On Disclaimers. And stuff

As much as i hate the self-absorbed-ness of "today, i did this" blog posts, i realise mine are increasingly steering that way..... kinda....and stuff.

BUT.

The best advice i've ever heard* is to "write what you know best".

*slight to moderate exaggeration for emphasis purposes

Don't Be A Star, Its Such A Drag

I have so much music that i never listen to.

Unfamiliar music is like cafes you always pass but never go to. It might be a clearly popular place too, and even warm and inviting looking, but the thought of potentially disliking it makes taking the plunge of actually going inside an ordeal from the outset.

I have found that the best way to combat new-music-anxiety is to have the album play while you clean your room. The distraction of the tidying takes the edge off the unfamiliarity. The songs do their thing, and you do yours, and everyone is happy.

But, the best part is that there is almost always a pleasant surprise to be had, much like the pleasant surprise of cleaning out your car, cos its that time of the year, and accidentally finding an average to awesome sum of money under the stuff under the seat.

What happens is, out of absolutely nowhere, suddenly you'll momentarily return to consciousness and go, "Wait a minute, what IS this?! Its SOOO GOOOD".

And VOILA! A favourite song is born.

Current favourite song: "Ooh La" by The Kooks.

On heych

Credit: Marc Johns

x = y = zed

Walking, vs other modes of transportation, from A to B =
Cooking and eating at home =
Deleting your Facebook account =
Not doing any of the above inflexibly=
Being ok with the word "inflexibly", even if its not a word =
Versatility and adaptability > Efficiency and conventionality=
Freedom.

The Rainbow Comes and Goes

Im the sort of person who is fascinated more by footnotes than the text itself, by references in passing, by vague allusions, by name dropping, and other such material of the supplementary kind.

I have no idea if there is actually a "sort of person" under whose category i could fall, but nevertheless, i have come to realise that my (usually incredibly superficial) knowledge (if i could even call it that) of random, widely varying things is essentially a by-product of this extreme curiosity for the peripheral. Except that for me, the peripheral = the crux.

I think its because im obsessed with the bottom line. The root cause. The context. The fundamental principle. I cant stand generality. The more i scrutinise the obvious, the more satisified i am. Somehow, it makes me feel like i am finding out the truth about things.

This is how i came to find the poetry of Wordsworth.

Do i even like poetry? Im not exactly even sure.
But at the moment, i really, really like Wordsworth. I like that he saw in the innocence, the instinctive wisdom, the beautiful simplictity of childhood, a greatness.

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
-"Ode: Intimations of Immortality From Recollections of Early Childhood"

I think Wordsworth gets my "sort of person".

On Confessions

I killed Facebook.

(Phew. Finally.)

Dear sleep,

Im sorry i have been neglecting you. My new friend Philippe takes up all my time. He shows me the coolest things, things like mirrored staircases. Things ive not seen. Things that are infinitely in-ter-res-tingggg. Like how they say in that Incubus song.
I miss you.
Even as i write this at 12:30am, i know you are thinking of me.
Know that i am thinking of you too.
I promise to be a better friend. Starting from tomorrow.

Love, nazy