'Then It Happened' by Milosh--a good song--I've pretty much put an end to indiscriminate music downloading, after I realized I had a couple thousand songs, about half of them as yet to grace the porches of mine ears.
Once summer starts there'll be no downloading, so the plan is to listen to what I've got, and be happy, gadnammit! Whatta bloody year. There's not been many posts here these past few months--mainly because the novelty of my Saskatoon living wore off--of course there was the flu as well--really, an uneventful life, both mentally and physically. One of those periods where I am summarily unimpressed with myself. I remember reading somewhere, "Sometimes I get sick of my own thoughts"...I didn't understand it at the time. And sometimes, the disconnect between what I desire and what I'm actually capable of resembles a chasm. But then again, been there, done that.
Anyshitballs, I didn't want this blog to turn into a cesspit of existential angst--unseemly methinks for a man my age--however, maybe that's what it is! Perhaps I should have filled the ideosphere with post upon post of gradeschool posturings and meanderings? Why not? Eh?
Reading back to the beginning of this blog has been an education--a nice little script of my obsessions, habits, and practices--perhaps, a prescription of what not to do?
Regardless, I've read some excellent books this year, all courtesy of my university courses...currently serving as inspiration and a kick up the arse...Sexing the Cherry by Jeannette Winterson, Lonely Londoners,--also Woolf's A Room Of One's Own--no I'm not an early twentieth century woman, but her exposure and censure of the status quo of her time--brill, as the english kids (used to) say.
One's worst personal attributes are usually the shadow of one's best qualities. I suspect I've followed what were previously successful practices to their not-so-shining nadir. Now, Watson, let us solve this conundrum.
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