I overslept this morning by quite a few hours and ended up in a very strange place doing a number of strange activities that included all of the following (in no particular order):
- Searching for illicit drugs in an abandoned movie theatre with the intention of ‘sniffing’ out my friends
- Wearing a large corset/back brace made of ceramic (for menstrual/medical reasons)
- Attempting to go on a date with someone who may or may not be your cousin while wearing the aforementioned appliance, and expecting him to understand
- Crusading against cereal box crusaders (Lady Gaga, Adele, Carrie Underwood, you know who you are)
- Turning paper hangers into conduits of orange soda
- Working on a train full of Jehova’s Witnesses
- Finding a TV channel whose programming only deals with the affects of chronic anxiety on people riding the aforementioned trains, and also roller-coasters. How they eventually end up dying…
- Being trapped in a screen door
- Gossiping about a young neighborhood girl’s best friend’s father while she’s in your house. Offering her pizza and advising her to stay away from adults who are not her own parents
- Whining about the fact that I haven’t gone swimming lately, but then being unable to locate deep enough water when given the opportunity
Make of any of that what you will. I just woke up, and I’m still really disoriented. This is probably the best time now to jump back into the McLuhan text that I started into last week. If there’s any time to understand the works of a philosopher who views media as the extensions of man, then it’s in the wake of dreaming (the ultimate mind-extension).
“Brain tissue in its natural state is too soft to work with, but it can be hardened by immersion in alcohol or other fixatives.” That’s really telling isn’t it, Wikipedia? Thank you for that brief interjection.
I’m off to go make French toast.