As of 2:46, December 14th, 2009 I've come to realize how much this decade was the most important one of my entire life, thus far.

I'm beginning fear its imminent disappearance. Time remains relative to this fear, as in the end, it doesn't matter what I put up against the clock or the calendar, but it's been noted in my brain and I cannot disconnect it.

Let's make it out of this. Let's meet up in the future and relax for a change.

See you then.

Does this shit work

I hope so. Let's drop a little more than just a test post.

I see my last post is about rereading Dune.

That was almost one year ago.

Oddly enough, I began rereading Dune again.

Maybe I'll finish it this time. Maybe.

Leland!

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We're searching for frequencies

I don't know if I have daily journaling/blogging in me. I have tried to do a daily journal, but after some time I forget a day, then I try to make up for it, then I forget again. Etc. Discipline is necessary for such things, and although I have a moderate amount of it, it's obviously not enough.

So, I'll just quote Neil Gaiman and be done with it.

"Write when you remember, write when you can".

Here's a few items -

My reading of DUNE is coming along. I've not read in 2 days, but I'm almost 100 pages in, and that's a great start for a book I've tried getting through no less than 5 times since my teenage years. It's a wonderful read, and given my love for Lynch's film version, the visualizations of the material are part his own, and part mine. It's a nice balance - what was once only Kyle McLaughlin that I saw as Paul, I'm now able to visualize him differently. This goes for a lot of what I've read. Yes, I'm indebted to Lynch's vision and it is my primary means of imagining the book, but since it's been a while that I've watched it, this nice amalgamation of past memory and my own interpretation is nice. I'll say that I will finish DUNE, and may look into the sequels in the future.

Blood Meridian has been picked up again. A chapter was read the other day, and I'll read another today most likely. It's a difficult work. Not as dense as I had initially thought when I began it (200 pages in now) but still a demanding read at points. McCarthy's description of the landscape is detailed with obscure names for flora and fauna - it's certainly interesting to read it this way, and I'd like to define each new plant or tree, but I'm not reading it this way. I'm enjoying it as is and not getting caught up in annotations or constant web searches. What is most important here is the story McCarthy is painting with these words. It's chugging along, stopping for bits of obscure, wretched violence, and then continuing on furthering the perception of The Judge and his crew. I have no idea where it's going, but I have difficulty remembering where it's been as well.

Blade Runner is back in the mind. Not that it ever leaves for very long. This time around: Deckard's footwear in the movie. I had recently ordered a pair of Adidas Stan Smiths (all black). After doing a bit of image searching in anticipation of their arrival, I came across an article http://media.bladezone.com/contents/film/production/props/costumes/deckard/shoes/deckards_shoes.html discussing Deckard's shoes. Very interesting. My preparations towards Blade Runner cosplay is nearing completion. < this is a lie.

I walked down to the edge of a shoreline last night. Low tide, and really slippery rocks. They made the most wonderful clacking sounds.

Look'a mah hair

It's so easy to neglect a blog. Then I remember it's as easy to neglect a blog, as anything else in life.

So, remember to remember and find what your most important important is. And tell them/it that.

They/it will appreciate it.

Explosions In The Sky played last night - we, all five us, went. They were tremendous. As Joe said "Those boys could stop on a dime" and he's right. They were ridiculously tight with their playing - and no ear plugs. They were loud as all hell, but really on a level that was manageable without being disappointing. All in all, they lived up to the years I've been wanting to see them.

In my hometown nonetheless.

Moss Jogger

Waking up and taking deep breaths. Breathing is more than an reflexive task he learns. Take deep breaths, take in the oxygen like it is keeping you alive. Do not be afraid to do so.

Garbage Thoughts

Woke up this morning a bit after 5:00 a.m. with wretched ideas and all manner of panic. Tried going back to sleep only to find more thoughts concerning the horrible and anxious; keeping sleep at bay. Star Trek was on - and it made me feel more anxious. I shut off the television and tried, with all the sand I could muster. It worked, but as soon as I drifted off, no longer conscious of being in that middle place between sleep and awake, it was time to wake up and get ready.

The ride in wasn't much better. Further thoughts of a distinct and unpleasant nature - more thoughts of how writing about such things would be just as bad.

Denim Warriors

Denim jeans act as a sort of urban armor - deflecting discomfort and easing problems that have revolved around myself, and the pants I've chosen to wore over the years.

I'd rather wear the same pair of Jeans every single day, until they disintergrate, than wear a new pair of uncomfortable new pair every day. And in fact, I do.

Of course, there are varying degrees of acceptance regarding this type of behavior. This oddly compulsive need to wear the same pants everyday. Most opinions being opposed to such an idea in what I would assume is a slant concerned with the politics of cleanliness.

Well, my jeans don't stank.