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Nov. 5th, 2006 12:10 pm"I mustn't ask for reassurance for my insecurities, because
a) I'll never know if I was reassured because it was true, or because I asked to be
b) The fact that I felt insecure will feed into her insecurities, which will feed into mine, and we'll become an ever-accelerating Circle of Angst"
I love my mental processes sometimes. This one caused me to spend all of yesterday in bed with Good Omens / MSN, turn down a perfectly good pub invitation, and not get any work done. Still, I've been up and functional since half 8 this morning so it's not all bad.
LJ was down yesterday so I blogged on Myspace. I feel dirty. But I made the profile for good reason; to stalk Borderville. I saw them on Friday night and they blew me away. The recordings on the myspace are all sanitized versions of songs that, when they played them live, had enough power to completely destroy me and build me up again from nothing; you may not be able to understand what they are just from the recordings. But wow. Glam-prog. I... gah. Shards of my soul. Do I have the words? Perhaps not. Is there any way I can justify travelling to London to see them on the 19th?
Alive! Had I breathed all term before I heard them play?
I just used google to search for the exact wording of this quotation: The Aesthete Gives Characteristically Cynical Evidence, Replete with Pointed Epigram and Startling Paradox, while Explaining His Views on Morality in Art. And do you know what the second link was? an abandoned journal of mine! I am writing an essay, this week, on "morality in art". See how I am the person I made when I was 14? Six years of conscious self-construction of which I am the result!
a) I'll never know if I was reassured because it was true, or because I asked to be
b) The fact that I felt insecure will feed into her insecurities, which will feed into mine, and we'll become an ever-accelerating Circle of Angst"
I love my mental processes sometimes. This one caused me to spend all of yesterday in bed with Good Omens / MSN, turn down a perfectly good pub invitation, and not get any work done. Still, I've been up and functional since half 8 this morning so it's not all bad.
LJ was down yesterday so I blogged on Myspace. I feel dirty. But I made the profile for good reason; to stalk Borderville. I saw them on Friday night and they blew me away. The recordings on the myspace are all sanitized versions of songs that, when they played them live, had enough power to completely destroy me and build me up again from nothing; you may not be able to understand what they are just from the recordings. But wow. Glam-prog. I... gah. Shards of my soul. Do I have the words? Perhaps not. Is there any way I can justify travelling to London to see them on the 19th?
Alive! Had I breathed all term before I heard them play?
I just used google to search for the exact wording of this quotation: The Aesthete Gives Characteristically Cynical Evidence, Replete with Pointed Epigram and Startling Paradox, while Explaining His Views on Morality in Art. And do you know what the second link was? an abandoned journal of mine! I am writing an essay, this week, on "morality in art". See how I am the person I made when I was 14? Six years of conscious self-construction of which I am the result!
