sampling the soup

Bubbling gently on the extreme back burners of my back-brain for the last year or so has been an extended meditation on the nature of this blogging phenomenon. Cultural wossname. Thing. On a day such as today, when I am vaguely down and hence unable to think of anything that has transpired in my life over the last three days which falls within the narrow limits of integration defined by (a) anything I can render vaguely interesting to anyone for any reason, and (b) anything I'd be happy sharing, I am forced to fall back on the philosophical. *waxes philosophical*. Warning! cultural studies academic at work! This gives me the perfect opportunity to try out the dreaded LJ cut. Should you feel the need to watch me stir the soup pot, feel free to lift the lid. ( soup pot )

Today's angsty introspection brought to you courtesy of my *&%#&) Windows install, which randomly loses the audio drivers now and then, so I can't play music. *seethes quietly*. Shall address the issue by having a Vin Dieselfest with starmadeshadow tonight, which will hopefully lift the mood a tad. The simple pleasures are always the best.