things checked off my to do list for the summer:
- getting a job (possibly two: fingers crossed for aritzia? i won't buy a TNA bag!)
- finishing the time traveler's wife. it's beautiful and sad and glorious and all neatly bound in a first edition i picked up ages ago. it only took me six years to finally pick it up and read it.
- watched a butt load of movies so far: all i wanna do (read: STRIKE!, which is the name they should have kept); wolverine (it makes me sad that it was so awful because i love the x-men comic series and was mildly amused by the film franchise); little children (again: it's amazing and should be watched more than once); and john tucker must die (okay it's a teen movie but it's amazingly corny with equal parts of teen lust and bad comedy so awful it's epic. plus elvis costello and 80s pop get name checked in it so it clearly isn't so awful.)
clearly the beginning of my summer indulgences are just that: indulgences into whatever smut, fluff, crap, lame-o film or literature i seek to soothe my weary academic filled brain. i just don't know what to read next. sons and lovers? jane eyre? the time traveler's wife made me want to get a degree in library sciences and moon over editions of books i love that are bound in leather and smell like history. history doesn't really have a particular smell but to me it does, only in books. if i could smell the gutenberg (bible, clearly not steve) or preserved manuscripts, i would tell you that they smell like history; like they've been carrying around this secret aside from what is written on them, that really makes you know how beautiful and wonderful they are, and you can only tell by smelling them. i used to smell books in chapters but they were new and therefore inferior to me.
i know i am the oddest sometimes.
i am feeling lately, more often than i'd like, that i am in the wrong time; as if my mind is somewhere forty years ago and my body just hasn't gotten the memo about it. i feel very hegelian in talking about this, this stupid master/slave or mind/body relationship, but it feels very true. my mind is the only thing that feels tied to whatever i should have been in the past but my body is a slave to this time thus i get my information from my body not the other way around, only in the sense of control as my mind is the master. if it really were the master it would will my body back in time with it but i suppose it doesn't work that way. is it even really the master? it never works the way you want it to. but don't ask me, honestly, because i don't know. ask hegel. i always imagine him to be a stout man with no hair and he's always furrowing. deep thinkers like him are always furrowing it seems.
