So.
*
So.
I've read a lot. Mostly online, and compared to what I was reading ten years ago, it's all crap. I'm trying not to be snobbish or hateful but really. Half the sites out there are just forums for reposting what has already been said before. The other half are just saying what everyone else is saying. I know this is a bad generalization, and based upon pop culture, but...
So. I'm checking out. Calling it quits. Not necessarily here, but I've already cut down on the FB, email, I checked the Twitter for the first time in nearly a year just last week and realized I'm not missing anything. I'm a bit fed up with this idiocy that I've been a part of for over 25 years.
*
I made a note a couple weeks ago how long it took to install a printer over twenty years ago. Before it was hook cable up, load multiple disks for the next hour, done. I got a wireless scanner/printer/etc that, after multiple software upgrades, finally was functional after five hours. Not to say that it isn't the coolest thing I've ever purchased, but it shouldn't be this difficult.
My point is: It shouldn't be this difficult. I'm gonna go read a book, drink some coffee, have a smoke, and consider neo-luddism.
Cheers.
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