Empty bars in the afternoon

By means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways

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Some more songs I’ve been compulsively listening to recently…

Talking Heads – No Compassion
Supertramp – If Everyone Was Listening

[more stuff best cut out]

[223] Bachelor for life

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I’m going to get an MP3 player at the end of the month, and I’ve been scouring my 22.4Gb worth of MP3s (4,314 tracks) to come up with a twenty track playlist. As you might expect, roughly 10% of those I listen to regularly, 40% every now and then and 50% have never even got round to listening to. I won’t be buying an iPod because they are cool, and I am on a level of cool above your everyday cool kid by virtue of rejecting cool in favour of anti-cool which in itself is inherently cooler than cool. Or so it says in this men’s magazine, which as a single young man I apparently need to be reading.

Anywho, a few tracks so far…

Dreamer – Supertramp
Dear Prudence – Siouxsie & the Banshees
Closer To The Heart – Rush
Go To Sleep – Radiohead
West End Girls – Pet Shop Boys
The Lark read more.

[222] Undoubtedly among the upper strata of Smiths websites

Hmmm… is it

the most impassionate song to a lonely soul so easily outgrown

or

the day that your mentality catches up with your biology

I can’t decide. Sometimes I feel like a sell-out and realise the ultimate emptiness of this happiness I think I feel; others I get swept away by this contentment and tell myself all is well. It’s impossible to know which is really more true.

Quite coincidental that Christopher just wrote a little piece about acceptance (I originally used resignation, but that sounds a little too defeatist). That’s what I’ve been coming to terms with, myself, over the last little chunk of my life. I’ve got used to things the way they are, and it’s very hard to imagine things being any other way. I’m not speaking in pedestrian terms, of houses and jobs and bus journeys, because all those things will keep on changing in my life over the read more.

[127] Proper computer games

Games aren’t the same any more… what happened to all the old adventure games that you could spend a full day solid playing without getting anywhere, but still want to come back and play the next day? Games lost something when graphics started getting really good. Graphics have improved a lot of genres, but not adventure games, which don’t rely on graphics by nature. I remember Journey’s End on the Spectrum 48K – it was like a game in three parts, barely related but so involving. It was such an achievement to find a bag of gold as you were wandering around the cave. And this was literally using the arrow keys to move a stickman around a pixellated black and white screen. Ahh, simple fun.

[221] Time flies

I haven’t written anything on here for a while because there really isn’t much to say along the lines of what you’ll have got used to in the past. Moving here has changed me – for the better, beyond doubt. It’s been two months now and apart from the first week when I was suicidal on a bad comedown, I’ve been absolutely fine. In total contrast to the last two years in Preston, when I lived alone (in both the literal and wanky figurative sense) with nothing more to fill my time and thought than introspection, these days I have an endless chain of places to be and people to see – no time for me.

Although in a way I feel obliged to give you something in the vein of the previous five years worth of complaints, I really can’t force it. I’m tired by writing about myself and how read more.



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