Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying

Belle and Sebastian could not have said it better. I have felt this way all day. Let's see...list

Watching: SVU guilty guilty pleasure 7 episodes in a row for god sakes.

Reading: the paper

Listening: Camera Obscura: Let's Get Out of This Country

Loving: The return to Yoga

Hating: nothing actually

Irritated with: Forced upon "transitions"

I think the overall theme today was escapism intermingled with egocentricity, which makes a delicious cocktail. Everyone's been working out lately, or at least attempting-myself included. I think there's a great ebb and flow, and now we're entering the flow part. I don't mean to be vague, or do I?

The runny nose has made my mouth taste of saline which in a sense forced a childhood memory. When my sisters or myself we're coming down with something, there was no emergen-C, there was the ocean. My parents were younger and thus more willing to take us to the beach, after work at 4 or 5, in my opinion the perfect time to go, and throw us in the water. This was done to cleanse our body with the salt water. Placebo or not it worked always as I remember. It was a nice thing to think about when the professor was miles away speaking about Chomsky. Speaking of which, Howard Zinn died and so did our beloved litigious J.D. Salinger. R.I.P to our elegant 20th century friends.

Looking foward to listening to more music. I think I'm going to San Francisco.

First Blog of my Life

First I would like to warn future readers that my grammar and punctuation skills are dismal. Ever since the advent of first instant messaging then text messaging I have lost all of the elementary skills in writing (not to mention reading philosophical texts). I apologize in advance to those that still function without spellchecks. I created this for practice and discipline in writing. If you choose to read me do so lightly, without pretense because I myself offer none. (This is Daniel)

I believe that living and thinking about the present is key to any semblance of happiness, that is not to say, that pondering about the future and spending times regretting/reveling in the past is irrelevant. (See, I like negative/positive sentence structures, two positives that make a negative in the tone of sarcasm: yeah, right). Either way, I wish for daily reflection that means something or nothing, whichever.

I prefer listing sometimes in order to start a thought process so here it goes:

WHAT I AM CURRENTLY:

-WATCHING: Deadwood Season 1

-READING: Eat. Pray. Love. (jeez don't judge me)

-LISTENING: Bear in Heaven

-LOVING: My very own all-in-one wireless printer

-HATING: Blowing my nose

-IRRITATED WITH: Someone's certain mindlessness

So, Deadwood on HBO of course. After a long affair with The Wire, and constantly talking, dreaming, demanding people to watch this show, I decided let's put this aside and try watching something radically different. So, Deadwood on the insistence of Zach (that's my boyfriend) was that choice. Oh yes, in an effort to know a bit about myself, it's pretty important to list those around me that I speak and interact with on a daily basis. They're all males, go figure. Big Parenthesis!

Daniel: My roommate and bestie since we we're 7. I can still remember pogs and Green Day (circa Dookie) in the third grade with this fellow.

Zach: Boyfriend. We met about a year ago and have been together for a total of half of that year, we're very similar in character and this in turn causes great conflict, hence the total of a half year.

Michael: Bestie since age 14, this was Nirvana and heavier stuff. This man has seen and shared more teenage angst alongside me than anyone ever. He's a writer and a weirdo in a good way. Pretension is not lost on him.

Anyways, Deadwood. I made up a drinking game last night in the wee hours of the night while watching this show. Every time you hear c#$ksucker, cu*t or p*ssy, take a swig, guaranteed inebriation will ensue. This show is fantastic, I already dig it.

Well I wil go blow my nose now.