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In the end though, it is never a question of how you got there, but where you are. It could be hypothesized that I have, in my golden days, become lame. I certainly wouldn't aling myself with this train of thought but I could see my peers thinking this way. I'm not a boozehound anymore & boozibility is quite often the paradigm of nonlameness that us twenty-somethings hold each other up to. I'm not a music snob; I'm a bit of a music geek, the difference being I don't flaunt my useless music/band trivia at the hipster's dives nor do I criticize those who listen to music I find subpar (at least I try not to... not to their face... well, maybe I do... but that's just because I'm a weak man & take the cheap shots whenever I can).
A few days ago a friend mentioned to me in passing that although she enjoys reading my blog she feels sometimes like she's getting too far into my head, & she's not sure if I want her there. Sort of like sneaking a peak in someone's diary. I'm thinking, "yeah, that's just how I feel." There are times when I get too far into my own head, times when I don't want to be there & during those times you readers at home get shit like my phone conversation with Spike Jonze, or some rambling about my weekend & how I didn't go out & how I didn't get tight & how I didn't put someone down because they haven't heard of Will Sheff.
See, once upon a time, this blog had intent. I'm not sure if that intent survived much past the first entry, but every now & then it has resurfaced, & recently I've been trying to redirect myself back toward that goal. It's a regrouping of forces, a spring cleaning. & if I'm plateauing at lame didn't I tell you already that lame is the new cool?
posted by wesley @ 4/16/2005 11:04:00 PM
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1 Comments:
At 9:50 AM,
Anonymous said…
Indeed, Wesley, one feels a bit imposing when one is allowed access to your innermost thoughts (perhaps these aren't innermost--I imagine your thoughts go pretty far in there). Then again, one also feels priveleged that you invite us all in. For that matter, one sometimes feels like she is imposing when she hangs out in your house, drinks your coffee, and uses your internet and Aquafresh, but that one just keeps on doing those things, doesn't she?
At any rate, and I now speak for all of the Cleopatra's Nose readers out there: We're keeping our own dark, dirty innermost thoughts safe and locked up inside us, just like the Catholic Church taught us, but you are always welcome to hang out in our houses, drink our coffee, and use our toothpaste. We don't have internet, otherwise we wouldn't be using yours. And we use Colgate Total Plus Whitening. Don't worry, even though it's a whitening toothpaste, it still has the American Dental Association's "Accepted" stamp. Most whitening toothpastes don't. It's all part of our superficial society's plot to temporarily improve your outward appearance while waging covert war on your tooth enamel. That's our thought for today. And that's all the farther you're getting in right now, dear Teammate.
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