Keeping the dingle-ball fringe at bay

Currently listening to Blonde Redhead's '23', The Shins 'Wincing the Night Away'. Some days I almost wish my commute was longer so that I could have more down time, just to listen to music and keep myself on the road. Almost, I said.

Things feel as though they are loosening up a bit: there is more time for music, more time for writing, more time for wasting, more time for planning. I looked at my course plan and the end is close enough now that I can list with some certainly exactly which classes I will be taking, which semester, and, right now, December 2008 does not feel so very far away. I know this lightness will probably pass and I'll become mired again in the muck, the worry, the deadlines, but this is the first time in a year that I've caught sight of the surface.

Slavic Soul Party! had to leave the car, for a while anyway. I imagined myself driving the little car erratically through narrow streets, and I saw dingle-ball fringe adorning my headliner. Considering my recent lapses in vehicular judgment, I thought it best to adjust my soundtrack to something more sane, if less exciting.

A coworker told me yesterday that having Balkan ancestry was cool. Well, yeah!

Slavic Soul Party!

Slavic Soul Party!

This is my current soundtrack. It may not help me write my essays for school, but it certainly lifts my mood. The title track will be my funeral/wedding theme. Someday. Or not. Break out the slivovitz! The bottle I have is about 10 years old now.

Along with SSP! came Ethiopiques, v. 4: ethio jazz & musique instrumentale 1969-1974. This will be immediately recognizable to anyone familiar with Jarmusch's Broken Flowers. Bill Murray's (Don Johnston's) road music.

Music I can study to--no words, for the most part, and a little less winter-y than Sigur Ros. Soundtrack for Summer Semester.

Inertia

I'm experiencing a severe, fatalistic case of procrastination. Library Thing must have sensed this, because it has, yet again, gone down. That should be a sign that I should get to it, write this damn essay so that I can start in on the term paper, a rough draft of which needs to be in on Friday. HELL.

What am I going to do?! Well, I'm going to write the thing, eventually. Probably tonight (better be tonight). I know that all I need to do is to bring NeoOffice back up (actually it's up...in the background, with a paragraph of text...waiting). A mere act of will and responsibility, but can I do it? Yeah, probably...but there's a pile of panic to hurdle over first, or face, or bed down. The latter would be the most sensible thing to do...it's not like it's a monumental task before me. I just don't want to do it. I am not so inclined. There are no words.

It's Father's Day, which is always sort of weird. I should send a note or something to my dad, but I never do. But then I rarely hear from him either, and I fear that acknowledging this holiday would either cause puzzlement or guilt. I purchased a library card for my stepdad, a surprising spark of inspiration on my part, I think. I don't know....the whole day makes me a little uncomfortable.

I think I hear the cave calling. I feel a dull ache coming for my head. I feel inertia setting in. I must try to shake it off.