I'll teach you what you want, the things you need to know

[raybear]

I feel like fcking Proust today, on the search for lost time, no matter how ill of a translation from the french that might be, except I'm not really looking for time but trying to give it away in bunches, at least the hours before 5 pm.
In other words, it's been a slow day. Though I've managed to make other uses of time, like sending dozens of e-mails and mailing off some items and even done some actual, y'know, work. It's still creep....creep....creep on the clock.

Though I've found some good reading.


"Those tens of millions have helped make Wal-Mart the single largest seller of pop music in America but you won't find anyone trampled during a sale of rap music with "explicit" lyrics because Wal-Mart doesn't sell those kind of CDs. Rifles, knives, handcuffs, or handgun ammunition? No problem. "

[Well, I don't have any problems with them selling handcuffs -- I mean, where else can my kinky brethren in the rural areas find gear?]


"We made a top 100 albums of the 90s more than ten years late!" aka, What's that saying about hindsight? Ah yes, it's the bearer of bad news.


Literary heights I'm NOT aspiring to -- especially if it involves Sting.

Comments

[milosh.livejournal.com]

oh raybear, you and your text messages :P thanks, buddy. it is a miracle, this new and fantastical thing we call air travel. makes you be in one place at 8am and half-way across the county two hours later! woah.

[brothernumber3.livejournal.com]

for some reason i am disturbed at the number of the top 100 list of theirs that i own. why am i disturbed? maybe because i thought i was original in my eclecticness. but alas, not so much.