Banal
11-2 2:00 PM Su
I read the Book of Job. It is the most contemplative book in the Bible (so far). So what? I need to resist my negative impulses. Job and his friends ruminate on the relation of God and misfortune. I ate leftover Thai food for lunch. I'll make quesadillas for dinner. The Forty-Niners are playing on TV against the Cowboys in San Francisco. I just turned the volume off: Pressed the mute button; Hope I'll be able to think better without Madden and Summerall bending my ears. Yeh. Thing went to see a movie called "A Life Less Ordinary". I have to call Kayo and Sheryl today. I have to write to my aunt. Wilson has been wounded in a skirmish at the Mount Tanaka Pass. Mailer is working on a serialized novel. The main character murders his wife in the first chapter. It's ironic that the mind that crafted The Naked and the Dead would become such a bufoonical egomaniac. What do I know? I read the bio on the treadmill. I have to write me one page still. Have to spend an hour still with Jim. Shirelle called and said she was going for a swim at Debbie's and Ben's. That means she'll be drinking and smoking.
I need to develop a cohesive philosophy. I listened to a little German radio this morning. Pompous marching music. I could pick out scraps of what the DJ said in German. I wonder about my heritage. Now I'm watching golf. The Tour Championship. I feel a twinge of despair. I don't even want to consider what might be causing it. And still a page to go. What the fuck else? Need to get a new band for my watch. What matters? Blue sky waste of time. Don't care about anything. Want change. Why should I care? Nothing bad ever happens to me. I have to go sit at my desk after this. It's as hard to write here alone in my house as it is to write in my classroom where I can't write either. What else? I feel like screaming, "WHAT ELSE?" Feel like having it tattooed on my chest. Urg. Back to the grind tomorrow. What else? I hope I can get say a hundred more pages of this Mailer study done before I go to bed tonight at eleven. I've been interested in the stock market lately. If I had any extra money, now would have been a good time to buy. What else? My brother said he was coming over today, but he didn't. Maybe he read my voice.
I read the Book of Job. It is the most contemplative book in the Bible (so far). So what? I need to resist my negative impulses. Job and his friends ruminate on the relation of God and misfortune. I ate leftover Thai food for lunch. I'll make quesadillas for dinner. The Forty-Niners are playing on TV against the Cowboys in San Francisco. I just turned the volume off: Pressed the mute button; Hope I'll be able to think better without Madden and Summerall bending my ears. Yeh. Thing went to see a movie called "A Life Less Ordinary". I have to call Kayo and Sheryl today. I have to write to my aunt. Wilson has been wounded in a skirmish at the Mount Tanaka Pass. Mailer is working on a serialized novel. The main character murders his wife in the first chapter. It's ironic that the mind that crafted The Naked and the Dead would become such a bufoonical egomaniac. What do I know? I read the bio on the treadmill. I have to write me one page still. Have to spend an hour still with Jim. Shirelle called and said she was going for a swim at Debbie's and Ben's. That means she'll be drinking and smoking.
I need to develop a cohesive philosophy. I listened to a little German radio this morning. Pompous marching music. I could pick out scraps of what the DJ said in German. I wonder about my heritage. Now I'm watching golf. The Tour Championship. I feel a twinge of despair. I don't even want to consider what might be causing it. And still a page to go. What the fuck else? Need to get a new band for my watch. What matters? Blue sky waste of time. Don't care about anything. Want change. Why should I care? Nothing bad ever happens to me. I have to go sit at my desk after this. It's as hard to write here alone in my house as it is to write in my classroom where I can't write either. What else? I feel like screaming, "WHAT ELSE?" Feel like having it tattooed on my chest. Urg. Back to the grind tomorrow. What else? I hope I can get say a hundred more pages of this Mailer study done before I go to bed tonight at eleven. I've been interested in the stock market lately. If I had any extra money, now would have been a good time to buy. What else? My brother said he was coming over today, but he didn't. Maybe he read my voice.
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