Virtual Flaneurism

I like the sentiment, but "doesent" is almost too much for me to handle.

July has turned into a rather...difficult month for me. A whole lot of things, not the least of which has been my decision to not return to law school, have left me uncertain of what I'll be doing this fall, and relatively apathetic, depressed and bored. Anyway, all things must pass.

This is not so bothersome until you begin to see the image as the four faces made out of his one horrible, Divine-esque visage.

From Kristie:

I read an article about Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" a few years ago that suggested that the song's subject might in fact be Dylan himself. This is certainly not confirmed, though even if it isn't true, I find so much more to relate to if "reading" the song as self-referential. Not that I feel alone, but a personal lament about feeling alone is easier to understand than Dylan's anger at a specific person I do not know. And it's just plain less bitter.

The article further suggested that the song's lyrics could reflect Dylan's transition from folk to electric, where his chosen mode of musical maturation led to his being ostracized from the Village music crowd. I don't necessarily endorse this particular spin; Dylan quite succinctly summarized his frustration regarding his falling out with the Greenwich Village folk scene in "Positively Fourth Street", another song worth an aural gander. Imagining "Like a Rolling Stone" as self-reference undoubtedly gives the lyrics a significantly varied meaning, one that I personally prefer to what would otherwise be a cold attack on an anonymous subject.

I should probably be working on getting a job instead of posting polar bear crap.

If it was unclear, I found internet. Personal crisis averted for now.

I love the Starlight Express meets Sub-Zero outfits they are 'moing it out with in this music video.

I love every man in this video. Every single one.

The modem in my townhouse was mysteriously filled with water this morning, so there will likely be few updates until a new modem arrives. Nothing better than finishing your job and having nothing to do at your house. Yeesh.

Friendly's new marketing ploy: Mac & Cheese Quesadilla.

Unfortunately, it's on the Kid's Menu, meaning I'm going to have to adopt a child and steal his food if I want to get some.

This begs the question: what wouldn't be made better by sticking it between two buttered and crispy tortillas?

I am proud to be part of a mincing.

“I was the only kid in the audience who couldn’t understand why Dorothy would want to go home. It was a mystery to me. To that awful black-and-white farm, with that aunt who was dressed badly, with smelly farm animals around when she could live with winged monkeys and magic shoes and gay lions!”