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A few weeks ago, I was on the Hofstra University campus and I was listening to a conversation between some girl and a dude. The girl, apparently, was from out of state, and their topic of discussion was natural disasters. About how California has earthquakes and Kansas has tornados. Then she says something along the lines of, "I came to New York because there are never any natural disasters here. But then 9/11 happened..."
I get these eerie, apocalyptic vibes from time to time. I have since 2000, around the time W was elected. I've noticed how comfortably I live in comparison to a majority of the world, and how lost I'd be without this comfort. I can't imagine life without the Internet and Netflix, let alone hot water and food. I've never lost something worth holding on to. I've been living in stagnant coziness for my whole life, which might be why I create my own ups and downs in my head. It's not fear, really. I welcome loss, mostly because it comes with an awful lot of sympathy, relative to how great the loss is. Mostly I wish it would happen soon, because I'm tired of waiting. I'm expecting something real bad.
There's such awful shit happening everywhere. I dunno, I kind of feel the need to find spirituality or join a religion, only because I'm so goddamn lost sometimes. But I was never really one for believing in things that don't exist, and I'm mad lazy. Maybe Buddhism. Those guys just sit there humming.
I saw The Constant Gardener last night and thought it to be the best movie I've seen in theaters all year, better than Crash, which tended to be a little melodramatic. My only qualm with The Constant Gardener is the excessive use of handheld camera. It works in certain places, chase scenes and whatnot, but it shouldn't be used during calmer moments. I mean, get a Steadicam, for real. It's better than City of God, by far. Less hip, more mature. And so forth.
And finally, according to STAT! 1-hour Emergency Flush, by body is toxin-free and will be for the next hour or so. I sure hope they're right, because I confided in those five pills to make for a clean drug test. And the nurse at the front desk asked me, "Who told you to fill that out?" when I started writing my phone number on the form, so I said, "Nobody, but I figured..." and trailed off. And then she highlighted the areas I needed to fill out, including the phone number. I sure fucked that one up.
And I got a $40 parking ticket outside the medical center. I'm thinking about contesting it on the grounds that I didn't read the sign that said "NO PARKING THURSDAYS, SHENOY!"
I get these eerie, apocalyptic vibes from time to time. I have since 2000, around the time W was elected. I've noticed how comfortably I live in comparison to a majority of the world, and how lost I'd be without this comfort. I can't imagine life without the Internet and Netflix, let alone hot water and food. I've never lost something worth holding on to. I've been living in stagnant coziness for my whole life, which might be why I create my own ups and downs in my head. It's not fear, really. I welcome loss, mostly because it comes with an awful lot of sympathy, relative to how great the loss is. Mostly I wish it would happen soon, because I'm tired of waiting. I'm expecting something real bad.
There's such awful shit happening everywhere. I dunno, I kind of feel the need to find spirituality or join a religion, only because I'm so goddamn lost sometimes. But I was never really one for believing in things that don't exist, and I'm mad lazy. Maybe Buddhism. Those guys just sit there humming.
I saw The Constant Gardener last night and thought it to be the best movie I've seen in theaters all year, better than Crash, which tended to be a little melodramatic. My only qualm with The Constant Gardener is the excessive use of handheld camera. It works in certain places, chase scenes and whatnot, but it shouldn't be used during calmer moments. I mean, get a Steadicam, for real. It's better than City of God, by far. Less hip, more mature. And so forth.
And finally, according to STAT! 1-hour Emergency Flush, by body is toxin-free and will be for the next hour or so. I sure hope they're right, because I confided in those five pills to make for a clean drug test. And the nurse at the front desk asked me, "Who told you to fill that out?" when I started writing my phone number on the form, so I said, "Nobody, but I figured..." and trailed off. And then she highlighted the areas I needed to fill out, including the phone number. I sure fucked that one up.
And I got a $40 parking ticket outside the medical center. I'm thinking about contesting it on the grounds that I didn't read the sign that said "NO PARKING THURSDAYS, SHENOY!"
