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Sep. 20th, 2003 02:16 amOkay. So. This is where I take a deep breath, try to focus, and decide exactly what it is I want to talk about. Its one of those nights where I can go on and on and on about everything in the world. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
divalibby made me (yes, she MADE me ;)) have ice cream in an effort to cheer me up, although I didn't really need cheering up. I just needed chocolate. So that was good. It was yummy, too. And the nice brisk (brisk meaning cool, and brisk meaning quickly) walk home from the train station afterwards was instrumental in making up for the enormous amount of stuff I ingested that I shouldn't have ingested. And, I'm nice and wide awake, even though I need to be up in less than six hours. Isn't that fun??
Libby lent me two books tonight, both of which I'm very excited to have in my humble possession for such the brief period of existence we call time I will.... uh... possess them. They are Guide to Quaker Practice, and Twentieth Century Music Theory or something of that vein. Sometimes my brain gets stimulated to the point where I'm very enthused about it being stimulated. Sometimes I can be in the middle of a discussion, or learning something or asking about something, or even formulating an answer to something, and I'll get this spark in the back of my head somewhere that just feels like I've achieved some kind of new level of enlightenment and understanding. And even though I leave said discussion exhilarated by what I think I understand that I haven't before understood, it doesn't always stay with me. I mean both the feeling of understanding and the feeling of exhilaration. Tonight was one of those nights, and in an effort to not lose every shred of what I think I may have caught in the rusty steel trap I call a brain, I'm going to try to recall here in print exactly why having these two books in my possession is important to me right now. Don't worry, I will cut it for those of you who don't have the time, interest or inclination to read every bit of ranting my poor brain and brain-to-finger connection can come up with. And I'll warn you, they're freaking long. I mean, FREAKING long.
( Guide to Quaker Practice )
( Twentieth Century Theory (fellow writers and/or classical musicians, if you have the inclination to read this, I'd really love feedback on the idea) )
Whew.
And if you're wondering, no, my brain still hasn't stopped whirling. Oh, its going to be a long night...........
divalibby made me (yes, she MADE me ;)) have ice cream in an effort to cheer me up, although I didn't really need cheering up. I just needed chocolate. So that was good. It was yummy, too. And the nice brisk (brisk meaning cool, and brisk meaning quickly) walk home from the train station afterwards was instrumental in making up for the enormous amount of stuff I ingested that I shouldn't have ingested. And, I'm nice and wide awake, even though I need to be up in less than six hours. Isn't that fun??Libby lent me two books tonight, both of which I'm very excited to have in my humble possession for such the brief period of existence we call time I will.... uh... possess them. They are Guide to Quaker Practice, and Twentieth Century Music Theory or something of that vein. Sometimes my brain gets stimulated to the point where I'm very enthused about it being stimulated. Sometimes I can be in the middle of a discussion, or learning something or asking about something, or even formulating an answer to something, and I'll get this spark in the back of my head somewhere that just feels like I've achieved some kind of new level of enlightenment and understanding. And even though I leave said discussion exhilarated by what I think I understand that I haven't before understood, it doesn't always stay with me. I mean both the feeling of understanding and the feeling of exhilaration. Tonight was one of those nights, and in an effort to not lose every shred of what I think I may have caught in the rusty steel trap I call a brain, I'm going to try to recall here in print exactly why having these two books in my possession is important to me right now. Don't worry, I will cut it for those of you who don't have the time, interest or inclination to read every bit of ranting my poor brain and brain-to-finger connection can come up with. And I'll warn you, they're freaking long. I mean, FREAKING long.
( Guide to Quaker Practice )
( Twentieth Century Theory (fellow writers and/or classical musicians, if you have the inclination to read this, I'd really love feedback on the idea) )
Whew.
And if you're wondering, no, my brain still hasn't stopped whirling. Oh, its going to be a long night...........
