Prologue: By the end of this entry we are gonna talk about lobotomies. Just so you know.
Yes, it has been a spell since I last wrote anything, but a do appreciate all the comments. It seems that when I go run and hide there is always more to see when I get back.
So since the last time I updated I haven't had any booze. That's a whole week, and I'm shooting for a month. I mean, that is not an unrealistic goal. I know that one week is really nothing, but when I sat back and thought about it I realized that I had not gone that long without booze for something like a year and a half...two years maybe. And I got to admit it is wierd, in a cool way, to have your brain work on one level of consciousness for that long. For some reason I get more opinionated when I'm dry...I will not really elaborate on what I mean by "opinionated" other than to say I get pretty confident with my opinions
Moving right along though. I got to mention this show I went to on Friday though. It was the Vanishing with Von Iva...yeah, cool shit. Sadly the Vanishing announced that they were going to cease being a band after that tour, and actually they already began the ceasing process before the show because one of the three members was not present. So it was bittersweet creepyness. They sort of gave it there fuck-it performance. It was really scary too because first of all the have this projector that shines across them, the walls, the stage, everything. So it sort of felt like you were driving down the autobahn, inside Tron and decending to hell all at the same time, and while this was going on the singer was dumping pitchers of water into the crowd and onto herself while she held the mic and stood near electrical equipment. When not doing this she was otherwise flailing around on stage, singing or playing the sax.
Yeah.
Anyway, I just got done writing my last final. Ten pages on animal consciousness. I'm happy with it and stuff, but reading all this psychology stuff with single sentences that run like...
"Although the internal, subjective nature of consciouness means that little evidence exists for its presence other than, for humans, as individual reports about integrative processes involving awareness, we posit that the evolutionary homologies/convergences across in brain function that lead to continuity (but not necessarily isomorphism) in cognitive processing also allow for (but do not necissarily lead to) convergence (but not necessarily isomorphism) with respect to consciousness."
...has sort of fried my sockets.
As I was sitting in the library typing and listening to the Loveless album in my headphones I realized I might be interested in getting a lobotomy and sitting next to a bay window for the rest of my life listening to My Bloody Valentine.
I might regret it at some point. So for now I'll put "Sometimes" on repeat and pass out.
current state:
lovebillyboy
ps- In addition to MyBloodyValentine, let's listen to lots and lots of Slowdive and lots and lots and lots of Khonnor (well, since he only has one album, listen to it over and over and over) and let's see where it takes us...
Yes, it has been a spell since I last wrote anything, but a do appreciate all the comments. It seems that when I go run and hide there is always more to see when I get back.
So since the last time I updated I haven't had any booze. That's a whole week, and I'm shooting for a month. I mean, that is not an unrealistic goal. I know that one week is really nothing, but when I sat back and thought about it I realized that I had not gone that long without booze for something like a year and a half...two years maybe. And I got to admit it is wierd, in a cool way, to have your brain work on one level of consciousness for that long. For some reason I get more opinionated when I'm dry...I will not really elaborate on what I mean by "opinionated" other than to say I get pretty confident with my opinions
Moving right along though. I got to mention this show I went to on Friday though. It was the Vanishing with Von Iva...yeah, cool shit. Sadly the Vanishing announced that they were going to cease being a band after that tour, and actually they already began the ceasing process before the show because one of the three members was not present. So it was bittersweet creepyness. They sort of gave it there fuck-it performance. It was really scary too because first of all the have this projector that shines across them, the walls, the stage, everything. So it sort of felt like you were driving down the autobahn, inside Tron and decending to hell all at the same time, and while this was going on the singer was dumping pitchers of water into the crowd and onto herself while she held the mic and stood near electrical equipment. When not doing this she was otherwise flailing around on stage, singing or playing the sax.
Yeah.
Anyway, I just got done writing my last final. Ten pages on animal consciousness. I'm happy with it and stuff, but reading all this psychology stuff with single sentences that run like...
"Although the internal, subjective nature of consciouness means that little evidence exists for its presence other than, for humans, as individual reports about integrative processes involving awareness, we posit that the evolutionary homologies/convergences across in brain function that lead to continuity (but not necessarily isomorphism) in cognitive processing also allow for (but do not necissarily lead to) convergence (but not necessarily isomorphism) with respect to consciousness."
...has sort of fried my sockets.
As I was sitting in the library typing and listening to the Loveless album in my headphones I realized I might be interested in getting a lobotomy and sitting next to a bay window for the rest of my life listening to My Bloody Valentine.
I might regret it at some point. So for now I'll put "Sometimes" on repeat and pass out.
current state:
lovebillyboy
ps- In addition to MyBloodyValentine, let's listen to lots and lots of Slowdive and lots and lots and lots of Khonnor (well, since he only has one album, listen to it over and over and over) and let's see where it takes us...
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You will be happy to know I wrote you a letter this week and it will be sent with your tape. Yes. I finally am getting around to doing that. Along with a fun something else that is pretty exclusive and you should feel happy to have. It's small and thin and paper-like, so don't get too excited.
You make me proud with your no-alcohol-ness. Congrats.
My lay advice: skip the lobotomy.
Congrats on the sucessful end of a school year. What's in store for the summer months?