F# A# Infinity by Godspeed You! Black Emperor
Trying to sleep in order to attend my 8 AM micro economics class, how I hate my lack of ability to control my sleeping schedules on weekends and how (secretly) I love my ignorance to what may happen afterward.
Ignorance: the key indicator of the kind who consider themselves superior, it also is the main humiliating factor on the other side.
Humiliation: oh how important it is. The humiliated trying to revenge the humiliator by the same reaction, and how could it happen when it's ignored by the opposition!? Everybody trying to humiliate in order to avoid getting humiliated.
I've had the idea of keeping a blog for myself for a long time, the only time I had one was some 5 years ago, which I never read it myself after writing it, and the only time it was read was this summer by Mehran. No blog can be honest. In the sentimental stage, no written script is intended not to be read by others, in a less sentimental stage, nobody can be honest with himself in such a concept, and in the final and the most intellectual stage, even those who are aware of the former two, think highly of themselves in such level that still their insight is not implicit in their writing. But I'll try to be as honest as I can in this diary.
Having purchased my iPod touch for a couple if days, I've realized it's my second most important property if not the most important one. And what a mistake would it be to buy something else, like that htc tattoo I was intending to buy. I can see it changing my life, just like my laptop did two years ago. After running it, I found out how cool it is to have album art embedded in albums and in search of a program which will do the task automatically for my music archive (now containing nearly 1500 albums and 18000 songs), I came to this iArt gadget which does it for lyrics too! Albeit it's results for album arts is unsatisfactory. In a miraculous 24 hours I ran it through 70% of my library, and it does work.
The earth is not a dead cold place by explosion in the sky
Not that I like it very much, but post-rock is very good as background music while writing.
I was reading Freedom before going to bed (pardon the fact that I was reading it in bed:D), reaching page 162 of 208, I can tell by now that Franzen can't maintain his work's quality till the end. In The Corrections he lost it in Denise's part, and here he loses it after Walter and Patty separate, Walter loosing his edge on a speech and Joey donating his republican money, Patty being keen on forcing her version of the story and many other flaws. And how nice it would be if I didn't take sides about it before finishing it. But it would betray my code of ethics about being honest here! Most of my opinions are formed by others! In fact most of common beliefs of the intellect is formed beforehand. In this case Complete Review was the dominator of a negative foresight on me. Rating it B, not only these Austrian guys (I think) opposed every other review, but also dared me to trust them! And by their nearly perfect resume (Cloud Atlas as a magnum opus) its hard for me to ignore them. And how nice it would be if I said my opinions are quite independent of others', but alas, the whole scenario of independency is a way to impose superiority and therefore intending to humiliate. My opinion defers from yours is a euphemism for you don't understand what I do! And how strange it is that all of this makes sense in the end. Like a genetic algorithm running for thousands of iterations. There reaches a time when you really like experimental music and dislike mainstream music, in fact I can't listen to Now xx without feeling nauseated after half an hour.
It was late in December 2009 when I finished 2666. It has remained on top of my favorites for more than one year now. [actually I wanted to say I thought it will remain my best loved book for ever, but now I doubt it, and the only reason that it may remain there is the fact that I'm no longer able to read one novel every 5 days, but I couldn't find a beautiful way to put it in words]
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