it’s almost a game…
increasing my friend count to 1365 (or whatever it happens to be)
knowing that several recent acquisitions are not friends of friends, or some other form people “people who don’t know THE REAL me, in REAL REAL life”
WAITING for them to get offended and unfriend me.
meanwhile, I got work to do.
hearing some music, a stready stream of unbroken fast 16th notes,
in groups of
6 followed by 4.
dotted quarter- quarter, that is.
I was playing triplets over it, three to a phrase…
which…. at least at this fast tempo…
is “so close to being the same…”
that it’s just trippy.
you are inclined to play
dotted 8th, dotted 8th (123 123)
then quarter (1234)
but, if you play THREE EVEN notes instead….
it is very close to being the same.
while paying my two months late cable bill today, “I” gave THEM advice on getting better deals than black friday (waiting till february, that is.)
If I actually did PIlates EVERY morning, would I
stop being out of it for hours afterwards, and just “weak” that night? smile emoticon
“No Artist Tolerates Reality.”
you got THAT right.
love coffeehouses where you have to enter a code to use the internet. If i can mange to NOT enter said code, I actually do things.
some people are perhaps very thoughtful, intuitive, insightful, intelligent in such ways. perhaps they are loving, perhaps they are less judging, through their own fault or through the fact that how they do or do not express themselves HAPPENS to remind me of angry mom, or not,
perhaps they are quiet, perhaps they see things.
I’m glad of them. they seem exceedingly rare,
those who concern themselves “not much if at all” with worldly everyday surface/boring things, to me at least.
if I’m NOT trying to use people to make me feel better, and I’m NOT seeking some kind of replacement for parental shortcomings….
then what the hell AM I seeking?
what’s that? to listen to other people?
…I don’t seem to want to do that.
I mean, I like my own thoughts.
what the hell…
have now missed FOUR THINGS (albeit, one of them was like 4 years ago, maybe more)
by either arriving AFTER they end,
going one day late and not realizing it was one day late till I got there.
thrice this year.
perhaps I’m senile already.
“Those who don’t believe in Magic will never find it.”
take that, Ayn Rand