broken thoughts

i need to sell some of my junk. stacks are rising to the ceiling.

ZTEJ321 : what did you do today'?
Epicurus83 : i sat around - slept in - read - bought groceries - blogstalked

night photos from the vantage of seven feet in the air looking down
flash washing everything out - a few random angles of strangers scattered about - putting the pieces together....

generation gap - carbon dating
branding identities - virtualizing human connections
focus on the details - take it easy on the prose

and why this method of 'knowing' rather than the classic, tried-and-true meeting someone face to face, approaching them, expressing a downtoearth interest...could it be out of cowardice/shyness? .... there again, there are endless seas of therapootical analysis (anal-is-SEAS) ..... methane enduced over-analysis.

and while i've got a stack of books sitting in reality not five feet away from where i now type - to-do reading - and a constant supply via half.com still coming in - i still gravitate toward the intraweb - content to thumb through a blog of someone i don't even know....

my posse, friends and i.
ask anyone standing next to me in the bar and they're sure to be able to list off anyone's bear411 sn quicker than they can remember a real name.
we're still cavorting about, self-image complexes in tow , while one generation above us is... , while one generation above that is.... (maybe i seek assistance with filling in the blanks)

I seem on the fast track to becoming the gossip girl (fanboy) of this newly discovered community...
lives - i can spend an entire day off crashing my safari with *apple-T*-action endless tabs, mapping my through all the blogs/interconnectedness

it's almost better than mapping the intricate mythology of Lost *gasp*. Much to this avid viewer's chagrin, characters on lost have become somewhat 2-D/predictable within the last season. The only current tv i'll watch.

relax. i can be patient. "Italia" by Gabriel yared from Talented Mr. Ripley soundtrack plays as i cross the hall to get a glass of unfiltered tap water. returning to my room with it's random bulbs lighting corners of the vaulted ceiling and awkward angles, making it look like i live in a giant lantern, the day dusking away out my open window. a morsel of contentedness is stirred up by my cozy lantern.