New

I plan to do this more often, it bugs me that I don't have enough to add or say in this all the time.  The job I wanted so much gets in the way of the rest of me sometimes.  I feel like a million dissipating minnows at the touch of a toe in the water.  I could go any of a trillion ways right now.  I feel this need to surround myself with purely comforting things.  I want to feel that "home" is the most relaxing place in the world (wherever that is) and all I can say at the moment is that where home currently is, is not.  I'm stuck at the wiggle before the pounce.  I find it so cool that out of nowhere things like the right colour coffee table and the properly positioned vase can make me so happy.  It's something so simple.  I would rather that coffee table be in MY comfortable home though.  I've made a promise to myself tonight not to be unhealthy anymore.  I think as a general rule, that's a pretty good one.  No more eating shit, no more taking shit, no more talking shit...  I want things like yoga and walking and taking time for myself to be my solace.  Not the complaining and face stuffing I feel like I do so much of lately.  Maybe that novel is a good idea to start.  A plan to make a plan.  To move.  Sounds good.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

CHUCK PALAHNIUK, Choke

No Love For Nothing

Okay.  I'm writing a novel.  This will take years probably, and I'm not sure how to fit it in with all my book lists and coffee brewing...but it feels organic and right to me.  This will be non-fiction and will be roughly 80% autobiographical.  Or maybe 77%?

Exciting.

Generation Why?

Echo Boomers.  The MTV Generation.  The Millennials. 

Not friggin' even.

I have come to realize something.  Something rather serious.  It started as a question, a feeling that started (I think) early in high-school.  Now, I realize a lot of people have a lot of questions that start (they think) early in high-school.  But this one has only grown, and become more concrete over time...

And now, I know the answer.

I have always felt that I do not relate to my peers, my people.  Not just on an "interests/activities/about me" level.  On a way deeper, essence-of-my-being level.  This (I have smartly deduced) is because we belong to the first generation to have no true, unifying identity.  Think about it, since at least the beginning of the 20th century (and definitely far beyond that, really) every decade, every generation of people has  had a general identity.  Something to be known for.  The60's with their free love, and the 80's with their free drugs.  But not us.  Sure I was born in the 90's.  But I was not a part of the Seattle movement.  Or the Spice Girls.  Or Titanic.  My coming of age years belonged to a time where all we have is terrorist attacks and qwerty keyboards.  Obviously we have advanced on other generations' antics and achievements, but we have nothing to call our own.  Nothing new.  Nothing specific.  Just filtered re-hashings of times long passed.  Trends designed to to make us feel nostalgiac for things we never we were never even a part of the first time.  

We need an identifier.  Something to tie us to each other.  But for now we are just twittering along, updating our lonely, unrelatable statuses as we go...

Book List 2010

This is a New Year's resolution, to read all the books (in no particular order) on this list by Dec. 31st 2010. 

1. Chuck Klosterman IV: A Decade of Curious People and Dangerous Lives by Chuck Klosterman (finished)
2. Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman (finished)
3. Eating the Dinosaur by Chuck Klosterman
4. Love Is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield
5. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
6. Polaroids From the Dead by Douglas Copeland
7. Paint it Black by Janet Fitch
8. The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
9. Crank by Ellen Hopkins
10. Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel
11. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
12. Girlbomb: A Halfway Homeless Memoir by Janice Erlbaum
13. Cobain by Rolling Stone
14. Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
15. Collected Poems by Sylvia Plath
16. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
17. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
18. Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut
19. Junkie by William S. Burroughs

This list will probably be added to at least a couple times before the new year begins, and I'm allowing myself to remove only one book during the year that I can't get through or don't like, but if I do that then I have to fill its gap with another.   And none can be re-read until the others are finished.  Those are the rules.

                                    

Heads Will Roll

                               

New job, new leather jacket, new inspiration. 

Good things come to those who wait.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGxBTsmuRIk

 

Luck

It's easy to let little things cloud one's perception of the bigger picture sometimes. Trivial things seem to pop up or intercept what your focus should really be on. I try to weigh the importance of things that I get caught up in against what is of constant importance in my life. It becomes necessary to let a lot of those trivial little things fall by the wayside. Negative people or comments, the nagging feeling of how people perceive you at times. If you let it, it will eat you alive, and I want more from my life than that. I've come to have the support that I need. I have a connection to someone that I find fantastic in so many ways so much of the time. And I've learned the importance of family. I'm really lucky, underneath.

Lepers To Feed The Lepers

One thing that never ceases to amaze me is the mob mentality people adopt when they're too scared (or stupid) to form their own opinion. I haven't always been exempt from this, but after my share of social crucifixions I'd like to think I've learned a thing or two about going with (or against) the crowd. Don't fucking do it. It's so bullshit and unoriginal. I'd like to think people outgrow it, but the truth is it's so much easier (and much more socially acceptable) to be a faceless shit talker based on second (or tenth) hand information. Maybe it draws attention away from your own short-comings...maybe it feels really good to just tear someone apart. But there's humans and hearts at the center of it. Humans and hearts who have made mistakes, or chosen to go against your grain. Instead, spend your time on the things you love. Find a hobby. Get a paper route. Just keep your uneducated (or unappreciated) opinion to yourself.