So here's the deal, reader of blog-- I want to write a post. I'm just in "one of those moods." But I am also at a loss for interesting things to write about. Yet one man's interesting is another man's boring, just like one man's trash is another man's "authentic vintage" that they sell in a vintage store/hipster's paradise at an incredibly hiked up price. Pay $$$ to look like you have no $$$! And try to look as unique as possible just to end up looking as non-unique as possible because everyone else is dressing in the EXACT SAME authentic bullshit vintage as you are! Why can't we just stop? Why can't we just go back to wearing togas and/or loin cloths and/or fig leaves? Now THOSE items are vintage.
Where was I? Oh yes. Nowhere. But nowhere is somewhere, right? Let's talk beauty myth.
Man. Maybe not. The Beauty Myth is a subject I really do want to talk about, but I think writing about it will take much more effort than I am willing to put forth at this moment. At this moment I just kinda sorta wanna watch Larry David get into trouble on Curb. I also want to read more of Infinite Jest, but I don't know if my brain can handle it. My brain needs to catch its breath. Reading a mere 20 pages of that book is the equivalent of running a marathon. I attribute this analogy to Jack Jared Waters, by the way.
Remember John Bytheway? I think I remember a talk he gave about a down syndrome child picking up a desk in the middle of class and throwing it across the room. But most likely I am remembering incorrectly.
This post went nowhere. But it also went everywhere. WHERE in the world is Carmen San Diego? You tell me, reader of blog. YOU. TELL. ME.