Someday, you'll be understood.

well well well

There's a burn that comes from drawing lines and holding out. And I admit that I don't entirely understand what I'm doing. I sleep well but I don't. Lately this song plays on repeat in my head—something for the headache, I guess.

the preoccupied life raft

I couldn't tell you why she made the conscious decision to end up in the water not knowing how to swim, because she had to have at least known something about how useless preoccupied her life raft was. I mean, she was throwing the barbs in right along with the game show host about how silly this guy's book cover was. The dude's not quite solid... and she knows it... so why exactly is she still drinking this kool-aid? Was it just wishful thinking, or did she really think he was going to swim for them both?

He had wired his brain so hard with delivering his "showstopper lifestyle" pitch that he had failed to register a suddenly helpless girl begin to drown. A simple mistake in calculation due to an error in the formula—an enormous mistake, yes, but a mistake nonetheless, not much different than the near-sighted shight we all do from time to time.

That's why I'm trying not to rag hard on Shawn Valentino, because under the nonsense there is definitely an extremely likable and tolerable person. He's going to take enough of a beating from humanity, anyway, without my help.

But the scene is useful to point out the distinction between the sales pitch and the product. For the salesman—a stellar sales pitch can sell a less-stellar or even bad product. And for the consumer—you can go for a ride on a pitch, but on a pitch alone? Don't count on being carried to safety.

I blame it all on women—who frequently get caught up in the dazzle of the (sometimes truly) spectacular performance... and sometimes even by choice. They say that men think with the "other head", but let it be stated that women do this also, and just as much—maybe even more.

It should be no wonder that the men who come across this principal, and particularly those deep in longing for the suitable helper (identified as a need even in the first man—"it is not good that man should be alone"), it should be no wonder that these men sometimes drive themselves to ridiculous lengths in learning to pitch themselves. Perhaps some end up as better salesmen than others; the product remains the same.

So there you go babe... your near drowning is now all your fault. Better choices next time, yeah? God bless you.

Next question. What's more important—the product, or the pitch?

tryptophan vol. 1

Is this how it works — we wait patiently on the Lord, and in time He connects the dots in our meager brains?

Happy Thanksgiving

contraction

It's just impossible for me to manage everything in my realm at the level that I know is possible. So I want to achieve some level of quality—then, time for contraction.

fingerprints

Then I suppose there's the glass-half-full view, where everything is new in some context. Asia was never new, until I walked into it for the first time in the middle of 2010, when it was new to me. Or maybe at least it's that everything can be new, given some level of... something. Heart? Naivety? I have got to find a week off to sort through my head.

rehash

What exactly is new? I'm having a rough time trying to discern what I could do that would not be a rehash of something that's already been done. There is already too much music to listen to, too many books to read, and it's growing at an exponential rate. Why should I contribute to the noise?

Yet here I am stumbling through album reviews writing down names to explore... when I have the time, which I don't. Maybe it's my escape from a rat race run that I've come to perfect. It's all strange, all cyclical.