for basic body maintenance
which I guess is self-destructive
behavior of the sort
people are always talking about.
But how appropriate
that I feel this empty.
It's too perfect to ruin
with the banalities
of yet another grilled cheese
reminder of masterpieces
manufactured for the lips
of another.
What could more obscene
than eating as if consumption
will lead to satisfaction?
So rather than rush
to rectify this gnawing
I'll revel, reflecting
on the tastes I'll be missing.
Poem:
Don't worry, I'm not starving myself. It's just that when I got hungry at work it felt appropriate, and I decided to experience it instead of just mindlessly consuming food. I must say, it's more interesting that I thought it would be to actually think about the fact that I'm hungry. Usually I either realize it and eat immediately, preemptively eat so as to never arrive in this situation in the first place, or, in the worst case scenario, push the realization out of focus in the event no food is readily available. I guess it takes a bit of a shake-up to get around to this.
Observation:
I got my new headphones today. They are huge and make me look silly. Also, they are amazing. None of the headphones I've had previously have sounded like these. Where there was once a baseline in the songs I knew, there is now a base chorus. It turns out that base isn't just a term for "that one low note used to set a beat," but can actually refer to an entire register of notes. Just when I think they've played the lowest note, another one lower shudders through the earpieces and sends a bit of a chill up my spine. The model I got was the Ultrasone DJ1 Pros, and while I'm curious what other types of headphones might sound like, these have blown me away so far. They are also amusing in that they are basically just speakers strapped to my head with little cushions to seal them. The cushions are spectacular, and allow for almost no sound leakage in or out. Of course, when I take them off the fact that they are really nothing more than speakers becomes apparent, since without anything to seal the sound in to, the music comes out loud and clear. I guess that could be a positive, though, if I wanted to share whatever I'm listening to.
The purchase of these has two immediate consequences on my life. The first is that I am now effectively deaf to the world. Unless the sound source is touching me, I'm not going to hear it. The second is that I will have a permanent dent in my hair where the strap presses into my head. These are small prices to pay for the pleasure I am experiencing. Actually, that first one isn't so much a price as yet another unlooked-for benefit. It turns out I don't like very much of the stuff I hear of the outside world anyway. I'll just have to be sure to be more olfactorily aware in case of emergencies (fires, etc.) Chances are still good that if you hear about a really stupid-sounding fatality in the next few days it's going to be me. I could totally imagine the scenario where I'm sitting at work transferring plant cells from one petri dish to another and then all of a sudden the flames that have been ravaging the building for an hour finally close in on me. But at least I'll go out to the tune of beautiful music.
Here's a picture!
Me:
The awkwardness of my ex-girlfriend and my sister being friends has become quite apparent. Not that I was really expecting it to remain hidden, but I thought I'd write a bit about it since it's on my mind. It turns out that my sister bought my ex a cat. Well, an adorable little kitten, but you get the point. This was something she had talked about wanting, and something I had cautioned rather strongly against, since she's out of town almost every weekend for frisbee during the seasons that is going, and busy with school and stuff the rest of the time, and I think cats (kittens especially) deserve as much attention as you can give them. Furthermore, she will be graduating soon with no guarantee that she'll have a place for the cat to stay after that. All in all, it just didn't strike me as prudent (since she already stranded her dog with her parents when she left the house for college).
That's not the real reason this is annoying, of course. The annoyance is that apparently she needed such an extreme form of consolation after cheating on her boyfriend and then breaking up with him. Gee, what a harsh situation to go through... Good thing she has such a good friend to cheer her up. And just to add (unintentional) insult to (emotional) injury, when my sister and I were talking and I made a comment about how I must not have been an interesting enough guy, my sister jumped right to her defense, saying that she just wants to know what else is out there. Not quite the reassurance I was fishing for. At the very least she could have mentioned that I'm not that uninteresting. It's not like she needed to go overboard and list the fact I'm involved in many sports at pretty high levels, have a patent pending for genetics, published works of all sorts in the local literary magazine, and a plethora of other things pointing toward the contrary. But you know, throwing me some sort of bone would have been nice. It's not like I'm expecting a new pet or anything. I mean, my standards are pretty low...
That's about all the ranting I'm in the mood for today. Other events in my life include the upcoming LSAT, studying for the LSAT, worrying about the LSAT, and occasionally eating/sleeping.
