Author: grid

There is some kind of link between creativity and sleep deprivation. This much seems painfully obvious. Synapses jump faster, or more eratically, or something. At the same time, other cognitive functions suffer… I never quite know whether I’m doing a good job, or whether it merely seems like I am. Is this RuPaul weblog really as interesting as I think it is? Or am I just terribly woefully tired?

Naked is fun. Unfortunately, when you’re in a relationship, I think there is this tendency for nakedness to get routine and, well, not boring, but just not as interesting anymore either. I wonder why this is. My room mate and I were speculating about the instinct for after-sex-talk. If all we (as males of the species) were interested in was progenation, then we’d probably never stick around for the after-sex-talk. Slam-bam-thank-you-mam… yet, it had to have been somehow advantageous for the man to get to know the woman, find out everything about her… from her eating habbits to her favorite hangouts just about any other nearly-useless detail we can wring from her.

I think that instinct may be a bit too strong in me. I’ve always found the first few weeks of the relationship to be the most intense.

Don’t get me wrong, I think there’s plenty to be said about stability and commitment. I just want very little to do with them.

observations from my bed:

light is often yellow, especially when filtered through a lampshade which is light brown, and probably also especially when it’s from a lightbulb.

my ceiling is speckled.

chaos needs no prompting.

doors are particularly useless when one doesn’t care if one’s roommates can see one naked. however, doors have the suprise ability to function as things to hang other things from. This is espeically easy to facilitate when one owns a door-hanger-thingy, which hooks over the door, and offers many hooks from which to hang other things.

I wish my wardrobe had a desaturate feature.

keys are an interesting phenomenon of modern culture. what is the importance of keys, and what does it say about a person who never looses their keys verses a person who frequently finds himself without them? I am of the former persuasion, (I don’t remember ever loosing my keys,) and I wonder if as such a person, I am missing out on exciting adventures I would otherwise be enjoying if I lost them more often.

water is heavy.

the space shuttle can’t launch in rain. This is because the special heat-resistent tiles are somehow not water resistant. (or perhaps–here comes the observation part, I thought of this myself–perhaps at the speeds the space shuttle achieves in it’s short flight out of earth’s orbit the raindrops are like tiny bullets. I wonder what the speed of a bullet is compared to the speed of the space shuttle. I also wonder what is the speed of your average falling raindrop.

last observation: there are many types of hinge. hinges are a crutial part of modern society. without hinges we are lost (or unhinged). open and close, all day long, only here and there a tiny hinge protest… fixed quickly with WD40. all hail our mighty friend the hinge.

this game is probably the coolest and most addictive web based game I’ve played since bejewled. Replay value is zero though, so I won’t post my password.

speaking of time… imagine 16 hours in a Home Depot. I read through that this afternoon, and it was somehow extremely heartening. I don’t know why, but I really decided life is better knowing that I would not (now) undertake 16 hours in any store. Ever.

had an interesting conversation about time today. I realized that I was absolutely right when I was a kid, wanting to never “grow up” so that time stayed slow, the way it was suppose to be. Now it feels like so little time has passed since I started the job I’m at now, or since I was in college, or since I’ve been dating laura… all these things seem like yesterday, and when I try to recall all the multitudes of days between those events and now, I fade out somewhere around a week or two. I know things happened in between, and if they were anything like the past few weeks, too much happened, probably, but I can’t hardly remember but scattered events.

I’ll probably end up one of those old men who tells you the same stories over and over again.

I have karma police stuck in my head.

my new favorite band of the week: The Weakerthans. they’re absolutely amazing. And better lyrics by far than my last favorite band of the week, The Strokes. The strokes don’t have terrible lyrics, but they’re deffinetly not up to par with the weakerthans. I must buy their CDs posthaste.

Jolly good. Bugger me, I’m off.

Winter has arrived, like a long lost friend, and snow has sprung up covering everything like green grass in spring. I felt a weird sense of nostalgia when I got out of the shower this morning and it was so cold. The white blankets and sense of urgency remind me somehow of my junior year in HS, which was probably the last time I had to really struggle to make it to class regularly so early, and so cold.

I’ve sunk to the lowest depths! I actually used my laptop to surf for porn. It’s not that porn is the bottom of the barrel… I suppose I should look at it on the bright side.. Hmm. what’s the bright side of pr0n again? Um.

Yeah, no real post here. Nothing to see. Move along now.

Right then, cheerio.

oh! I thought for sure I’d already posted from the holliday. *sigh* such slack.

I’m in one of those future-reflective moods, thinking about my girl, how she’s all primed up for grad school, and I’m still wondering if I’ll ever get around to paying off the 2 grand I owe for my last semester at the university, (which somehow slipped past financial aid–those bastards). And she’ll probably want to move… something I’m not exactly ready/prepared to do. I sometimes fantasize about certain individuals having a more active role in my life… Twists of circumstance putting distance between potential romance. And then there’s the thought of a fresh start. A new job, home, city, that kind of thing. Whether I follow Laura to her city of grad school choice, or whether I stake out on my own, (I’ve been contemplating NY for longer than I’ve known her), it’s all just so mysterious and far off.

I don’t really know what I would do without minneapolis. I don’t really have that many people I consider friends I can’t live without, but at the same time there is quite the base of friends who I see infrequently, but regularly.

this is going nowhere. I don’t want to move. but it’s a feeling akin to nostalgia when you’re deep in fantasyland.

blogs I liked:
http://www.blackrobot.com/
http://www.instantenemy.com/
http://www.yeahtotally.net/
http://www.textism.com/

who knows why? not I. I think an interesting phenomenon is how bloggers link to one another, and how certain social circles of bloggers exist. I am such a newbie. I post with false english as second language to disguise how bad I really post.

Who cares? not I.