when you've lived too long

you read through your diary

but it seems wrong, wrong, wrong

it's all wrong

the story of your life

a new set of memories

the old ones gone, gone, gone

the old ones gone

It's disconcerting to realize that no matter how unbelievably weird you think someone else is, someone else out there thinks the same about you. Some people find you completely and utterly unfathomable. That is unsettling, because the only thing you can fully fathom is you.

Stories like "The Matrix" and "The Truman" show inspire a sense of social ( Read more... )

Some people hate the rain. My initial reaction is misunderstanding, but that is short-sighted. I understand perfectly the connection of external stimuli to emotion based on previous experience and recurrent symbolism in the collective unconscious. After all, who wants to establish their own semiotic paradigms through new thought? What is the point ( Read more... )

I drove to Chick-fil-a while on lunch break from work. While I drove through the parking lot, I saw a rather large woman with messy blond hair, dark sunglasses, and crazy make-up driving a minivan who appeared distracted with numerous stimuli unrelated to safely operating her motor vechicle. She ran a stop sign which would have resulted in ( Read more... )

Crossposted to Facebook and my Media Theory blog.
http://cortexmeltdown.wordpress.com/2009/12/13/50-favorite-albums-of-2009/#more-121
My fifty Favorite albums of '09.

A girl I knew from a long time ago added me on Facebook. It's nice connecting from people from long ago and hearing things you never would expect.

First, my message to her...

Eric @ November 6 at 10:28pm
ahaha.. Thanks for the add! I don't know why you're one of the few people I remember from my Clermont Elementary School days. Probably because ( Read more... )

it's almost 1am and I'm doing something for work right now. Well, someone else finished up making up a tentive project schedule so I could put it into a proposal, so I'm reformatting it and adding it in. We were just waiting on her to finish it up. Not that it's her fault... her task was a bitch and a half and I'm glad it wasn't me preparing the ( Read more... )

It is hard to imitate the casual finesse of people like Gertrude Stein. Language is an amazing mechanism and its exploitation is underrated. My job has me use language in a finite world full of fastidiousness and flatness. The tangible is made intangible and the intangible is made tangible. We covet brevity over superfluousness, directness over ( Read more... )

One of the things I liked about my job was the fact that I had two other proposal writers/managers assisting me. They'd help keep me in check so I didn't have to worry about every single little variable ( Read more... )

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