Pretend like you're immortal
Flannery O' Connor is too cynical, even for me, and that's saying something. Every single chapter (of all her books) pretty much ends with some one dying, or being forgotten, or being abandoned, or having a nervous breakdown. Crime and Punishment is really, REALLY weird, and the end is too sudden and somehow inconclusive, I certainly don't get his explanation of why he's unworthy to be the next Napoleon. And the protagonist in the Thursday Next Series by Jasper Fforde dies three stinkin' times and comes back to life, which is just too much; also I can't seem to believe that neanderthals would really be good at croquet. That concludes my literary analyses for the week, thank you.
Also this week, I played basketball with Paul, cut a huge gash in my arm with a ruler whilst I was sleeping (or rather, when I was waking up), tramped around Pecan Park with a notebook in my hand for hours, and had happy chats with sweaty bare chested frisbee golfers, oh and Paul took my job, which was a crushing blow. I'm not finished with my Free Enterprise speech yet, but still working in that direction, tis gonna be cool, I'm closing in on my Eagle Project, should be able to release the date on that next week or the week after, and I can now do 34 push ups now which makes me very proud (Steffen, I don't even want to hear about the hundreds you can do, keep that to yourself). But really I haven't been very productive this week, which is the song of my life it seems. Precedent not withstanding however, I will have a wonderfully productive and fulfilling week THIS week, which I'm sure fills you with great delight. I know it does me.
I'm thinking that once I have an actual cash flow (which needs to happen very very fast, oh and yeah, I need to call Jeff) I'm gonna build up my music repertoire, maybe get some Jimmy Eat World and Lifehouse, and Coldplay perhaps, yeah, I need some variety in my music portfolio. But yeah, its a very happy leisurely Sunday afternoon and I'm sitting happy and leisurely in it,
taTa
Also this week, I played basketball with Paul, cut a huge gash in my arm with a ruler whilst I was sleeping (or rather, when I was waking up), tramped around Pecan Park with a notebook in my hand for hours, and had happy chats with sweaty bare chested frisbee golfers, oh and Paul took my job, which was a crushing blow. I'm not finished with my Free Enterprise speech yet, but still working in that direction, tis gonna be cool, I'm closing in on my Eagle Project, should be able to release the date on that next week or the week after, and I can now do 34 push ups now which makes me very proud (Steffen, I don't even want to hear about the hundreds you can do, keep that to yourself). But really I haven't been very productive this week, which is the song of my life it seems. Precedent not withstanding however, I will have a wonderfully productive and fulfilling week THIS week, which I'm sure fills you with great delight. I know it does me.
I'm thinking that once I have an actual cash flow (which needs to happen very very fast, oh and yeah, I need to call Jeff) I'm gonna build up my music repertoire, maybe get some Jimmy Eat World and Lifehouse, and Coldplay perhaps, yeah, I need some variety in my music portfolio. But yeah, its a very happy leisurely Sunday afternoon and I'm sitting happy and leisurely in it,
taTa
posted by Feanor at 12:36 PM
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Cada, I think you have a good twenty years before you start feeling the spare tires.
Evan, humor me; what is a productive week?
Music variety; now in that area, I see a possibility for MAJOR improvement.
First, try something based on poetry. Christina Rosetti's "What do the stars do" is absolutely gorgeous. Thomas Hardy's "The Darkling Thrush" is very deep. You might actually like it.
Show me a Switchfoot song that has a deeper meaning than confused, pathetic attempts at profoundness. "Don't stop thinking, don't stop feeling now..." I mean, come on.
For something more upbeat, try Jeremy Camp, Skillet, The David Crowder Band, or Jars of Clay.
Classical: Chopin, Haydn, Tchaikovsky.
Ray Boltz, FFH, Ricky Skaggs, Paul Overstreet,
Celtic: Eden's Bridge, Jeff Fenholt, Ceili Rain.
~JCP
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thank you for letting me come here to say that i like switchfoot.
Too bad. Your choice, I suppose.
~JCP
Hooray for Evan posting! Wery proud of you, mon. But even more proud of JEW -- whoohoo!!! Lifehouse is grooviness, but JEW rocketh. Yesss... __amy
I'm a proud member of
OFFS
OLD FOLKS FOR SWITCHFOOT.
Come back to life, oh friend.
You are approaching ONE MONTH without posting. This is a tragic day.
~JCP
True, true. It has been a long time, Feanor.
Six days
~JCP
Four days
~JCP
Hello ...
Evan, where are you?
Two days
~JCP
RED ALERT!!!! RED ALERT!!!! You have reached ONE MONTH WITHOUT POSTING!!!!!!
~JCP
guys, I have bad news about posts from Evan. he is unable for technical reasons to post. don't push him too much. :)
Little Lotte thought, "Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins or shoes....or of riddles, frocks. Those picnics in the attic, or of chocolates..."
~JCP
(Leighanne, you are awesome!)
Evan, my man. You cool, bro. You cool.
Thankee, Cap'n!
Four days till the *gasp* Two month posting lapse!
~JCP
YOU'RE ALIVE!!! I am so proud of you! I wrote you an crappy email (old english and crap sound really great together, I've discovered), and I bugged Ben to death about calling you, but he kept on refusing and refusing and I thought that it might scare you a wee bit too much if I actually called you myself, but I was seriously considering that terrible option, so be warned!! Aww, I am glad that you're alive again. Talk to me.
I was hopin' you would call me desperately much, long distant fees and my truly and completely empty pockets were the only reason I didn't call you; why do you always think I'll be scared? I'm not easily frightened. Did you get my email of tre days ago? if not you won't understand today's email, but heck, neither did I, so tis all good.
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