Saturday, almost noon, nothing to do. Maybe I'll chirp with the birds, then eat some eggs. That way they won't smell it on my breath. I wonder if the birds flying around the house are in solidarity with the enslaved chickens, and that's why the birds fly away when all I want to do is hug them, one by one.
I'm listening to my own music far too frequently. I wonder if this will bring me closer to Yanni, which happens to be every musicians closeted dream. Now, if only I could get Kim Deal into the closet with Yanni, then we'd have a press conference.
Frequently, during the era of construction, especially when focused on oil and concrete, the architecture stylings fade into other genres. It's easy to forget that architecture is an art form, and often influences people more than music does. After all, do we not all try to embody our talents into tight little boxes? And doesn't most fiction take place in rooms? During the seventh decade of the last century, achitecture wasn't so hot, and that's when there were many free stylists. Same with the fifth decade of the past century.
Rock and Roll.
Posted by matty-b at August 14, 2004 11:57 AMHow was architecture not hot in the 50s and 70s?
And what did you crazy kids get up to after swimming last night?
turns out we just went on to Pete's place for a little bit of wine and Ali G. As well as some crazy animated show from the 60s. . . what's brown and sticky?
Posted by: matt at August 14, 2004 12:56 PMI don't know. What is brown and sticky?
Posted by: michael at August 14, 2004 2:58 PMa stick.
Posted by: matt at August 14, 2004 3:56 PMIt's good to be marooned, somedays. I'd really like to be marooned with a bunch of my things - books, writing stuff, maybe a little wine and cheese - and just futz around.
Posted by: ben at August 14, 2004 7:42 PMIt's not bad, though it usually dwindles to popping in a couple of tapes into the VHS player (VCR). Though I'm feeling as if writing isn't the mainstage these days. I dunno why.
Posted by: matt at August 15, 2004 12:10 AM