5.12.2002
So here I am, no outlet for all these words other than a pair of waiting blogs. I would say "no outlet for all these thoughts," but that would imply that there's substance hiding behind all my drivel.
np - Jefferson Airplane - Somebody To Love
Now that's funny.
Comical music musings aside, let's assess the situation. At the tone, pacific daylight savings time will be 2:09 AM. Tone. Late night hits the high desert as we find Jenny at home in front of a keyboard and a collapsed Capri Sun. No such thing as a dull night. That's what I like to tell myself. On a positive note, after buying Donnie Darko and getting Tony to watch it with me, we had a stimulating (if short) discussion about its meaning. Mmm. All these tasty movies I never knew existed.
I could shut up. But I won't.
Rusted Root tickets? (Scraping the empty barrel of my memory for any sonic reference) No, I don't believe I've ever taken notice of them. If I have, they must not have left much of an impression on me. But that's the thing. (Halting at the precipice of another "what makes art valuable" philosophical debate... and falling over the edge.) Maybe all art is just subjective. Is it? Can you really put an objective value on a piece of self-expression? Or does that destroy the very individual and unique nature of art itself? I still haven't decided how I feel about the aesthetics debate. Anyone care to enlighten me?
Well, I believe I've reached the end of my usefulness here. The night is young and the city is wide - off to bore others in need of sleep. Kittyfire (aka lost girl) signing off...
np - Jefferson Airplane - Somebody To Love
Now that's funny.
Comical music musings aside, let's assess the situation. At the tone, pacific daylight savings time will be 2:09 AM. Tone. Late night hits the high desert as we find Jenny at home in front of a keyboard and a collapsed Capri Sun. No such thing as a dull night. That's what I like to tell myself. On a positive note, after buying Donnie Darko and getting Tony to watch it with me, we had a stimulating (if short) discussion about its meaning. Mmm. All these tasty movies I never knew existed.
I could shut up. But I won't.
Rusted Root tickets? (Scraping the empty barrel of my memory for any sonic reference) No, I don't believe I've ever taken notice of them. If I have, they must not have left much of an impression on me. But that's the thing. (Halting at the precipice of another "what makes art valuable" philosophical debate... and falling over the edge.) Maybe all art is just subjective. Is it? Can you really put an objective value on a piece of self-expression? Or does that destroy the very individual and unique nature of art itself? I still haven't decided how I feel about the aesthetics debate. Anyone care to enlighten me?
Well, I believe I've reached the end of my usefulness here. The night is young and the city is wide - off to bore others in need of sleep. Kittyfire (aka lost girl) signing off...
< 04:19 >< /Jenny >
