Gorillaz is playing. “Clint Eastwood.” my coworker remarks, “remember when this song was like… the jam?” i remember.

it’s that time of day when you wonder whether you really do need that last cup of caffeine to survive for another hour and some. you don’t.

what is this site? what am i supposed to say? what am i supposed to think? why is the font so nice-looking? why did i use facebook connect, thereby relinquishing myself of all reasonable claims to privacy, to create an account on this site? why do i ask so many questions?

today should have been an easy day, but i didn’t want to wake up. then i did. i showered, fed the cat, hopped on muni, and read about two star-crossed lovers named Pyramus and Thisbe. poor, poor lovers. like Romeo and Juliet several centuries later, their passions got the best of them. blood everywhere.

now Weezer has taken over. it’s the day of alternative/indie rock jams, i suppose. it’s the day of “Lose Yourself to Dance.” it’s the day of oh my god Britney Spears released a new single that will be instantly forgotten at every flamboyantly gay night club in every major city in the world. it’s the day i discovered Fred Falke and his work w Alan Braxe. it’s the day i remembered the infallible French touch.

ronnyronnyronny. that’s my name, i’m wearing it out.

“on an island in the sun… we’ll be playing and having fun… and it makes me feel so fine i can’t control my brain.”

i’ve had my fair share of vacations this past summer. this past year. Black Rock City to Yellowstone. i’m in love. Natalie to Natalie. “princess is her middle name.” i love her. i say i love her. i feel i love her. i recently read that love isn’t something you feel. it’s something you do. i don’t know anything but i know i enjoy eating bacon and i know i enjoy spending time w Natalie. what else is there? why not pursue joy? why not pursue contentedness? nobody will remember this life.

consider Ovid. most of my coworkers can probably sing Gorillaz but probably none can recite a verse from Ovid. even i can’t do that, and i probably read a thousand just this morning.

Radiohead. how fitting. creepy how fitting.