||[Nov. 3rd, 2007|01:22 pm]
It is only 12:30, and my head is already so full of study that motivation wanes. I would like to end the academic portion of my day, but I would not be satisfied if I did.|
Every day is outlined by crows or magpies lately, birds that Jon and I take an interest in over activity or interaction. There is a newborn maggie who can't take off, and rooted to the spot, wakes me up at 6am consistently. And there is a young crow by the psych building - near the wooden beast I often pass, but rarely take in - abstract art of the lowest interpretive value, offering nothing other than itself - a hunk of unmoving, aesthetically appealing, entirely unthinking, unfeeling, disaster - the epitome of semantic absence portrayed through art - functionless to the extreme - and just another object to avoid on the physical plane and walkway from A to B. The crow doesn't do anything with the style or finesse of experience. It is beyond the explanatory ease of simple curiosity - how fun it is to watch it learn its legs, or hunt for food under the eye and inspection of nearby friends.
There are too many games, Christmas season. Bioshock, Gears of War, Orange Box, Crysis, Sam and Max, Super Mario Galaxy, Guitar Hero III, and Fire Emblem - Radiant Dawn. How am I supposed to decide from these?