nummish (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nummish) wrote,@ 2006-07-10 00:19:00 |
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Manifesto
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Excerpt from my text messages "Sent Folder":
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Reality as a whole has given way to the dull, the dreary, the "everyday" .. There comes a time in history, where this gives way to art and beauty. This is referred to as a renaissance. What we need is a reality renaissance, and it is our job, the group of us, to usher it in.
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In the past week, I won 145 bucks in poker (as opposed to the generic losing everything), I dropped my sidekick in a river, rendering it useless. I got a new phone, which has been referred to as "the phone batman would use, if he used a phone, and wasn't a fictional character".
I've been getting a lot more sleep lately, but there's no physical evidence of this. Still look tired as hell. Still groggy in the mornings. But hey, what ya gonna do?
I saw Cut Chemist at waterloo park with the live video mixing thing that will probably be all the rage in years to come. Todd was there, so was another Todd, and Stu. It was hot, and dirty, but good. Later on, Cut Chemist DJ'd a set at Beauty Bar, which was fun, and hopping and all the cool kids were there. Well, I was.. which c'mon, really, what's cooler than me?
Any call that takes place at 3:45 AM after a fucked up friday night is bound to be odd. Last friday was no exception. What tends to be worse are long, drawn out goodbyes for no reason. The only thing worse than that is no goodbye at all. That lack of .. anything.. just tends to eat away at me. Maybe it's a personality disorder, maybe it's just other people being dicks. Whatever, I'm getting used to it.
I came to the realization this week, that despite my best efforts, my apartment refuses to learn to clean itself. I've tried being friendly, tough love, total ignoring and nothing. I'd ask the roomba for it's opinion, but it's been nursing that bottle of Crown all night and it's a bit of a surly asshole when it's drunk. So instead I gave in and cleaned my bathroom with my new found saturday morning.
-c
ps. I don't read the news or anything else with stories that make me sad, maybe I'm simpler for that fact, but just for the record.. no, I probably didn't notice whatever it was anyways.
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Excerpt from my text messages "Sent Folder":
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Reality as a whole has given way to the dull, the dreary, the "everyday" .. There comes a time in history, where this gives way to art and beauty. This is referred to as a renaissance. What we need is a reality renaissance, and it is our job, the group of us, to usher it in.
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In the past week, I won 145 bucks in poker (as opposed to the generic losing everything), I dropped my sidekick in a river, rendering it useless. I got a new phone, which has been referred to as "the phone batman would use, if he used a phone, and wasn't a fictional character".
I've been getting a lot more sleep lately, but there's no physical evidence of this. Still look tired as hell. Still groggy in the mornings. But hey, what ya gonna do?
I saw Cut Chemist at waterloo park with the live video mixing thing that will probably be all the rage in years to come. Todd was there, so was another Todd, and Stu. It was hot, and dirty, but good. Later on, Cut Chemist DJ'd a set at Beauty Bar, which was fun, and hopping and all the cool kids were there. Well, I was.. which c'mon, really, what's cooler than me?
Any call that takes place at 3:45 AM after a fucked up friday night is bound to be odd. Last friday was no exception. What tends to be worse are long, drawn out goodbyes for no reason. The only thing worse than that is no goodbye at all. That lack of .. anything.. just tends to eat away at me. Maybe it's a personality disorder, maybe it's just other people being dicks. Whatever, I'm getting used to it.
I came to the realization this week, that despite my best efforts, my apartment refuses to learn to clean itself. I've tried being friendly, tough love, total ignoring and nothing. I'd ask the roomba for it's opinion, but it's been nursing that bottle of Crown all night and it's a bit of a surly asshole when it's drunk. So instead I gave in and cleaned my bathroom with my new found saturday morning.
-c
ps. I don't read the news or anything else with stories that make me sad, maybe I'm simpler for that fact, but just for the record.. no, I probably didn't notice whatever it was anyways.
