I like folk music

I wish I could remember all the things I thought about as I walked to work this morning. They were prolific and made me feel like I was going to get something accomplished today. Well, now I'm in the office and the feeling has worn off. My soul is sucked dry and it's only 11:30 on a Monday. Merh! Such has become my life, only because I let it. Talk to me at 5, and my opinions might've shifted - let's hope so.

I think I'm turning into a mean person. I don't mean to, but lately I feel like I've been rude/mean more often than not. I have no excuses for this.

Right now I'm reading this manifesto. I picked it up this past Fall in my college bookstore. A plain white book. Opened it up and it got straight to the point. Nestled inside was a red page with the same info as in the "manifesto" link above. I'm less than half-way through. I love it and then I hate it. The sentences make me cringe and break my heart. It's completely relatable, especially at this point in my life where I feel unsure of my actions. Am I doing the right thing? Am I doing enough? Am I setting myself up for success or complete failure? Where am I going? What am I doing? What's it all for? Who? Why? What else would I be doing? I want to travel overseas. I don't even have a passport. I want someone to take a chance on me. I need to take a chance. I feel very unsure with life choices right now.

I got old and restless. I had a sense of responsibility to develop. I had to respect my health.
I was romantic. I wanted to see the world. My life was dead. I wanted out. I wanted to live other lives, to live in a village in Mongolia, to see people that talked different, looked different, to walk in landscapes, to see what trees and fields looked like. I wanted to live in cities, to see traffic, hear loud voices, jackhammers pounding. I wanted to spend nights under bridges everywhere in America, not to have proper supplies, money for food, to walk on a roadside under hot sun and kick the dry filters of cigarettes. I wanted to go to other countries, to be in danger, unprepared, ignorant. I wanted to see what there was on this and every other planet.
....
On a damp and drear late afternoon in Idaho I huddled my knees and hugged myself below the crest of a hill. I said: "Fucking Idaho."

It's made for twenty somethings. As is this album. Neil Young. Mmm.

Lunchtime.

I just found this, things to think about... and I like it. Especially this drawing doodle.

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Oh. And I had a friend over last night and we were listening to music and laughing and she said, in a semi-accusatory tone, "You really like folk music." And I said "excuse me?" And she repeated herself. Then I almost got defensive about it, but then I said, "I do. It's good. I like music with stories, and folk is usually good for that. You better not be judging me, I like a lot of other music, too." (this is paraphrased, of course.)

Robots, and other things I hate.

Robots are the worst. Kind of like tuberculosis, or monsters under the bed, or Hillary Clinton. They're all bad. Except for that movie with the Savage brothers, something with "Monster Under My Bed" in the title, maybe "Don't Tell Mom That The Monster Under My Bed Took Us To His Underground Lair With Lots of Stairs and Boxes." Something like that. Wow. Ben Savage is looking real good these days, real good.

So, why do you hate robots?, you ask. Well, duh! Why wouldn't I? They're evil outsourcing bastards! They steal jobs from capable, hardworking humans, and that is just downright unacceptable! Also, they terrify me. Blame it on my paranoia and Arnold Schwarzenegger (yeah, good luck spell check - wow. it got it, that's amazingly odd, though not at all because he's the highest and most powerful robotic form), he didn't just play a robot as coincidence, he is one. And a damn charismatic one at that! Have you seen "Junior" or perhaps, "Twins" - both co-starring Danny Devito (who[m] I love!)? Amazing. AND KINDERGARTEN COP!!!

Yes, I have been thwarted by the robots. It turns out this job that I just started two weeks ago - which I'm very much enjoying, might I add - is going belly-up and moving to a coastal robot factory at the end of the year. Kind of bums me out, mostly because it's a pretty sweet deal, and I really don't like looking for jobs, interviewing, and that whole stupid process. Though, maybe I'll be able to land a job with Oprah... I don't know how much better that would be seeing how as I'm also convinced that she, too, is a robot.

Robots ruin everything. Everything. And clowns. Make a movie about a clown robot, and of course it's evil, and most definitely I will not be going to the theater to see it, or even renting it when it comes out. Thank you "It." Thank you Stephen King. He's a really great writer I must admit, have you ever read, "Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption?" Amazing. Soooo good, I love it, a lot.

Alright, I'm losing my train of thought because one of my co-workers is making courtesy welcome calls to let people know that their online business profiles are up and running, and he's speaking unbearably loud so I'm finding hard to concentrate on blogging (so much so that I first typed "concert" instead of "concentrate" - must be my subconscious, I really want to go to a concert, and soon! Thank goodness the Blues Fest is this weekend, thank goodness it's summertime in Chicago!). Also, he keeps saying, "Have a good/great afternoon." Umm, well, it's only 9:45am, so I'm pretty sure that it's not afternoon time anywhere that we're calling. I bet people on the west coast are not enjoying that.

Good day, and until I write and you read again. Farewell and adieu.

Horsemeat