Well it’s official. Looks like winter is already here. Just decided to go right from summer to winter. No autumn. Not even October yet and we’re waking up shivering. Have the space heater out. I have written a little poem about how I feel about waking up freezing cold already and how few months we actually got to be warm here:
Fuck this cold
Fuck this fucking cold place.
I’m fucking freezing and
It’s still fucking September.
Can we get a fucking fall please?!
God am I fucking cold
This fucking sucks.
Fuck this cold place.
How can people fucking live here.
That should do it for now. might need to tweak it a bit. Haha.
Anyway, woke up this morning thinking more about what we were speaking about yesterday. The whole strengthening the will and discipline muscles concept. More and more and more thinking about it.
Meantime 32 square miles of fires are ravaging southern California. Knee deep in the apocalypse.
Always a lot of talk about indi rock these days. but all the popular indi rock bands are on major labels with 3 million dollar budgets. (that’s an accurate figure – in fact most label guys will admit its closer to 5 million) So how indi rock is that? Maybe indi rock is just a sound anyway. maybe it has nothing to do with being independent or not. but when you think of indi rock you think of bands like dinosaur Jr. or pavement or guided by voices…. or even the velvet underground.
Last screening: History of Islam documentary. Good stuff. learning a lot.