My Sloth

Alright, I'll admit it. I've been really lazy about writing here. It's just that I have a couple very loose ideas floating around that just won't solidify. So I'm going to wing this one, just rapid fire transfer from thought stream to fingers to keyboard. No forethought, no premeditated structure, no preconceived ideas (other than shoehorning the title to the current theme), no outlining, and no obsessive proofreading. Of course, I'll utilize the good ol' fashioned spell check, but that's it.

I feel like I'm falling behind in everything: job searching, thesis, life. However, I have been getting a full eight hours sleep every night and eating properly.

NPR just got their custom web stream application, about time. Ira Glass was all over that shit years ago.

I realize I've been growing more and more dependent on plant products, and not in the pseudo-vegetarian diet I've been practicing. I'm talking about dependency on straight up vices: chocolate, tobacco(once a day, like a one day vitamin, but with cancer and burning), tea, and coffee. I'm tempted to say these plants are all related in that they're in the same family and they trick my brain into dumping those feel good hormones that aren't getting dropped naturally when I'm in this state in this State, especially when I'm in this State. Ha! see what I did there, discrete infinity (I think...probably not...probably just a run on sentence).

Recently I've been in heated discussions about non-human animals having language. They don't.

That Musharaff thing scares the hell out of me. When I read that my immediate thoughts were, 'what the fuck would I do if that happened here? What the hell could I do?'. He seemed like such a good chap when he was bro-ing down with Jon Stewart. He's barely paying lip service to making it look like it was legitimately for the security of the nation. The claim is 'not declaring a state of emergency would be suicide for Pakistan'. He's referring to the growth in Islamic fundamentalism. Pakistan was created because of Islamic fundamentalism! What! With the constitution suspended, the press shut down, the chief justice forced out, paramilitary troops on the streets, Parliament and Supreme court surrounded by enforcement thugs, and key members of the opposing party arrested, this is sounding like a contrived, standardized Hollywood script. It's as if he had a blueprint of some sort.

I've been writing for the school paper. Just this week General Abizaid was on campus giving a talk on 'Challenges in the Middle East'. One of my paper colleagues somehow snagged an interview and has written an article on his visit and lecture. Why didn't I think of that?! I could've sat down and talked with Abizaid! Fuck! Not only was I too lazy to make that happen, but I forgot the day he was coming and completely missed out. I've just been so spacey lately, you know?

I saw Azar Nafisi talk about a month ago and Orhan Pamuk two weeks later. Nafisi was amazing. She signed my copy of "Reading Lolita in Tehran" and made me feel very uncomfortable for being marginally attracted to a much older woman. Pamuk was a snoozefest. He just stood up there and read his damn books. After the regurgitation I had no reason to purchase any of his work because I just had it all babbled at me. Way to market, Pamuk. And way to earn that Nobel, jerk.

Oh! and I saw Dave Eggers and his collaborator, Valentino Achak Deng. They signed my copy of "What is the What?", but alas my copy of "Heartbreaking Work..." is back west. And what a relief to get a little glimpse back into west coast a la Eggers' humor.

So that's what comes out when I don't prepare these things, when my lethargy takes the reigns and says,'Eff it." This is kinda like getting to see a high maintenance chick(take that raging feminists!) first thing in the morning when she hasn't slabbed on a pound of makeup and blow dried her hair for a half hour. Or maybe it's more like getting a look at how sausage is actually made.