Dreams

So I've been dreaming alot lately. I guess that's wierd for me; not that dreaming is wierd, but the nature of the dreams themselves are a little different for me. They're good dreams, don't get me wrong, but they're the kind of dreams that feel loaded with symbols, the kinds of dreams that people who like to read dreams are into. Personally, I think the whole notion of the "subconcscious using dreams as a vehicle to communicate with the conscious mind" is kind of ridiculous, treating the subconscious like some sort of homunculous that inhabits some occult corner of my mind. Still, the dreams feel like they mean something.

The night before last I had this emotional dream that I had a child (Not like I gave birth, but just my child). Could be around the kid wihtout breaking into tears, and much of the dream was comitted to me trying to figure out how to suport it. To contextualize this, I had a job interview to be an MCAT tutor with Kaplan that day.

Last night I dreamed that I picked this HOT girl up at a bar, and we went back to her room. When we got there, there was some dude like fixing the plumbing or installing cable or doing something like that in her room, and people just generally kept interrupting us (I kept on anyway, but she was distracted). At some point, she got pulled off to go do something saying she'd be right back, and I got left waiting for her on the bed. I killed time watching TV with her friend (yes, someone was watching TV in the room the whole time), and the girl never came back. CONTEXT: Last night I went to an OK dance party with some friends (didn't take anyone home) and went to sleep watching TV.

Followers of Freud and Jung: feel free to analyze me.

Blogging community?

So recently I discovered my friend kevin has a blog on blogger, and wanted to see if I could somehow "friend" him like facebook/livejournal/myspace style, and quickly realized I just didn't know how. So then I decided I'd check out other people's blogs to see if that might enlighten me. I was flippin through the "next Blog" link blogger offers, and I notcied no one's blogs had any list of friends or subscribed blogs, and that most comments on blogs were either straight up spam, or were to the tune of "nice blog, come check out mine www.blahblhablha.com!"

Blogger is not what I expected. It's like we're all sitting on our own little islands, screaming our thoughts into the atmosphere, competing to be noticed by the birds. Not being able to link directly to other's blogs seems like a pretty big roadblock to forming social connections with others on the network. I've already started this blog, so I'm gonna try to stick with it, but maybe this site's not for me.

Seems like a lonely way to blog.

crack deals and bank robberies

So this is my first blog. In fact, this is my first blog post! I'm making no promises to content: with any luck, this will be a pretty free form blog. I'll probably talk about my life here and there, but I'm not above waxing philosophic, complaining about postmodernity, and just generally ranting.

So I guess what I'm saying is that this is not a political-blog, or a personal-blog per se, or any label people like applying to blogs. This is an experiment. If posts seem incongrous, they probably are. I make no promises to the quality of content, nor to any consistency of subject matter. In fact, every now and then, I may outright lie. I'll level with you: when I was setting this up I considered creating a completely fictitious persona, just for the sake of giving you something interesting to read.

Maybe if this gets old I'll start writing abour crack deals and bank robberies.