so terribly un-amish
since my last laptop inexplicably died, and somewhere around the time i found new reasons for and interest in words and language, i decided i needed to take this all more seriously to both post silly stuff like this to amuse myself and others, and to try to get back into writing. i have more respect for words than i do a lot of the people in this world, though the ones i keep company with lately share a similar point of view, or at least believe in something.
defying all the laws of al gore's first internet and amish tradition, i'm sitting in my apartment typing away, and somehow when i'm done, this will be sent off, sans wires. the kid in me still thinks that's pretty fucking cool. i mean, really, go airport, and go steve jobs, though he could stand to change thoses jeans once in awhile, being a billionaire and all.
i used to scribble half asleep, and i suppose now i'll bang out things replete with typos and reasons i should not think myself a writer at all, but somewhere something should emerge. i have a pretty good feeling about that, because these days -- irish, or no -- i seem to have a good feeling about a lot of things.
on the stereo now: loudon wainwright III. rufus' dad, and a pretty good songwriter. better than coldplay, even.
defying all the laws of al gore's first internet and amish tradition, i'm sitting in my apartment typing away, and somehow when i'm done, this will be sent off, sans wires. the kid in me still thinks that's pretty fucking cool. i mean, really, go airport, and go steve jobs, though he could stand to change thoses jeans once in awhile, being a billionaire and all.
i used to scribble half asleep, and i suppose now i'll bang out things replete with typos and reasons i should not think myself a writer at all, but somewhere something should emerge. i have a pretty good feeling about that, because these days -- irish, or no -- i seem to have a good feeling about a lot of things.
on the stereo now: loudon wainwright III. rufus' dad, and a pretty good songwriter. better than coldplay, even.
posted by quickstuff at 16.9.04
1 Comments:
it's funny you should write this musing because i was thinking the same thing. i think this blogging business might be the best and worst thing that has ever happened. it's awful because everyone's doing it. but it's great in that it makes you write, warts and all. i think the surrealists and dadaists would've blogged. yeah, i'm pretty confident in that.
i'm glad i made you laugh on my posting about my mother. that was written with only the purest frustration driving it. we should swap family tales sometime. perhaps kath's birthday?
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