Conflusion

So, it’s miles off from the full moon and everything’s gone a little weird.

I think I’m having fun. In principle at least.

I keep on not thinking about what I’m saying and just splurging random sentences based on things I can see or smell or am remembering. Poor Mr Subliminal had to put up with me randomly running around town and buying musickyness for most of today. Then I got dinner cooked for me by the household of love…or something like that. Lovely people. Aubergine and onion stuff in pitta. Mmmmmmmm…mm.

Anyway, I’m at work for five hours…then quickly changing into my gladrags and jetting off to Bi-fest to watch two of my friends DJ for a couple of hours. Judging from the music that each of them usually prefers it’s likely to be a rather interesting mix of breakcore and twee indie. However…with a maniac adult baby and tiny, lovely weirdo on the old spinning platters, it’s hard to know what to expect.

I hope to have fun.

Anyway, the point is that it’s all been confusing. I spend too much money on records, but they sound like very good records so far. Organisation has been week.

I had a day of lazy yesterday, which only survived until about sixish..when I started rushing around town like a giant headless chicken. Fun was had…but it seemed to be a lot of effort. I still need to catch up on sleep and am refusing to let myself. My hope is that after this weekend I will have damaged my liver so much that it’ll make me want to give it a break for a while and just play like a nice normal kid for a couple of days.

I appear to be favouring the abstract.

Not many people can accurately explain what’s going on. I don’t know if that’s my fault or theirs. I probably should have trusted my instinct not to smoke any today…but even just one has sent me a little sideways.

Keep focussed on the fun.

Everything’s been weird for a while. For those that don’t know…I broke up with Siggy. This has been weird, but theoretically remains a good thing. I don’t particularly want to go into it.

Anyway, it’s not been that that the weirdness is focussed upon. I appear to just be having mild communication issues. Thoughts are jumbled and loose.

It’s not like I’m lost…just confused.

And spending a lot of my time too tired to do what I want to do.

On the plus side, I watched I heart Huckabees again the other night. It’s a wonderful film. I’d understand if lots of people wouldn’t like it, but personally, I think it’s definitely lovely.

It should be pretentious, but instead seems to pursue a rather unique goal of making the philosophical the everyday. Everything is indeed the blanket.

But, yeah…I think it’s nice, by trying to live philosophy rather than just talking about it, you get somewhere closer to something special. Taoist talk again (I’ve been reading the Tao of Pooh, which i don’t think what the I Ching meant when it told me to consult the oracle, but what the heck).

Anyway, I liked it, I can see how many wouldn’t. It does deal with things an a rather saccharine way, but then…i think there’s a lot of sadness in there. It’s just kind of cartoonified. But perhaps that’s part of the point. The film talks about living a philosophical life, but is forced to take place in a world that inherently fits the philosophy. The world is simplified and the whole piece is as detached from reality as philosophical thought so often seems.

I think I’m overusing the word Philosophical without saying what I think it means.

Whaddya gonna do?

So yeah, how should one approach life?

Feet on the ground…or in the air? Grounded or Aired? Full of reality or full of nonsense?

Fantasy or whatever else there is?

I do wonder.

What do you think?