Dreamt I found the Rykodisc “Hot Rats” for my brother

This guy was dying for his fifteen minutes

Re: This one sentence just BLEW MY FUCKING MIND

And, as far as agricultural progress is concerned, trust me, you don’t get into agriculture willy-nilly. Farming is much, much harder than hunting and gathering is; raising animals will cut your lifespan short because you’ll trade diseases with them; and agricultural societies tend to be taken over by annoying kings and emperors, who tend to make life difficult for the grunts.

—Overthinking Avatar

Working on It

“Figure out what in life you do not do so well, and then… don’t do that thing.”

Note to self:

Don’t do this again

Déjà vu

Re: Memo to myself

Well I’m running out of things

My sister’s boyfriend’s mom just died.

She was stung by a wasp and went into a coma. Nobody had any idea she was allergic.

Why would anybody want to bring another child into this world?

Mitsuru Muraki is jamming on some unconventional percussion instruments: two round glass vases and a couple of pencils. He and another musician named Gabe Stern are writing a song together. As Muraki moves on to drumming on a metal bucket, a tall, dreadlocked young man pokes his head in the door.

“You guys recording in here?” he asks.

“Yeah, we sure are,” says Stern. “You make music?”

And just like that, another collaborator, Kris Luster, is added to the mix.

OH GOD I'M IN HELL

Boss Lady’s been freaking out about security/fidelity and I don’t blame her. Had a big talk before she left on her trip, had to reassure her the next day, calling from a payphone telling me she woke up sick to her stomach, that it was “just ‘we’.” But putting so much pressure on me has perhaps given it increased significance in my mind; Thursday night at the farmers’ market I saw this brunette working a food booth. Yeah, I was kind of checking her out; she reminded me of la Montréalaise. But she caught my eye and we just looked—there was definitely something there. But I had to repeatedly pull away from her gaze, trying to pretend to look at the menu, maybe even a little unsure, like I was supposed to know her from somewhere, but didn’t. She smiled at me and I wasn’t sure if it was from recognition, friendliness/salesiness or flirtiness. So I walked on and thought I forgot about it but walking to work the next day realized I’d dreamt of her.

Also remembered this morning I had a dream last night (this morning) where I won something, like, a bunch of people got called up in a gym from winning prizes/like a raffle, but there wasn’t much left that interested me, and I was going to graciously decline so someone else could get whatever, but was debating taking a video I might have liked, but it was on VHS, which I decided wasn't worth having at this stage in my life.

More thoughts I don't have time forPart VI

It seems silly to pledge that someone will meet all your emotional needs before you're sure that they can

Also, it's a bad idea to fall asleep reading Heloise' letter to Abelard

You’re the first person I think about when I wake up in the morning. I don’t think I like that.

OK, now starting to get melancholy, contemplating or considering things I totally shouldn’t, long-term things; reconsidering I know I shouldn’t and I know I don’t really want it but I want to want it

Mostly feeling OK so far today I think because she did lay her head on my shoulder + give me a kiss but no even goodbye hug when the bus came but after last night when we stumbled from the bar to the Puerto Rican place but instead of her feeding me post-drinking food my new boss ended up, as I was mid-sentence, looking me in the eyes and kissing me on the mouth, and then us making out against the building for quite some time as passersby hooted appreciatively, we woke up and talked and after realizing what a mess I am (duh!) she decided because she’s so driven I really wasn’t worth her time, which is like obvious but even though ariadnæ was on my mind + I was feeling a little bad and going “OK, making out is kind of alright but we can’t have sex before I talk with ariadnæ” and not even sure how much that attracted to her I was though I couldn’t help noticing little daydream-y crush-y things about her at work, like her smile and how pretty she looked in her dress and she’s rad but after feeling her in my arms + waking up next to her + then, you know, sort of feeling rejected, it’s like, ah, man, I don’t know how I’m going to not want more of this every day at work all summer.

So much prettier than the Bollywood girls.

P.S. Polish girls also really cute

I literally spent almost all day yesterday chatting with a cute-but-not-too-bright girl I first contacted a few months ago who decided I was an online stalker she knew who had changed his profile and was pretending to be someone else, and then blocked me.

Stupid fucking Blogger won’t let me insert HTML into comments so here’s a new post

I should add, too, that of course one would have to run the numbers to see whether rape is actually any higher than among native-born or ethnically Norwegian males, but I think she makes a good point when she says,

Skulle likt å ha sett reaksjonen om en norsk gutt hadde revet av hijaben eller løfta på burkaen til en av deres kvinner. Det hadde nok endt med borgerkrig og boikotting av Norge og nordmenn.

http://thatsanorgasm.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/jeg-er-lettkledd-kom-og-knull-meg/

I somehow want to hear Richard Dawkins’ comments on this. I’m also reminded of Faye’s analogy about toothpaste in the tube. I guess this isn’t new at all and it’s not like I’m surprised, but it’s still really depressing.

Not going to tweet this

I fell asleep right after reading blogs in Norwegian of erotic stories written by 15-year-olds about Justin Bieber. I think my dreams involved them to some extent.

Buddhism and happiness