I'm doing (serving? sentenced to?) jury duty today - coming in live from Room 261 of the Kings County Supreme Court, even. Thanks to ubiquitous wi-fi and my netbook, it's going a lot better than I thought it would. Just for backup, I packed my DS, Lolita and a Borges anthology. They're not seeing much use thanks to my little eight-inch box o' Internet, however.
I sprung a nosebleed right as they started the orientation. So now I get to tell people I was sitting in the Supreme Court with a bloody nose. Hell of a conversation starter. I don't think anyone noticed, as the young lady next to me still lent me a (bank) pen.
On a personal note, the passing of the new year has left me feeling drained, and probably will continue to drain me until roughly April. I've discussed my sensitivity to the change in seasons previously, so feel free to consult said previous entry if you have any interest in the imminent decline of post quality (albeit not quantity.) I've actually gone ahead and bought a anti-depression lamp, so here's hopin' it blasts away the blues at 100,000 lumens at 8” or whatever the hell the specs on that 200-dollar compact star were.
Right. Considering my vested interest in keeping this an arts and culture affair and not, say, my LiveJournal ca. 1999-2005, here's some bullshit:
Okay, that wasn't really bullshit. That was my favorite result of The Onion's venture into multimedia (with Obama's veto of some very important legislation a close second.) I'm not going to dissect the video for you; if you're not sure what's going on then rent some 1950s horror movies – 1954's seminal bug-hunt Them! immediately comes to mind. I will say that it is the Scientist-Jeff-Goldblum cameo that absolutely made it for me.
Anyhow, I've been Empaneled. Time to go. Excelsior!
I have a lot of trouble adjusting to the winter. For reasons unknown, my body goes into quasi-hibernation mode right after daylight savings kicks in. I get considerably more tired, more often, regardless of sunlight or caffeine intake. My mood tends to drop, out of nowhere, like the goddamn Tower of Terror. Any sort of ambition or will to do anything constructive (or even destructive!) gets put on hiatus until April, unless I absolutely force myself. Which is all great considering all this horsecrap falls right on top of finals, and by the look of it I'm going to be in school until I'm 30. I'm only barely kidding.
So, I find the best cure is to whip out the previous summer's Big Song. It's funny, actually; I listen to plenty of new music over the summer, but there's only ever a single song that I can genuinely identify with the season. Hell, this time I found the song in late April. There's just something so perfectly sunny about it. The guitars are bright, the voices are sincere, and while it's a breakup song, it definitely veers on the side of "better to have loved and lost" than "oh god come back." Which will hopefully steering me into feeling the former, rather than the latter, about this miserable change in seasons.
Without further ado, here is Dreamdate with their song "8 Sleeves" off 2009's album Patience: