Am currently involved in a House/Electro downloading binge and have discovered the key to finding good songs—just listen to the song and do something else and if you end up having an involuntary, audible moan/groan/jizz-in-my-pants-moment ===>DOWNLOAD.
Okay, time to actually start writing my paper, I need klaas
George Lucas remastering of Singin in the Rain? Fuck yes.
Logically deciphering the inner-workings of the brain requires too much thought, I think I’ll just write GOD for five pages and hope my professor finds it ironic
Oh, the joys of a Christian Club…
wait, seriously?
Listen with the bass uuuuuup
“Abstraction allows man to see with his mind what he cannot physically see with his eyes… Abstract art enables the artist to perceive beyond the tangible, to extract the infinite out of the finite. It is the emancipation of the mind. It is an explosion into unknown areas.”—Arshile Gorky
I miss not sleeping and geeking out over art. It’s like how history buffs will endlessly recount factoids about random battles and recite quotes from great American presidents (…katie…..), or how poli sci/int’l relations kids thrive on debating about the socioeconomic conditions of some unknown country; I gasm over analyzing art/artists and writing down the self-important quotes of artists as though they came from God.
I can obsess like this over learning about drugs, but I can only talk/read about them for so long before I just feel relatively vapid. Probably because I enjoy reading/talking about the ideas that were spawned during drug use rather than the drugs themselves. Whatever it is, it’s a nice reminder that my future lies in art or academia or something, and not drug research, because for a while I was considering it. At Symbiosis, the MAPS people gave a lecture and had a booth set up, but while I was there I just felt overwhelmingly drawn to the art, culture and people around me; anytime I thought about whether or not I should go talk to the MAPS people about an internship or a future in that field, I just felt apathetic and realized that there was no point in talking to them. There are better things for me to pursue in life than legalizing drugs or learning more about them. I may always be fascinated by drug research/therapy, but I’ll be satisfied by just reading books. I don’t need to dedicate my life. This may seem to have been an absurd career choice and not worth thinking about, but I was seriously considering it and was pretty torn over what to do. I’m pretty sure that art history is the subject for me, though: I think of the artists that I studied last semester in 20th Century European Art as long-lost friends of old, and whenever I read about them now in my Contemporary World Art class, I get all nostalgic and happy as though I’m remembering the great times I had with Mondrian, Breton and Theo van Doesburg.
On another note, cold weather has finally reached stock-town and it reminds me that FALL IS HERE!!!!!
It’s gonna be a good day. I’m sure of it.
RIP VIDA
