Welcome to this odd little corner of cyberspace called ciao manhattan.
There is no rhyme nor reason to this blog. I realize that. Why the Warhol/Edie connection? I don't know. I just felt the need to blog, and Andy and Edie kind of followed me in here. Why the cutesie-pie X-Files reference? I don't know. It just seemed appropriate.
The demise of Everyone's Favorite Blog has given me time to stop and think about what I'm doing here on the computer all the damn time. I guess I'm hooked on this crap: thinking way too much about insignificant blips on the cultural radar screen, finding connections between music/ films/ books/ people, getting into fights over nothing, making friends and then losing them, all in the name of blogging. I really didn't expect to, but I feel lost now that GrayCharles.com is finally, irretrievably, unmistakably closed. Even though I was perhaps a tad instrumental in that closing...well, probably not... I am still very sad.
So the thought for today is: Why do we get an ache in our heart when something ends? I mean, if nothing is forever, how stupid are we to have regrets when something is over? We know that endings are a part of beginnings, yet we still grieve at that final glimpse of something as the door closes on it. I suppose I'm melancholy because today was the last day of the semester for me. The class I worried about, planned for, sweated bullets over, and in the end did an okay job teaching is now finished, finally, irretrievably and unmistakably over. While I have waited for this day for months, I am still very sad.
So boo fucking hoo. I better just buy myself a big box of Get Over It, as Squee so kindly suggested to me last night. Good idea. On that note I'll leave you with an amazingly goofy picture of a fellow I kind of like. Ah...I feel better already.
There is no rhyme nor reason to this blog. I realize that. Why the Warhol/Edie connection? I don't know. I just felt the need to blog, and Andy and Edie kind of followed me in here. Why the cutesie-pie X-Files reference? I don't know. It just seemed appropriate.
The demise of Everyone's Favorite Blog has given me time to stop and think about what I'm doing here on the computer all the damn time. I guess I'm hooked on this crap: thinking way too much about insignificant blips on the cultural radar screen, finding connections between music/ films/ books/ people, getting into fights over nothing, making friends and then losing them, all in the name of blogging. I really didn't expect to, but I feel lost now that GrayCharles.com is finally, irretrievably, unmistakably closed. Even though I was perhaps a tad instrumental in that closing...well, probably not... I am still very sad.
So the thought for today is: Why do we get an ache in our heart when something ends? I mean, if nothing is forever, how stupid are we to have regrets when something is over? We know that endings are a part of beginnings, yet we still grieve at that final glimpse of something as the door closes on it. I suppose I'm melancholy because today was the last day of the semester for me. The class I worried about, planned for, sweated bullets over, and in the end did an okay job teaching is now finished, finally, irretrievably and unmistakably over. While I have waited for this day for months, I am still very sad.
So boo fucking hoo. I better just buy myself a big box of Get Over It, as Squee so kindly suggested to me last night. Good idea. On that note I'll leave you with an amazingly goofy picture of a fellow I kind of like. Ah...I feel better already.
