- Hermann Hesse
I'm pretending.
Sane?
Meh. Gnite. Sanity's for the weak at heart.
Something thoughtful,
Ian
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Insanity
When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane.
- Hermann Hesse
I'm pretending.
Sane?
Meh. Gnite. Sanity's for the weak at heart.
Something thoughtful,
Ian
- Hermann Hesse
I'm pretending.
Sane?
Meh. Gnite. Sanity's for the weak at heart.
Something thoughtful,
Ian
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Heres a theory for you to disregard completely
It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them.
- Isabel Colegate
So my mind doesn't shut off. Never has. Hopefully never will. I'd like to think that it always produces something noteworthy, or at least, something that will further my progression in life, but normally it is just a revamping of old thoughts, regurgitation of stale memories with tacked on emotion, or the subtle twinge of hunger.
As for this very second, i am facing a mixture of fear, happiness, optimism and nostalgia.
Fear: I think its healthy to fear the state of the world. It might just be my cynicism fighting back the aforementioned endorphin-laden optimism that will be explained later, but i am genuinely scared for the future. It seems that so much good is coming out of the heightened awareness of my generation, but i wonder if it will prove enough to truly counterbalance the deepest American values of prejudice, deceit and selfishness. I mean, i have seen so much progress in my short time as a conscious being, but its the small events, living next to a neo-nazi fuck who used to be a close childhood friend, that make me wonder if were destined to circumnavigate. Fashion is going 90's grunge/60's counterculture, music is being pressed through some 80's electronic meat grinder (evidence: "Intimacy" by Bloc Party, "Its Blitz" by YYY's... ps. RIP Nick Zinner's guitar presence via the reincarnation of Gwen Stephani through the once wet-dream worthy banshee, Karen O) and Limp Bizkit touring Summer 09'...
I fear.
Happiness: Comes directly from an amalgam of nostalgia and optimism. I can still look around my room and see remainders of the past; whether it be the torturous Radiohead tour poster i spent way too much(read:perfect amount) on, the bag of Tahitian sand that will never leave my dresser (thank you KaPow), various photos from a long and truly enjoyable love affair that may just find its happy ending some day, or just a reminder that we are playing Silverlake Lounge on April 9th and i "better have the solo from Promise To Arpeggio down and ready to soar..." It is always comforting to be able to see both where i have been and where i hope to go in the same mental screen shot.
This is my life, my mind doesn't pause. I hope this helps.
And thus it begins, my Internet confessional. Read me, or don't.
Something Thoughtful,
Ian
- Isabel Colegate
So my mind doesn't shut off. Never has. Hopefully never will. I'd like to think that it always produces something noteworthy, or at least, something that will further my progression in life, but normally it is just a revamping of old thoughts, regurgitation of stale memories with tacked on emotion, or the subtle twinge of hunger.
As for this very second, i am facing a mixture of fear, happiness, optimism and nostalgia.
Fear: I think its healthy to fear the state of the world. It might just be my cynicism fighting back the aforementioned endorphin-laden optimism that will be explained later, but i am genuinely scared for the future. It seems that so much good is coming out of the heightened awareness of my generation, but i wonder if it will prove enough to truly counterbalance the deepest American values of prejudice, deceit and selfishness. I mean, i have seen so much progress in my short time as a conscious being, but its the small events, living next to a neo-nazi fuck who used to be a close childhood friend, that make me wonder if were destined to circumnavigate. Fashion is going 90's grunge/60's counterculture, music is being pressed through some 80's electronic meat grinder (evidence: "Intimacy" by Bloc Party, "Its Blitz" by YYY's... ps. RIP Nick Zinner's guitar presence via the reincarnation of Gwen Stephani through the once wet-dream worthy banshee, Karen O) and Limp Bizkit touring Summer 09'...
I fear.
Happiness: Comes directly from an amalgam of nostalgia and optimism. I can still look around my room and see remainders of the past; whether it be the torturous Radiohead tour poster i spent way too much(read:perfect amount) on, the bag of Tahitian sand that will never leave my dresser (thank you KaPow), various photos from a long and truly enjoyable love affair that may just find its happy ending some day, or just a reminder that we are playing Silverlake Lounge on April 9th and i "better have the solo from Promise To Arpeggio down and ready to soar..." It is always comforting to be able to see both where i have been and where i hope to go in the same mental screen shot.
This is my life, my mind doesn't pause. I hope this helps.
And thus it begins, my Internet confessional. Read me, or don't.
Something Thoughtful,
Ian
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