Since I am unable to do any real work at the moment, I decided to fiddle with my Livejournal Interests for a good while. I'd say I performed a more or less 40% modification. The initial purpose was to rid the list of the more general interests and replace them with more specific ones. For example, I replaced Indian Food with Korma and Vindaloo. The purpose is to define myself in a more explicit manner. Whether I have succeeded or not, I don't know. It was a mildly interesting amusement, however, which ate a...
Depression is annoying, especially depression which seems to have no basis. It's been creeping up on me all day (stealthily, I might say, though I could sense something growing) and has now reached a plateau. It's hard to think. It's hard to function. Why? What causes this? It consumes me about once weekly with varying intensities. Should I go on anti-depressants? I surely don't want to. ...
### Total volume of music About 500 cds (plus another 500 in storage in Munich). On the hard drive, I have over 30 GB of stuff (mostly ripped cds, but also downloaded thinghies). ### Last CD I bought Opeth - Ghost Reveries. ### Song playing right now аквариум - сварог. ### Five all-time favorite songs (I am only listing things which would be, by most, considered songs as opposed to compositions.) Slapp Happy - Scarred for Life Peter Hammill - Touch and Go аквариум - Маша и Медвед The Church - The...
I am sitting here alone with my fan at work. The fan is not very conversational, so I came to the conclusion that rambling a bit here would be a good substitute. It doesn't converse, though it does emit a nice whirring noise that is pleasant and nullifies the stifling silence of the office. Today has been a relative waste (other than the spinach salad that i concocted earlier, that is). Relative to the weekend and the whole of last week. I awoke at 15.00, stumbled around the flat for a bit, sat down, smoke...
After going to the crazily overpriced Iron Maiden gig in the very stuffy T-Mobile arena at Výstavyště full of more than 20 000 heat-generating humans (and one cat), Patricia, Habosh, Rostej, et. al., and I went to a pub to drink beer and smoke pot. During the course of the evening, Patricia began to give Habosh Spanish lessons. He got to learn very important and useful phrases such as "No puedo trabajar porque estoy colocado." Soon I suspect he'll be ready for a job interview in Spain. This has certainly b...
I went with Patricia and Michal to see Guapo last night in a dirty little club in Strahov. It was a bizarre but brilliant concert. I met Michal at 5 and we took the bus up the hill and ended up (como siempre) in a pub whilst we waited for the doors to the club to open. After two beers, Patricia showed up (in all her Spanish splendour) and we continued with a third beer. We were going to eat something, but since, after all, beer is liquid bread, we didn't bother. We stumbled to the club and encountered the b...
Drunk in the morning. Well, I guess noon is morning for me. Just me and the cats here, and, of course, the ubiquitous wine and freestanding velbloud. I played rummy with Michal last night. It was brilliant. I hope to see Patricia tonight, but hope is a bland thing. I've had no dreams that I can recall since returning from Maja. Perhaps the alcohol snuffs them. I should go to work. Oh, **GOD**, life is bitter and absurd. Now it is time for my final cigarette.     ...
http://polaris.fucksheep.org/boc_astronomy_w_stephen_king.mp3 After reading the whole 'Dark Tower' series by Stephen King over the last week, I find this nostalgic bit of music. It is not exactly connected, but, for sure, interesting. The aforementioned novels are possibly a bit of pop culture, but I enjoyed them immensely. The characters have a resonant depth, and when each of them died, I was gripped with emotional pain. Maybe it breaks no new ground like James Joyce or Tolkien did, but it is, nonetheless...
Acy, you told me four years ago that you liked this song. Finally, I got the CD again (the original was stolen by someone who is a friend of us all). http://polaris.fucksheep.org/peter_blegvad/Downtime/14_-_Say_No_Now.mp3 Pa pa pa... ---------------- Commentaries: Tony: > Stolen by whom? Me: > I won't say. I'll leave it to your imagination. Acy: > I don't really remember the song too well, except for a hint of recognition at the chorus :) But it really brought back that time in my life, and that vis...
I woke up this morning clutching my penis. Strange because I did not have any sexual dreams. I dreamt about Fort Stockton, as I usually do, but of a surreal Fort Stockton. I walked along what I suppose was Main Street, past the strange and outdated drugstore which still served fountain drinks -- the one Chris and I went to some years ago -- the one Acy and I went to after visiting Joni when I was still in that rabid High School. I turned right, along Guadalupe Avenue, if that exists. I don't remember. I cam...
