September 1, 2008

This year is almost over, the same as this lunch break. I've spent most of my shift selling appliances. A good hour I spent with this couple. Hopefully that'll look good for me in the future. Rats. Got to get back. This last four...three or so hours will go by like nothing. I have a Baby Ruth and water. Huzah. This porcelain cup is a god-send. Thanks, babe.

- Later -

I don't think this is my pen. Oh well.
Backtracking a bit, Madison was lovely. The Gallery of Contemporary Art was quite neat. Sometimes a bedroom scene out of time can make one stop and think. And sexy fairies. Dragon Takes the Air was a great "fantasy art" piece on the third floor. Besides that they were nomenclature; such a medium is boring to those who are familiar with it. To the uninitiated, "fantasy art" may seem novel or even tacky. Once can only see a bare-chested he-man wielding a sword against an army of zombie skeleton hell-beasts once or twice before the majesty wears off, or was even there to being with. At least dudes can get aroused by the drawings of naked chicks. They are always stuck in some sort of peril or commanding some ominous force. Never an in-between: Nude Woman Looks Bemused at Fluttering Leaf is not a print your likely to see amongst "fantasy art". A pity. No offense "fantasy "artists"", but if I want to think sexy thoughts, I'll go to the internets; bad-ass attitude is for video games and heavy metal.
I seem to be listening to the Replacement's Tim every day. There is not a bad song on the whole album. Not a single second is wasted. I will say "Hold My Life" is the absolute best album-opener in the history of recorded music. Only "Rhapsody In Blue", "Search & Destroy", or "Folsom Prison Blues" come to mind. Well, maybe "Rhapsody In Blue" shouldn't count. It being a single composition and all. As a collection of supposedly related songs go, Tim starts off immaculately with "Hold My Life". A better declaration of interdependence for a series of brush-offs, testimonials, and self searching never existed. All in all, Tim may very well be a perfect album. The great American novel of the latter twentieth century isn't a novel at all, it's a long-play record album - Tim.