"my head is on backwards," he said.
he was doing Buckley 'Mystery White Boy'. Buckley was wailing Oedipal about his father not hearing him and "mother dear, the world's gone cold, no one cares about love anymore..."
"it is absolutely imperative for this particular song to be played at peak volume." he, our hero, spoke like that sometimes.
had been spending time thinking about some philosophical relationship between parallel lines and contradictions. something about euclidean and non-euclidean geometry and what they meant for the different levels of contradiction - contradiction to one's own knowledge, to current Knowledge, and then to all possible KNOWLEDGE. Euclid's claim of parallel lines turned out to be a contradiction but was something of a second order truth - it was true to his knowledge and true to world Knowledge at the time of the claim but was later proven false to KNOWLEDGE as hyperbolic and elliptical geometry took form. a third order truth being impossible to actually prove.
our hero wanted eponymy as well.
Anyway, on Buckley: Music wailed, a painful visceral scream upon hearing he had drown. Sighing, music then said "Ah, we really lost one there. Thank god though, we had the chance to witness that. Magic."
18 October 2010
02 October 2010
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these two are brothers - having, on average, 1/2 of their genes in common and what not or something and sharing other things too, I'm sure.
this one time at a cousin's wedding - everyone is clapping after the father announces the mr. and mrs. for the first time. and so within the duration of the clap where everyone is still clapping each of them independently by himself decides that he, the individual, is going to sound off the absolute last clap among the 200 people in the church. but not knowing the other has also himself decided to have the absolute last clap, they both clap and clap and clap as all the other clappers stop, all after a perfectly reasonable duration of collective clapping. and then it's awkward. but so then they both laugh, while still clapping, when they realize silently that the other without corroboration but sitting right next to him has decided the same stupid thing that he has decided - to be the last clapper - but the laugh is internal and exposed only in a brief smirk by each (both of which are recognized but neither of which, the smirks, is acknowledged) because laughing would reveal the ingenious plot to the church but laughing or smirking because now in order to sound that last clap he will have to beat out his own brother.
anyway, the younger beats the older. and they tell their mother this at the reception and she says something like "you two are sick." and they laugh even harder.
and they both, the brothers, have this unreasonable love of T-shirts with breast pockets, so-called pocket T's. and so the older wears his clothes a little longer (from purchase to disposal) than the typical adult male so his pocket T's are stained and threadbare - to say the least, via two factual but relatively polite adjectives because frankly, the pocket T's he wears around are basically disgraceful and should barely be considered clothing - and garner better public reaction but the younger has like a dozen of them or 15 from some spending spree at some upper middle class faux vintage clothing outlet which resulted in all these enviable pocket T's of various colors including brown and one destroyed red. and so, whichever brother is wearing the pocket T in the most inappropriate situation (e.g., a dinner party, a family reunion, a wedding etc.) has the upper hand for that day.
and so the brothers' sister is getting married soon...pocket T tuxes and extended applause are likely.
i mean these two are brothers - sharing inside jokes and other nuances that are mostly unsaid and informally established.
this one time at a cousin's wedding - everyone is clapping after the father announces the mr. and mrs. for the first time. and so within the duration of the clap where everyone is still clapping each of them independently by himself decides that he, the individual, is going to sound off the absolute last clap among the 200 people in the church. but not knowing the other has also himself decided to have the absolute last clap, they both clap and clap and clap as all the other clappers stop, all after a perfectly reasonable duration of collective clapping. and then it's awkward. but so then they both laugh, while still clapping, when they realize silently that the other without corroboration but sitting right next to him has decided the same stupid thing that he has decided - to be the last clapper - but the laugh is internal and exposed only in a brief smirk by each (both of which are recognized but neither of which, the smirks, is acknowledged) because laughing would reveal the ingenious plot to the church but laughing or smirking because now in order to sound that last clap he will have to beat out his own brother.
anyway, the younger beats the older. and they tell their mother this at the reception and she says something like "you two are sick." and they laugh even harder.
and they both, the brothers, have this unreasonable love of T-shirts with breast pockets, so-called pocket T's. and so the older wears his clothes a little longer (from purchase to disposal) than the typical adult male so his pocket T's are stained and threadbare - to say the least, via two factual but relatively polite adjectives because frankly, the pocket T's he wears around are basically disgraceful and should barely be considered clothing - and garner better public reaction but the younger has like a dozen of them or 15 from some spending spree at some upper middle class faux vintage clothing outlet which resulted in all these enviable pocket T's of various colors including brown and one destroyed red. and so, whichever brother is wearing the pocket T in the most inappropriate situation (e.g., a dinner party, a family reunion, a wedding etc.) has the upper hand for that day.
and so the brothers' sister is getting married soon...pocket T tuxes and extended applause are likely.
i mean these two are brothers - sharing inside jokes and other nuances that are mostly unsaid and informally established.
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