7/30 Soul'phistication

Experimental writing is an experimental joke, and especially a survey course on the topic conducted whilst one is expected to be working on ideas for a 'major (non-experimental) work'. I absolutely love the theories and concepts involved in experimentalism, and in particular in experimental music, but at this moment, in this semester, I couldn't care less about word association exercises that bring me no closer to the 6,000 words I owe in a couple months, or the 18,000 or even 40,000 words I would be expected to produce next year.

UniBar Jack & Cokes with our new class addition, to whom Martina divulged far more information than I would have liked. But the new girl seems smart and funny, so I'm pleased. Then Sophie and I got the most delicious pizza ever made-- chicken and asparagus-- and I ate enough to put me in a dead-to-the-world mini-coma which rendered unable to do anything but slump in my chair and listen to Hindu Love Gods and Bob Marley.

Drink Count: 7

New Installment!!!!

Top 20 Worst Album Covers Of All Time!

#20:
I don't know who or what this is, so all I can say is: 1) nice 'stache, 2) kickin' mutton-chops, Chester A. Arthur would be envious, and 3) his hair blends into the fake-wood wall behind him, obviously from a trailer park. I won't even touch the suit. I don't think women would either, even in 1978...

Wait, By Request Only? Who asked this putz to sing? Though I suppose it couldn't be worse than this guy, one of Martina's ex-lovers (I'm not joking-- we went on a drunk googling spree Friday; yay internets!) She will never live down sleeping with a lounge singer who says in his official bio: "Fluent in French and Italian, capable of flirting in Spanish and Portugese..."

As if anyone could stand the very sound of Portugese... please!