How much time do you spend absorbing media? The only time I'm not spooging stuff into my brain of the pop culture variety is when I'm working or working out. Well, really only when working, because when I'm lifting I have Max's mixes in my skull and when I'm treadmilling, I watch CNN. Is this normal? Or, more precisely, do you recognize this in yourself? Am I you? Here are my current favorites. This is what presently bathes my neural net. My synapses are dipped in them. My brainpain spilleth over with what follows. Get it?
What I'm Reading: Yes, yes, I'm finally done with The Power of Myth. Sorry I prattled on about it, but it was engrossing as a muthafucka, yo. Now I'm ankle deep in John Berendt's The City of Falling Angels. Also great. Venice has been on my To Do List, but Berendt makes you yearn for it. He meets characters who pop off the page. You know how some people are all technicolor for you apart from the sepia crowd? Those folks that rock you and your eyes are fixed on them. They grab you and hold you. Did you picture some people you know when I said that? Love those kind of people. Did we know them in a past life? What is that feeling we get from them? Can I possibly digress more or be more random? God, I have a stack of books as long as my leg, but I keep falling into things that make me wanna SAVOR, slow-like. The ebb and flow rolling type of pleasure I get from that is precious. Is that my yin or yang talkin'? I'll never get through what I have now, but it didn't stop me from picking up Magical Thinking and A Million Little Pieces last week. It would be daunting if it wasn't so fucking wonderful. How much do I love the thought of all those books waiting for me? Lots.
What I'm Surfing: Well, of course I'm reading the usual suspects, but thanks to Andrew, over the last few days I've been devouring Coming Out at 48. As TOA already stated, this boy can write his ass off. He makes you feel it, people. I imagine it'd be the same for you if you are straight. I was going to use loulou as an example of that, but she's an ID-ish sexual island unto herself (although I suspect she has a busy harbour at times). Where was I? Oh, I read his entire blog archive in the last few days. I laughed and I cried, sometimes at once. I've not made a secret of my life situation. I've never been married like he was, but I'm not completely OUT myself. The work situation (aka the prison of my own design) is what I'm always whining on and on about. Well, I think this guy is helping me, whether he knows it or not.
Who I'm Listening To: Will Young. There. I said it. I am LOVING him. Max turned me onto Will's latest single, via the Top Gun themed video with a decided queer bent. It's this kid's ballads that have me in a lather, though! Leave Right Now is sublime. Oh, shutup! He's part Simply Red, part Fine Young Cannibals and all achingly plaintive. Hurt me, bitch. Only after I was hooked did I find that he's an Idol winner from Britain! Maybe that was best. His website is cool, too. Given the opportunity, I'd shtup him.
What I Want To Be Watching: The last season of Six Feet Under. This DVD can't get here soon enough. I watched this series on DVD from Season 1 over the last year, so I had a relatively constant fix of four seasons in one year. Until now. I'm jonzing for funeral parlor hijinx, kids. It reminds me of my youth.
If you love or loathe any of this, holla back, homes.