{"id":2166,"date":"2008-11-09T23:54:34","date_gmt":"2008-11-10T05:54:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/?p=2166"},"modified":"2008-11-10T00:32:12","modified_gmt":"2008-11-10T06:32:12","slug":"moment-of-whatever-the-opposite-of-clarity-is","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theogeo.com\/blog\/musings\/moment-of-whatever-the-opposite-of-clarity-is\/","title":{"rendered":"Moment of whatever the opposite of clarity is"},"content":{"rendered":"

For a few hours now, I’ve been nursing cup after cup of Jamaican coffee. I guess that’s what it’s called \u2014 it’s coffee plus brandy plus rum. That’s what The Internet calls it, anyway. I have to add milk and sugar because I don’t want hair on my chest. Well, more<\/i> hair. It’s a delicious concoction for a chilly autumn night and it makes me want to wear ridiculous multi-colored socks and wear a slanket<\/a>. <\/p>\n

I’ve had so much that I’ve been fighting the jimmy legs and the jitters and that feeling in my brain where I feel like I’m a cat chasing a thought-moth. I’m hoping I break on through to a moment of clarity in which the whole world slows down and I am able to understand it and predict it and divert disaster while everyone around me just sees a blur of energy. Kind of like in this (truncated) episode of Futurama<\/i>:<\/p>\n

via videosift.com<\/a><\/p>\n

But, well, shit don’t work that way and I know it and you know and we know it so I’ll quit getting hung up on the notion.<\/p>\n

Goddamn, there is so much I’d like to write about that I can’t. I have been digitizing my internal monologue for several years now<\/a> and I tell you what, it has never been harder to say what I want to say than it is these days. There’s too much at stake. I hate that feeling, but it’s probably for the best. I keep reading stories about how blogging is fundamentally different these days, and about how it’s kind of lost its luster in favor of microblogging and things like Facebook and Flickr, and while I get that, I hate it. I hate not being able to sit down and say what I want to say. I hate having to show restraint. I hate growing up and actually giving a shit. <\/p>\n

Granted, if I were really smart, I’d probably stop blogging altogether and do what I could to get my name off the interwebs altogether. It is going to be real interesting trying to get future employers to understand why my personality is a feature and not a bug. Blogging: Making people unemployable and unfuckable since 1997.<\/p>\n

God, I don’t even know what this post is about. This is a classic braindump post, the kind I might have written back in 2005 when I was even fatter and even more depressed. I need a haircut, my dad blew out his knee tonight, this person is annoying me, this person is a complete coward, this person makes my heart beat fast, this person will never love me, this person needs to be socked in the mouth, my cats are cute, I can’t believe it’s the end of the year already, I am not prepared to buy\/make the shit-ton of Christmas presents I am going to need to buy\/make this year, I’ve gone up half a pant size and it’s making me grumpy, I wonder what my life would be like now had I moved to Tampa (or even Chicago, even though the Tribune<\/I> didn’t want me) a year ago, I wonder what I’ll be doing this time next year, should I move to another apartment?, how am I going to get a place to stay for the inauguration?, I wish Felix wasn’t old and sick, I wish my parents were in better health, I wish I could fix things, and if I had the chance to go back and redo everything would I? <\/p>\n

It’s the coffee. I’m sure of it. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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