Life, The Universe, And Everything In Between

These are a few epiphanetic  (love making up words) sentences from what I thought was as good an attempt at a sequel to Catch 22 as could be. Given the dark-as-death humour of C22, it was imperative that Heller would seek to carry forward in a similar vein. Closing Time is a scathe across the Western economic situation as well. Quotes (only spoken sentences are double-quoted): "...do you think in my checkered history I ever really wanted to do any of the work I found myself doing?" Money does matter, more than almost everything else.   Almost everything in nature, from the smallest to the grandest, seemed to him to move in circles and to return to the point at which it had originated, to perhaps set out again.  Splenetic (referring to Charles Dickens) Doctor Faustus - Thomas Mann Apocalypse - Adrian Leverkühn Triage (the game that is only too real in this book by the end - closing time, literally) (It takes a fertile imagination to have the chaplain passing heavy wat...

Not ravings per se, but then again what thought isn't rave? Clearing one's throat provides a moment to structure one's upcoming thoughts, and actions.  Technology runs on energy. Case in point: I saw one of those YouTube videos of a person describing their shopping of clothes. Not right now, quite a while back, when living in NOIDA sec 39 in 2010-11. The wired broadband I had then was about the same speed I now hold in my hand literally. Moore's Law, manifested again?  :) Having activated Do Not Disturb for my number, I now know it works. I don't get any solicitation calls at all. Even those pesky real estate SMSs have dwindled down over the past few months. I guess they or their softwares learn to avoid numbers like mine. It gives me a sense of self-righteousness over what is fast becoming a weep-if-you-aren't-rich society. But enough philosophical discoursing. Time to try to sleep.  Time-Pink Floyd 6-hourism!

I might have forgotten quite a few things- in fact,more than I wanted to forget- but a sense of wonder should always remain in me. 

I think I saw a Bukowski quote along similar thoughts. Of course, lots of intent and context is lost in translation, but that doesn't preclude new intents and contexts from being derived, or, simply, becoming. 

Surprisingly clear sky, hence the horizon-only pic.  Also, the playing order as I recall it: A Pillow of Winds- pink floyd Drop- another vertigo rush Mellotron Scratch - porcupine tree

It's a good movie. 

Hadn't watched advertising in a while...book my show's ads are cool. The first  First from iPhone direct: One thing I like about winters is that I have many pockets. 

An excellent song; the lyrics are worth ^c-^v for context: Sunlight coming through the haze No gaps in the blinds To let it inside The bed is unmade, Some music still plays TV, yeah it's always on The flicker on the screen A movie actress screams I'm basking the shit flowing out of it I'm stoned in the mall again Terminally bored Shuffling round the stores And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing X-Box is a god to me A finger on the switch My mother is a bitch My father gave up ever trying to talk to me Don't try engaging me The vaguest of shrugs The prescription drugs You'll never find a person inside My face is Mogadon Curiosity has given up on me I'm tuning out desires The pills are on the rise How can I be sure I'm here? The pills that I've been taking confuse me I need to know that someone sees that There's nothing left, I simply am not here I'm through with pornography The acting is lame The action is tame Explicitly dull Arous...