When you have sex, sometimes you get sucked into it and almost lose your self-identity. Fingers and lips everywhere. Sometimes you don't. Trying to remember the first twenty pokemon before you come. Trying to remember their order if that's still not enough time.
Some people seem to lose themselves every time. Some people never really do.

If you can keep yourself, is it a betrayal of the moment?

Sarah Diamond-Brown, her name the product of a pair of great-grandparents with a particularly committed sense of humour, necessitated the re-holding of the entire final stage of one of the chef-competition programs, where she reached the semi-finals, or rather penultimate round of judging, and when discussing the food with the tasters/judges, she reveals that she had, in fact, flavoured the dishes with pellets of her own faeces.The video evidence was compelling, and she was charged with the crime but able to show, by feat of duplicating the sleight-of-hand in court, that she had, in fact, in no way broached sanitary…

he seems made. I find it difficult to imagine such a complete structure arising naturally… although what David says about convergent sequences and all that bullshit, implies something like being self-made, self-selected - generated by the universe by some willingness to alter his own origins. Of course, he assures me, all though that's certainly an interesting connection to make, he doesn't think it would work like that, though he looks uncertain, as if he's seen something written in maybe his own hand.

- Don't Know. This is a song by a band that my friend's brother is in, I think. She lives in Kent, but oddly I haven't tried to see if she's even nearby since I moved here. How very remiss of me.

- and it does rather seem like this is becoming that sort of thing, but really, the man says he daren't write any of it down himself because of his experiences and how if he ever writes anything in the first person it's sort of - as he experiences it. He's never dared to try writing himself to the same time twice. Part of the need to trust in the existence of stability, I suppose.
Facts don't change. For him, he says. He says he never experiences that. Except the way he seems to rely on these convergent sequences make…

is pretty great. Gonna pit it against The Decemberists The King is Dead in a bit. The latter came out on top the last time, but now I just don't think so. Radiohead invariably rewards repeated listens and temporal chromatography. That is, to say, I think it ages well. Apparently it's basically just about constructing a rapidly converging sequence, with like no other high-probability fixed point in the range. It's not 100%, technically, but it'll do for 90 years or so without failure, pretty much, if you're rigorous and imaginative. Apparently hence the spectacular result with the drug treatments, and…

…feeling that you get when you haven't done something you should've, or you've done something you shouldn't've, or the nausea of the inescapable when you realise you haven't enough time left. I don't know why, though - I should be alright for time, actually - and it is particularly aggrieving since I'm going to a gig tomorrow, and don't want that sorta weird guilt feeling dragging me down. Maybe it'll be better once the presentation and the PHP are all done and handed over, and I've done some revision for the graphics test. Or maybe it'll only be over once…

- AC/DC. 'Rock and roll ain't gonna die - is this true? Already the form is rather subverted by the proliferation of alternative styles of popular music: hip hop and rap, electronic, folksy; even the white stripes, at one point arguably the most iconic representation of old-school blue-based rock'n'roll, went on to expand their sound. A particular favourite of mine, and a good example of this, is the song Icky Thump, off the album of the same name.
Rock and roll ain't gonna die is, to my mind, like saying that italian terzanelles ain't gonna die. Sure, a new soundscape…

… a place to put certain stuff. I often have access problems, which this would ease. I guess it will depend if I feel it's of a standard for me to let other people at least look at it. I should eventually be comfortable with that anyway. After all, that's sort of meant to be the whole point, in a way. An audience for my mind. When I'm 'in full flow', sometimes I feel like I'm part of the aforedesignated audience.

But, yeah. Do I really trust myself to interest someone? Who is my ideal reader here?
Who, really, can…

Hah. Van der Graaf Generator just came on. (I did leave that comment in, right?) Pilgrims. A hefty 7 mins, but a light fish for these guys. I was hoping for double that.