on deliberation

so there's some terrible flooding in iowa right now, and some incredible pictures have been taken of the event. one particularly moving image depicted a man in his late 20s or so wading through waist-deep water in cedar rapids while holding a cat in each arm. both cats were orange tabbies, terrified of the turbulent waters swirling just inches below them. their names? fry and bender. i nearly wept.

i got drunk with lucas tonight at a blue-collar bar in town. the blue-collar bar's clientele this evening was surprisingly middle-class and collegiate, and i didn't see the 46-year-old ex-porn star that i bedded back in october (even though i'm pretty sure i saw her car in the parking lot). lucas and i talked soccer, the modern novel, sexcapades, and our upcoming date with the antiquated u.s. highway; or, our trip to new mexico and then to louisville. regarding the modern novel, we discussed the bare-bones empirical structure of a novel--an extended fictional narrative almost universally confined within the front and back cover of a hardback or paperback book. obviously, with the advent of the internet and sites like tufts university's perseus library, one can find various complete novels and shit like shakespearean plays online, but the experience of reading something from a page on the internet differs greatly from that of reading from a book in one's hands. in any case, our discussion led to the evolution of the novel through postmodernism, discussing obvious postmodern paragons such as calvino's if on a winter's night a traveler, delillo's white noise, and wallace's infinite jest, but once again, all of these fit snugly within the confines of the front and back cover. my question was as follows: is it possible for one to create a novel that defies the conventions of the front and back cover? a novel that requires more than just the right-to-left turn of the pages but that does not stoop to the level of a choose-your-own-adventure story or a mad lib or instructions for a scavenger hunt?

my time probably would have been better spent buying mixed drinks for the semi-cute girl with the nice tits and the mousy face.

i'm full of false promises

it's true.

i have insomnia. i should be asleep right now, but i can't keep my mind from wandering. generally, this signifies a state of depression, but i've been along way from nadirs of such for a couple of months now. sixteen months of misery is history. well, i can't say that every moment of that sixteen-month stretch was stricken with woe, but the moments of unadulterated happiness were fleeting, at best. i'm at work right now, listening to silberbart on the ipod, deliberating whether or not i should take a power nap. during the hours of darkness, power naps tend to make me even more tired. and that's if i can even relax my brain enough so that sleep has a chance of winning out over consciousness. does this make sense? if it doesn't, i'll just chock it up to 21st-century existence (or lackthereof?). this silberbart album rules.

perhaps tomorrow i should create a new entry full of profundities (or platitudes, depending on the reader's interpretation). girls like profound dudes, right? the less-discerning types, i mean. the girls who can see through the facade just roll their eyes and emit some sort of sardonic, even more platitudinous (or profound?!?!?) comment in response. if i'm lucky, they'll leave a comment.

yes, it's time for a power nap.

what

it's feburary 16

it's saturday afternoon, although it feels like saturday morning. i ain't done shit all day except upload albums and laugh at hillary/obama photoshops. my contribution to the common good is over there on the right. lately, i've been revisiting my mantra of my sophomore year of college: "please send me evenings and weekends." while i haven't listened to gang of four in a mayan cycle, the combination of sixty-hour work weeks with the newfound realization that i've got to get in shape and keep my apartment relatively spotless has really been draggin' me down. so what do i do with my leisure? what to do for pleasure? i've done absolutely nothing, and it's been an enormously relaxing day. now if i can manage to intersperse some social interaction in this evening, it will be a perfect day. maybe i can smoke a blunt and scarf down a couple ambien in the presence of some attractive members of the opposite sex. hell, any members of the opposite sex would be ok. in regards to getting in shape, i've been working out on a regular basis, and, now that all the junk food in my apartment has made its way through my intestinal tract, i've embarked on the path to healthy dieting. i've become addicted to tossing tofu and broccoli in a frying pan, queuing up ege bamyasi or some popol vuh on the itunes, and magicking myself up a delightful blend that's tastier and cheaper than anything i can get at taste of china. in fact, i'm cooking right now.

so last time i updated this thing, i promised more frequent entries. well, finally, i'm gonna deliver on that. updating the ol' blog is a great way to kill time at work, especially when people are in the office and i can't watch episodes of entourage and weeds on surfthechannel. while i can't upload albums, i can offer the teeming billions of folks who read this blog a few witticisms (hopefully!). so, f'real this time, I'M GONNA WRITE IN THIS SHIT!