Terrible is in Fashion
Well I knew but I've forgotten because everyone keeps asking
How come they feel so terrible if terrible is in fashion?
-Double Life, MG
Just A Bit
The children are wired, headphones taped to their ears, their heads bobbing up and down as they wait on the sidewalks for their busses to come and take them to their institutions. As the music picks up the wind kicks up and they're all listening to the bombtrack. It's an army of children.
Late Night
Last night was another one of those sleepless ones, most of which I spent at an all night coffee shop, scribbling down notes shaky from coffee and cigarettes and nerves. I once again managed to prove that I am quite possibly the most incredibly inefficient student who actually cares. Three exams and four courses down, one to go.
5am might be my favourite time of the night/day, during the summer at least. Although, I never enjoy it unless I'm still up rather than getting up like the birds who somehow know it's time to shake off their sleep and start chirping away. The sun isn't up yet at 5, but one half the sky is a dark blue on the verge of breaking into day and the other half is still very much night pocked with visible stars. It reminds me that Earth is just a giant rock spinning in circles and we're all pretty insignificant.
Delete This Blog
I am once again at odds with the blogosphere. Blogging is a time consuming disease like no other. I spend so much time tweaking my little piece of cyberspace when I could be doing countless other things, things that I need to do, such as reading and sleeping. Sometimes I just want to hit Delete This Blog and free myself from the chains of Blogger. I acknowledge blogging as a creative outlet, a place where I can post my words and my shitty photography for others to peruse, and Contrablog is a project that keeps evolving and changing. I don't know what Contrablog is, it doesn't have a theme or any guidelines. A part of me wants to just turn it into a creative writing space and another part wants to go full blown political/current events, something I'll have time to keep up to date now that school is over. But really, is that something I want to spend my summer working on? Maybe I should work on more informative and topical articles and publish once or twice a week, instead of once or twice a day. That way I'd be learning as I'd be researching and I'd be writing with purpose, perhaps making my time spent blogging more productive and enjoyable. I don't know what to do and I guess it doesn't matter. Contrablog is what it is. Maybe one day I'll concoct a formula that will make sense and draw readers, but until then I'll just let it stumble along.
Meanwhile, Contrablog is getting rave reviews . . .
"James is the only blogger who can keep me interested in a political rant. Thank you for not triggering my self-diagnosed ADD, sir! It is appreciated," says NP, the few-screws-loose pen behind Nikki Pea: A Blog.
DVD Release of the Week.
How come they feel so terrible if terrible is in fashion?
-Double Life, MG
Just A Bit
The children are wired, headphones taped to their ears, their heads bobbing up and down as they wait on the sidewalks for their busses to come and take them to their institutions. As the music picks up the wind kicks up and they're all listening to the bombtrack. It's an army of children.
Late Night
Last night was another one of those sleepless ones, most of which I spent at an all night coffee shop, scribbling down notes shaky from coffee and cigarettes and nerves. I once again managed to prove that I am quite possibly the most incredibly inefficient student who actually cares. Three exams and four courses down, one to go.
5am might be my favourite time of the night/day, during the summer at least. Although, I never enjoy it unless I'm still up rather than getting up like the birds who somehow know it's time to shake off their sleep and start chirping away. The sun isn't up yet at 5, but one half the sky is a dark blue on the verge of breaking into day and the other half is still very much night pocked with visible stars. It reminds me that Earth is just a giant rock spinning in circles and we're all pretty insignificant.
Delete This Blog
I am once again at odds with the blogosphere. Blogging is a time consuming disease like no other. I spend so much time tweaking my little piece of cyberspace when I could be doing countless other things, things that I need to do, such as reading and sleeping. Sometimes I just want to hit Delete This Blog and free myself from the chains of Blogger. I acknowledge blogging as a creative outlet, a place where I can post my words and my shitty photography for others to peruse, and Contrablog is a project that keeps evolving and changing. I don't know what Contrablog is, it doesn't have a theme or any guidelines. A part of me wants to just turn it into a creative writing space and another part wants to go full blown political/current events, something I'll have time to keep up to date now that school is over. But really, is that something I want to spend my summer working on? Maybe I should work on more informative and topical articles and publish once or twice a week, instead of once or twice a day. That way I'd be learning as I'd be researching and I'd be writing with purpose, perhaps making my time spent blogging more productive and enjoyable. I don't know what to do and I guess it doesn't matter. Contrablog is what it is. Maybe one day I'll concoct a formula that will make sense and draw readers, but until then I'll just let it stumble along.
Meanwhile, Contrablog is getting rave reviews . . .
"James is the only blogger who can keep me interested in a political rant. Thank you for not triggering my self-diagnosed ADD, sir! It is appreciated," says NP, the few-screws-loose pen behind Nikki Pea: A Blog.
DVD Release of the Week.
posted by James at 4:37 PM
4 Books were burned:
You "Delete This Blog" and you die, get me?! Maybe not by my hand, but certainly by the hand of some powerful almighty force.
It'll be by mind hand, nikki. Mine. I will take his life if he takes this blog away. I'm jealous of him, because he's cool. And he's my friend.
Speaking of which, you won't be my friend much longer if you don't come to the Freehouse next Monday for jazz, James.
i have to agree, if this blog is deleted i will find you and harm you.
"a place where I can post my words and my shitty photography" i'm going to pretend you did not use the word 'shitty' to describe your photos.
can't tell you how many times i have very nearly hit that 'delete this blog' button myself- for many reasons which i have overanalyzed to death, but for some reason i keep at it (tho less often than i used to).
already after midnite and i don't feel sleepy. i'm going to be useless tomorrow at work.
Don't delete it, James. I always look forward to reading what's going on in your brilliant mind. Your blog is full of honesty and lacks in bullshit which is rare, and good to find.
Throw one on the pile
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