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i feel really good today. i played this nice little roblox game with my best friend, and we chatted for a little and ate virtual barbeque. im glad he's feeling better as well. today was a noticable y-up in the graph of day-moods. i want to read Infinite Jest more. i've just gotten past the part where Orin quits to play football. it also made me want to record something. i really liked David Wallace's description of his fictionalized new-age physical media/media player, specifically how it stops playing media.
-- when the tiny .5-sector of digital space each punt's programmed to require runs out and the crowd-sound moos and dies and you can hear the disk-drive stalled at the terminal byte and Orin's chin-strapped plastic-barred face is there on the giant viewer, frozen and High-Def in his helmet, right before impact, zoomed in on with a quality lens. Of particular interest are the eyes.
most media players, as far as i know, really only just stop display and turn off. this one stalls. i like his brief, DIY approach to descriptions. he describes the object, but doesn't get too meticulous, and you are able to, in your mind's eye, fill in the specifics. i imagine the disk-playing-console to look identical, minus markings, not as specific since i've never really seen one, to the first Playstation. i tend to also imagine new scenery as on-spot-made-up places, but when interiors are made up i usually find myself imagining a room i've been in. exemptions include Hal's room in the E.T.A., and the section of the HmH with the Green Babies (the plants), where Hal's room is a very cramped one, with two bunk-beds making four mattresses, and a dresser in the middle, and the HmH a big victorian-adjacent college, the ones with church-styles, where the plants are at the crossroads of four cardinal long big passages, with doors uniformly on every step in any given direction, and usually when a big feast is involved the table is near the intersection but lefted to be more in a passageway, usually west though i imagine its direction as being called east, of the center. obviously this isn't realistic or even similar to how the story describes it, since Hal only rooms with i think 3 people, but i don't remember that sort of thing nearly as well, and but who really cares about such meticulous trip-ups? i'm still having a good time anyway.
with my best friend, the barbeque-one, i feel he is the only one i truly trust with all of myself. this is fine i guess, but i'd like to write big blogs about how i feel, and though i don't mean to overshare, i want to broaden my thoughts to typing, not just to him, but to feel non-indebted to write the specific way i do to him, and instead on here, though it is still probably an overshare to try to do so as much as possible, yet too little and there simply is no blog. strange.
-- when the tiny .5-sector of digital space each punt's programmed to require runs out and the crowd-sound moos and dies and you can hear the disk-drive stalled at the terminal byte and Orin's chin-strapped plastic-barred face is there on the giant viewer, frozen and High-Def in his helmet, right before impact, zoomed in on with a quality lens. Of particular interest are the eyes.
most media players, as far as i know, really only just stop display and turn off. this one stalls. i like his brief, DIY approach to descriptions. he describes the object, but doesn't get too meticulous, and you are able to, in your mind's eye, fill in the specifics. i imagine the disk-playing-console to look identical, minus markings, not as specific since i've never really seen one, to the first Playstation. i tend to also imagine new scenery as on-spot-made-up places, but when interiors are made up i usually find myself imagining a room i've been in. exemptions include Hal's room in the E.T.A., and the section of the HmH with the Green Babies (the plants), where Hal's room is a very cramped one, with two bunk-beds making four mattresses, and a dresser in the middle, and the HmH a big victorian-adjacent college, the ones with church-styles, where the plants are at the crossroads of four cardinal long big passages, with doors uniformly on every step in any given direction, and usually when a big feast is involved the table is near the intersection but lefted to be more in a passageway, usually west though i imagine its direction as being called east, of the center. obviously this isn't realistic or even similar to how the story describes it, since Hal only rooms with i think 3 people, but i don't remember that sort of thing nearly as well, and but who really cares about such meticulous trip-ups? i'm still having a good time anyway.
with my best friend, the barbeque-one, i feel he is the only one i truly trust with all of myself. this is fine i guess, but i'd like to write big blogs about how i feel, and though i don't mean to overshare, i want to broaden my thoughts to typing, not just to him, but to feel non-indebted to write the specific way i do to him, and instead on here, though it is still probably an overshare to try to do so as much as possible, yet too little and there simply is no blog. strange.
