Here I am multitasking again. I’m writing two emails, writing a review of a book on amazon.com, cleaning my room (not done, but getting closer), and trying to solve a problem of proportion in a design project I’m working on. As if that weren’t enough, apparently I’m now writing a new entry for my weblog. Huzzah. Let’s hear it for an overactive mind and an involuntary tendency to never think that I’m doing quite enough.
Moving on.
Does anyone else here think that The Velvet Underground is the shit? Seriously, I’m listening to Peel Slowly and See right now and, as is the case most times I listen to it, I’m just short of being amazed. I know that’s phrased a little weird, but it’s meant to mean that it’s very, very good. It’s good in the way that Dada (art)^-1 is good. It’s good in the way that a blustery November day in Cleveland is good. It’s good in the way that a gin-and-tonic with too much gin (is there such a thing?) is good. Hopefully you’ll get what I’m feeling.
So I just told my buddy Organic that I want a time machine so I can go hangout with Kerouac and Ginsberg. How cool would that be? Amazing, I tell you. It would be fucking amazing. But since that isn’t exactly going to happen, I’ll probably spend three hours before I go to bed reading a bunch of poems by Ginsberg and another 30 pages of On The Road.
Oh how I love books! Anyone who’s ever seen my room can attest to the fact that it’s overflowing with books and magazines. It’s an addiction, I’m sure of it. A positive one, yes, but an addiction nonetheless. Last time I tried to count all the books and other volumes in my room, I lost count somewhere around 850. Or was it 950? Either way, I’m up to my eyeballs (or more than that, really, as 2/3 of my book cases are taller than I am) in books. And I’m loving every minute of it.
To be completely honest, it is not within my capacity to really comprehend the psychology of individuals who do not enjoy reading or, even worse, specifically dislike and avoid it. But then I may be preaching to the choir, as it were, as if you didn’t like reading in the first place, then you wouldn’t be readin this. This, of course, assumes that there’s more than about two people who ever read this blog o’ mine, which there very well might not be.
And now I’m just getting more and more random and the other things I’m working on aren’t going anywhere, so that’s enough for tonight. I’ll likely post tomorrow night, as I expect tomorrow to be thoroughly intellectually underachieving and I’ll undoubtedly need an outlet of some sort.
