Thursday

The East Coast is Covered in Snow

Just in case you live under...well, no, if it were a rock you'd probably notice the two-three feet of snow that's just fallen on top of the rock.

I love that our blizzard is news. News! Turn on the television and all they talk about is the blizzard. Just in case, you know, you can't look out your window and see it happening, or something like that. I guess it's nice to know how much snow has fallen, to know that this is record-setting, etc. I don't need the television to know that it is snowing, is my point, I guess.

The coldest winter in fourteen years...

I'm listening to HEAD by the Monkees. For the third time in a row--like, nonstop for the last two hours. I don't really know what my problem is. Actually, I don't know if I have one. I did the same thing when I found Sgt. Pepper, and even Their Satanic Majesties Request...I just can't look away. Can you dig it?

So much has happened in a month and I want to write a huge play-by-play but I don't want to write about any of it at the same time. I need a record somewhere, because in time I won't be able to remember so much. I really like this song, "As We Go Along." It was written by Carole King instead of the Monkees, which is typical, I guess, but it reminds me of Neko Case and Middle Cyclone.

What do snowmen represent? I tried engaging my roommates in a philosophical discussion about the meaning of the snowman and nobody was having it. Why build a man out of snow? Is there some inherent meaning in the construction of a crude representation of ourself out of nature's most tangible damning element? Do we build snowmen out of a mocking defiance of the cold and wet? Or are we fascinated by a reminder of our fragile mortality, represented both in the act of fabrication amidst life-numbing conditions, and nature's subsequently slow, gradual dissolution of the little statue from the face of the earth?

For these reasons, do snowmen deserve the same status as mankind's greatest architectural works? Or does the temporarity of the canvas make instead for a fleeting piece of art? Regardless, I stand by my resolution that the snowman is a declaration of humanity in the face of its own stubborn mortality.

I wonder why neither Karfilov or Beatrice wanted to run with this idea. Beatrice was hungry; Karfilov was playing with Mao.

HEAD is interesting, definitely not the kind of thing you expect the Monkees to be a part of, or Jack Nicholson to be attached to. Unless this is the first time you're hearing the Monkees, in which case, everything else they do will probably disappoint you. Assuming you dig this, of course. Maybe you don't like this but like their polished act, because the head trip isn't your groove. I do feel like they try too hard to sound like the Beatles and the Beach Boys and even the Stones, but there's certainly some talent locked away on this album. I'd like to see the movie. I had something else I was thinking about, but I don't remember what that is.

Verde blogs now, and she doesn't know that I know. I don't know now, I was really starting to like her.

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