a brillant idea

it's late at night, and i've just had a wonderful idea. but it's a surprise, so i'll tell you more later.

tea with no milk

i'm sitting at work and i'm alone. i'm a little tired and i'm sure that there is vermin closer to me at this moment than the next human being. it feels nice. people are nice, but sometimes you just want them to go away and be alone. like right now.

there aren't many things to write about. i feel like all the stories that will ever exist have been told and mostly told well. but where one author fell down another picked up and made it beautiful again.

what am i going to do with this wasting life. is it okay to spend it only doing the things that i love, while occasionally despising something just to make money to finance what i want to do? can i poo-poo my mother's convention of marriage and child bearing and just run away to europe? will the questions ever stop? can i be annoyed that my aimless wondering has doomed me to a little bit of loneliness? blah. too many questions.

sleep pretty baby. won't you sleep?

(ASKMYBRAINANSWERMYHEART)

So I've had several hours on my hands to search the internet and not really much to learn from it (not because I'm super smart, but because I'm super Gen-Y and believe that I know all I need to know, and anything I don't I'll blame on Gen-X, the jerks).

I've been blog surfing. And I use the term 'surfing' very loosely.

Meet BrainBoy. I don't look at their profiles. What's not in their writing I don't need to know. I assume he's somewhere in his early twenties because he's still at home, working full-time (it seems) and has mother issues. I don't think he'll admit that last one so easily, but he's a human person with a human mother and by the amazing process of deduction, that is my conclusion. I'll text Watson later. Oh, and he's single and afraid that he's too attractive to other men.

He kind of reminds me of my friend Dale. Except Dale's fears are grounded in come-ons and pick-up lines from all sorts of men, and he probably has a longer track record of men approaching him than women. Stellar guy though.

This guy is passionate and keenly aware of his artistic ability. What attracted me to his blog was his pictures of lamps. I love lamps. Within themselves they conceal both darkness and light. They romantically glow and are mysteriously enticing. They're beautiful. And it reminds me of... well... how to explain? I'm reading Steinbeck's East of Eden right now and he describes the flowers in the field as a beautiful array of colour accentuated by the patches of white in the petals. Because in that absence of colour, colour is heightened. I don't know if Steinbeck was aware of the electromagnetic spectrum and that white is a combination of all colour wavelengths in the visible spectrum (crucify me physicists), but that's what a lamp is for me. It's the source of light that reminds me of the darkness. I like the darkness. It's safe.

Anyway, BrainBoy is sensitive in a very metero kind of way and like most guys these days suffers from a crippling de-masculinity that will appear cute to some (most) girls. He obviously loves and wants to love, and it'll be interesting to see if he's interesting. I think I'll keep him as a piece of furniture in my life- at least for a month or so.

Also, just on an irrelevant side note- I think he's heart is bigger than his brain, which causes all sorts of biological problems.

Things I enjoy #47

I enjoy going for walks through the CBD while listening to country music on my iPod.

Why?


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Because I stick it to The Man!

The Shack

How can a book be that good?

Because you're taking it too seriously. Geez! Wait for more on this, but I'm reading about it now and GEEZ!!