Still plugging away at the Borges, and I'm really, really loving it. The man is a genius. Makes me want to re-read House of Leaves, actually, since it owes quite a bit to him and there may even be a few explicit references to him and his work; it also makes me want to re-read Infinite Jest, again. His influence is all over Calvino and Eco, too - hell, he's probably influenced most of my bookshelves. The surge of excitement and inspiration I'm getting out of Borges is actually kinda similar to what I was feeling when I was first getting into Steve Reich earlier this year; a lot of the music that I'd already been listening to was suddenly, immediatly thrust into a completely different context, and it turned my brain inside out.
Speaking of which, I really need to get back to a regular songwriting schedule. I've been slacking again. Although, it begs the question: what exactly am I writing for? I'm not in a band, I'm not really sure I want to be in a band anymore, and I'm not sure that anybody who doesn't already know me would even care one way or the other. (And does that even matter?) This question is also somewhat related to where my therapy session left off the other day. Not quite sure I want to get into that right at this very moment, because I'm sure I'll get interrupted at an inopportune moment of emotional breakthrough. Which always happens around here.
The internet has been dumb lately, which is why I've not been posting any links, which is why I've not been posting. Ah well.