On this week
I am glad this week is over. Wednesday to Friday: shit. Stress is not something I usually feel as I do not stress myself. That usually comes on overcast. I was so stressed that when I came home all I wanted to do was sit and stare at the wall. This week would have been busy regardless, but my coworker took time off, so her job became mine.
Other than Thursday and Friday being a wash, I have been pretty productive. I have set up Obsidian now, and have been using that for my habit tracking. Only thing left is to move my lists over. Stuff like my like-to-read-list, shopping lists, things to do, etc.
I did not do anything special this weekend. My friend Taterchip is coming into town this Friday so I am trying not to spend much on going out.
Guests
Having friends visit you is always nice. Their company is always welcome and fills your home with adventure and knooks and possibility not normally present. Their arrival is also cause to get off your ass and finish tasks that have been acceptable to leave to the wayside otherwise.
This has been enough of a boot to get me to finish quite a bit of unresolved tasks. My apartment is always clean, but if I was a messy man maybe my manner mould me mifferent. I had not registered my vehicle since I moved to Chicago a year and a half ago but The Hand starting giving me parking tickets. I might have just paid the twenty bucks a month to say fuck it to the three hundred sixteen dollar registration fee Illinois levees on it's taxpayers but Taterchip is coming in. How would I explain to my friend that the reason we are getting pulled over two beers deep is because I am a delinquent?
Thank you Taterchip, for you I am a tax paying citizen.
Website
As you can see I have finally updated my blog's layout. I think it looks nice. I know for a fact it will not look nice on all for factors. While css is still fresh on my mind I hope to make it so even people that use neocities on their phone, if they exist, can see my latest entry in splendor.
I get that white text on colorful background is hard to read. I have been on a botanica kick lately so all of this is intentional.
That song
That quip is something I wrote while in Tennesse. Rather old. Left unfinished. The last two days I returned to the refrain hoping to have something else to add to the idea.
I didn't and I would rather have a song with my post than not. I only wish it could repeat and that I could figure out how to float it on the screen no matter where you were on the page.
Oh well.
Reading
I finished Frankenstein and The Catcher in The Rye this week. Both of them left me wanting. Frankenstein had me wanting that the author had wrapped the book up in a different way. It was obvious she wrote it in segments. Human nature has more to it than the book incapsulated. Still a decent book. I think the standard for books back in the day was a lot lower than it is today.
Named after a thoughtful man, Catcher in The Rye is nothing of it's namesake. The book, in it's own words is a flit and a phoney. The only good thing about it is an exercise in voice.
Current Thoughts
I have been thinking about what Descartes had to say. Chewing on it I have come to this:
within one's own experience
one's thoughts or ideas
need to be as level as one's senses
This is not how I have thought. While I distrust my internal monologue as much as I distrust my senses, I have not thought of my narrative as just as my senses. One's thoughts, I thought, were a reflection of reality. Not a part of reality.
While I tussle with Descartes' proof of a perfect being, this is the first of probably many steps in taking his arguement seriously.
