I'm giving up tv for a week, starting now. I will not watch tv until my sunday night shows next week! I would like to give up all media (Have you ever read The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron?), but am not ready for that. I hope this will be good for me.
I don't want to have this become a "so I have nothing better to do, so I will veg out on the internet" kind of thing. I want to be with me for the week, instead of just a passive player in my life. So I plan on limiting my LJ contact, too.
Music stays, and I will try to read some more. Lately, I can't seem to get into any book, so hopefully this will help.
Reviewing my recent posts, I see that I haven't given You the current news. Here we go, the Headline News version of Stewart's life. You give me Two minutes, and I will give you my world.
I beat Final Fantasy X. I'm debating whether to start FF8 before school is out, or wait until May (seeing as I won't be playing this week)
I was sick the end of last week, fever, aches, dizziness (on top of the usual ditziness), which was why I didn't post anything.
Because of the fever, and a general malaise concerning it, I took out my tongue ring. I haven't been telling people IRL, as I want to see if they will notice. So far, and it's been five days, one person has noticed. Sadly, she noticed because my lisp is now more pronounced. I need to learn to speak without the ring again. I'm getting this whistle to my sibilants that I don't remember ever having. Sigh. At least now I have the voice to go with the love of showtunes, the ability to discuss health and beauty products, and the appreciation of Vera Wang.
Limp wristed queer, table for one. Minus the limp wrist, of course (is anyone actually that gay?)
Kind of reminds me of an episode of Mad TV, where this couple is watching a school play (The Music Man ICK), and trashing every minute of it. At one point, talking to the lead's father, they try to find something "gayer" than his boy, and can't. To quote: "Richard Simmons, doing rhythmic gymnastics, holding the rainbow flag is not as gay as that boy" "George Michael, sucking the cream out of a Krispy Kreme donut, in a portapotty at an 'N*SYNC concert, is not as gay as that boy"
That episode always make me laugh. I'm going to miss tv this week.
Still listening to I'm Still Hurting (just can't get enough of JRB)
Last night, I was on my way to the ATM, and, in the distance, I saw the silouhette (I don't care enough to look up correct spelling) of a man standing on his porch, smoking a cigarette. For the first time in a while, I was struck by just how generally beautiful men are. Just a shadow of a man, unable to make out distinct features, and I was struck speechless. I'm so glad I'm gay, as I don't think women have this power. Women, through the position society has put them in, are more overtly beautiful, like they have to make a conscious decision to connect with their beauty. This man was beautiful in his ignorance of his grace.
I've probably overdramatized this. The man is probably a mega-egotist who spends hours primping. And I, along with legions of other men, gay or otherwise, have chosen to approach beauty in the same way I have described. It was just an amazing moment where I caught a glimpse of life at it's most beautiful, that I have probably now cheapened with my analysis.
As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls. -- M. Cartmill