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staring at the box ~ may 15, 2001 - 10:31 p.m. yeah, I'm still in it. I'm getting a little tired of the intensity of my emotional state. tonight I gave myself a bit of a break and did something ridiculous: I went on a tv-watching binge. I borrowed the computer in the basement of the blue sun cafe to check my e-mail &etc... and then at some point it occurred to me that it's tuesday and dark angel's on tonight... and, well, hell-- I've been so good, keeping myself away from distractions for days, trying to grapple with all this emotional shit inside me without checking out. and I haven't even seen tv in months, not since I left my parents' house in milwaukee. do you know that they've studied what your brainwaves do when you're watching tv rather than reading or doing just about anything else-- and they've found that your brain goes into a kind of holding pattern when you watch tv. yep, when you're watching the box, you're doing nothing. no big surprise there. and when you read, your brain does all kinds of stuff. I feel like I've got nothing to say tonight. probably because I've been watching tv for two hours. hanuman was great... they're an amazing band. I danced and danced and danced. there's something about the dancing I do to live music, when it's the right music. I give up all control, and the music just dances through me. I'm in a weird mood... there's all kinds of things I could write about, but it's just not coming together for me. let's talk tomorrow.
(((rings))) |