Sunburn sucks. The way it doesn't manifest itself at first sucks. The tenderness of the skin sucks. And most of all, the horrible itching sucks. But the beach was still fun. And hey, all that stuff is over with now, except some of that inevitably icky peeling, which I can deal with just fine.
I've also found yet again that William Gibson, or more specifically his work, is awesome. I had something I thought of, relating his prose to free verse, and how Gibson's prose is something that idiots would try to put in free verse, and also a rant about how free verse, while not quite a hulking evil in and of itself, is all too often used as a crutch for people who like it because it allows them to make their paltry thoughts, which would read as idiotic in their proper form of prose, seem profound, and also permits them to flip a lax finger to the benevolent gods of meter and rhyme. That's probably actually most of the rant right there.
But really, I don't have the desire or inspiration for spewing about any of it it at great length. It seems, as I told Hannah, that I only have so much weird-energy (my term for the bastard spawn of inspiration which fuels my communicative impulses), and I feel the need to blog only if I still have some left over from spewing at friends. And recently, I just haven't had that much left over. Perhaps being away from the constant social stimulation of school is causing this dearth, or maybe my brain is rotting.
posted on Thursday, July 24, 2003
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