7.26.2002
np - A Perfect Circle - Three Libras
...I'd like to say that I absolutely adore this song.
Otherwise, not much to "speak out" about here. Days go by; nights the same. Worse for wear but not much changed.
I began reading Animal Farm tonight because 1984 was checked out of the library. With twenty pages to go, I'd have to say that though the symbolism is a little heavy-handed (hmm, an understatement) and, by this point in time, overdone, it's still a delight to read and read into.
That article on doublespeak was fascinating. It makes me want to take more critical theory courses... Exerpts from it have now found a home on our refrigerator door. I try, probably all in vain, to expose my family to new thoughts and ideas - and the refrigerator seems to be the most effective medium. Usually though, I watch them pull back from the cool air, pop in hand, as they squint for a brief moment at the words in front of them - and the moment it's determined that the words aren't meant to be humorous, shrug, open can, and retreat to the safety of the big tv's warm glow. Oh well.
My penguin clock has died, again. {sigh}
Oh, and for readers of the fabulous Onion. I read this article and almost died.
Primarily because I catch myself doing the same exact thing at least once a week.
Conditioning... Jung was really onto something. :)
I posted a slightly disturbing dream on my blog - I think it's one that will probably stick with me for a while. And I'm really beginning to wonder if it was actually just a dream.
That's my babbling for now. Goodnight all.
...I'd like to say that I absolutely adore this song.
Otherwise, not much to "speak out" about here. Days go by; nights the same. Worse for wear but not much changed.
I began reading Animal Farm tonight because 1984 was checked out of the library. With twenty pages to go, I'd have to say that though the symbolism is a little heavy-handed (hmm, an understatement) and, by this point in time, overdone, it's still a delight to read and read into.
That article on doublespeak was fascinating. It makes me want to take more critical theory courses... Exerpts from it have now found a home on our refrigerator door. I try, probably all in vain, to expose my family to new thoughts and ideas - and the refrigerator seems to be the most effective medium. Usually though, I watch them pull back from the cool air, pop in hand, as they squint for a brief moment at the words in front of them - and the moment it's determined that the words aren't meant to be humorous, shrug, open can, and retreat to the safety of the big tv's warm glow. Oh well.
My penguin clock has died, again. {sigh}
Oh, and for readers of the fabulous Onion. I read this article and almost died.
Primarily because I catch myself doing the same exact thing at least once a week.
Conditioning... Jung was really onto something. :)
I posted a slightly disturbing dream on my blog - I think it's one that will probably stick with me for a while. And I'm really beginning to wonder if it was actually just a dream.
That's my babbling for now. Goodnight all.
< 04:20 >< /Jenny >
