lamdalamdalamda

rain has canceled one of my excursions into the darkness, so i'm on the computer, taking it easy...it's weird being at home for more than a couple of hours at a time, without my brain being buried in a dvd, or composing something. i have too many emails to respond to, too many unfinished essays to make more boring, and too much deleuze to misread. i should probably be making apologetic phonecalls, but i've got toshimaru nakamura filling the air with static electricity, and the movie "stay" on my mind. i want be mickey spillane, or norbert weiner.