~ The TTC is still almost empty. I guess in the new year it’ll resume its regular pakt like sardines in a crushd tin box status. Speaking of which Radiohead is the perfect commuting music. Though I can’t locate my MP3 player so I have to hum to myself. Which is fine because the TTC is empty of people to think I’m crazy these days. Every time I step into a nearly vacated TTC station I can’t help think, “Zombie apocalypse…”
~ I’ve decided to love the library. And not just in a lip service way, but actually using it this time. Though their books and videos set off alarms everywhere else you go. “No, I’m not a shoplifter, I’m literate!” I’m reading Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, never having done so before (and that new ridiculous set of Bladerunner being released made me think of it). The book is much more Paul Verhoven and much less Ridley Scott. In cinematic terms.
~ For the first time since leaving school I’m putting together a presentation mounted on foamcore boards. I still think “foamcore” would be a worthy musical genre. But can’t fathom what it would be. Maybe everything would be mixed to sound like you’re listening to it through a pillow. “Unicore” on the other hand, I still maintain, is a better name for “posi-core.” Or perhaps a sub-sub-genre of posi-core dealing with more disco beats.