when i have fears
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
--"Just Like A Woman" Bob Dylan
I've slowly but surely been going through my itunes library and rating as many songs as I can. I've gone through a good chunk of Bob Dylan, Jack Johnson and the Beatles. I suppose this is my way of trying to structure my life, although we both (my iTunes and I) know that I'm not really structuring anything. If you didn't know already, for the most part I'm a very non-confrontational person and like to deal with negative developments in my life in somewhat bizarre and passive, futile means. Without actually confronting the problem itself. Bad, yes, je sais.
And this may lead you to ask, have there been some negative developments in your life, Deb?
The answer, my loves, would be yes. A simple and lamentable yes.
Which leads me to the past weekend, which was, in a nutshell, me passively avoiding the problems in my life by completely immersing myself in...adolescence, I suppose: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Harry Potter, both exemplary of escapism in film and literature form. The movie was entertaining, but if I said it was "GREAT!!!" I might be lying a little bit. My skepticism probably comes from the advertisement overload; I felt like I had already seen most of the movie through the previews.
On the other hand, I can wholeheartedly say that Half-Blood Prince is a thumbs up. I won't say anything to spoil it for others. Yes I realize that reading the book in its entirety on the day it came out is stooping to a new - and what I thought was unfathomable - level of geekdom, but whatever. And to top it all off, I watched the first Harry Potter movie...little Rupert Grint is adorable. And I had totally forgotten about Oliver Wood, that hottie mchottstein.
I've been writing some more, editing my 8 page poem (what Naima calls epic, but...again, nothing compared to 17 pages). But usually, more writing is a sign that I'm not in a good place. Also, my right shoulder is now so tense that it's beginning to hurt. But I'm trying to wait until I go to AK to get a massage at my neighbor's place where she does it for free. And she's a masseuse or something. But it hurts, it's actually that tense.
I don't like it that I don't laugh as much anymore. And when I do laugh, it's usually only when I'm....removed from reality by a few degrees. I'm just afraid that I'm becoming a little too dependent on escapism these days, and right now it's in the form of Harry Potter and the likes, but it could become...I don't know, something else. I don't want it to become self-destructing.
I didn't write about this, but I did write accompaniment for "Leaves of Grass." It's simple, it has a "Melissa" (Allman Bros) vibe. Anyway, yeah.
Okay I've been depressing enough for an entry.
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
--"Just Like A Woman" Bob Dylan
I've slowly but surely been going through my itunes library and rating as many songs as I can. I've gone through a good chunk of Bob Dylan, Jack Johnson and the Beatles. I suppose this is my way of trying to structure my life, although we both (my iTunes and I) know that I'm not really structuring anything. If you didn't know already, for the most part I'm a very non-confrontational person and like to deal with negative developments in my life in somewhat bizarre and passive, futile means. Without actually confronting the problem itself. Bad, yes, je sais.
And this may lead you to ask, have there been some negative developments in your life, Deb?
The answer, my loves, would be yes. A simple and lamentable yes.
Which leads me to the past weekend, which was, in a nutshell, me passively avoiding the problems in my life by completely immersing myself in...adolescence, I suppose: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Harry Potter, both exemplary of escapism in film and literature form. The movie was entertaining, but if I said it was "GREAT!!!" I might be lying a little bit. My skepticism probably comes from the advertisement overload; I felt like I had already seen most of the movie through the previews.
On the other hand, I can wholeheartedly say that Half-Blood Prince is a thumbs up. I won't say anything to spoil it for others. Yes I realize that reading the book in its entirety on the day it came out is stooping to a new - and what I thought was unfathomable - level of geekdom, but whatever. And to top it all off, I watched the first Harry Potter movie...little Rupert Grint is adorable. And I had totally forgotten about Oliver Wood, that hottie mchottstein.
I've been writing some more, editing my 8 page poem (what Naima calls epic, but...again, nothing compared to 17 pages). But usually, more writing is a sign that I'm not in a good place. Also, my right shoulder is now so tense that it's beginning to hurt. But I'm trying to wait until I go to AK to get a massage at my neighbor's place where she does it for free. And she's a masseuse or something. But it hurts, it's actually that tense.
I don't like it that I don't laugh as much anymore. And when I do laugh, it's usually only when I'm....removed from reality by a few degrees. I'm just afraid that I'm becoming a little too dependent on escapism these days, and right now it's in the form of Harry Potter and the likes, but it could become...I don't know, something else. I don't want it to become self-destructing.
I didn't write about this, but I did write accompaniment for "Leaves of Grass." It's simple, it has a "Melissa" (Allman Bros) vibe. Anyway, yeah.
Okay I've been depressing enough for an entry.
posted by Deb Oh at 1:40 AM
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