I really enjoy the song Pure Imagination. I like how Gene Wilder sings it, where it's wistful and full of longing; Pure Imagination is a world that is around us, and yet we do not take the time to see it. I like how Buckethead plays it, where it's so very sad and tender; as if this land were a dream we had as children, and now it's gone.
However, this is my favorite. It's Stylophonic remixing Lou Rawls's version. And it's beautiful and happy, and a bit funky
This not having my hands is killing me, for all these reasons and not so obvious reason. Writing papers is something that I do only with much difficulty, and that difficulty is triple when I can't see what I'm writing. It's very frustrating. I only have two papers to go, so that's a relief. One of them is a paper that I needed to finish last semester and one that I really want to write. It's difficult, very complex, and as a bonus related to my thesis (did I tell you I'm working on the thesis? I am, it's very exciting). Unfortunately before I can work on that paper I have to finish up handling paper for my undergraduate class. That is proving much more difficult than you would think. I cannot seem to gear down to the right level. So what should be a fairly simple, if involved, paper to write has become a agonizingly long paper to write. This is difficult for me, but it is more difficult for my scribe I fear, Ed. He hates every second of this, and I hate that we hate every second of this so then I feel bad then he feels bad then we spent five minutes feeling bad but not writing the paper.
I have been listening to the soundtrack to Super Fly, by Curtis Mayfield. I cannot decide if it is a worthwhile endeavor to separate the bouncy catchy aspect of super fly from the blaxploitation content. My heart says no, the two are intertwined. A cursory research on the Internet (i.e. Wikipedia) has led me to believe that there is a strong correlation between 70s funk and blaxploitation, starting with Sweet Sweetback's baaaad asss song in either 1971 or 72. It made me curious about the genre, it's a sort of curiosity that I think the outside world would probably find tiresome. Or perhaps troubling depending on the person.
I have a dwarf hamster, just got her a week ago. Her name is Beatrice. I wish I could show you a picture of her, dear Internet, however she is so speedy that I can barely hold her much less keep her still enough for camera. The ratties have adjusted, they spent the first few days sniffing at the direction of her cage. But now, I'm fairly certain they forgotten that there was anything unique about her smell. Ah, to have such a short attention span.
Anyway, I should get back to doing... what ever it is that I do. I just wanted to let you know that I am alive. Hope all is well with you, Internet.
posted by Amber at 11:31 PM
