As of today I finally have home Wi-Fi! Yay.
The good/ bad news about this is that I have to now put into action my plan to make sure I blog at least once a day. I want to make blogging more of a habit, and make it so my lovely readers can also get into a habit ‘Ok, just got to work, should I get my work started? Nah, I’ll get a dose of my daily Dave first.’ Yay.
I want to write more about what I am up to, and just more of me of the real me, and I want to keep writing weird stream of conciseness essays, and I want my stream of conscience to have some sort of context based on what I have been up to, and I just want the challenge, because that makes you better, and look I finally looked up something I have been putting off for years, the correct version of that term I have long loved and worked, with is officially ‘stream of consciousness’! I’ve been getting that shit wrong for years.
Of course to write a blog every day I needed a home internet connection to begin, because it is too much to ask that I go out to find a coffee shop Wi-Fi or the like, because that would be too much of a commitment. Which is why I am starting today. Even though I have literally been on some form of Internet every day since I first thought about making this commitment.
And that’s been a long time. I first wanted to start when I was traveling around Asia nearly a year ago. I figured I would be doing interesting things every day and having those things to talk about would be a good way to begin. But then I got caught up doing interesting things and didn’t get around to it.
Then I thought I might start when I went to Toronto earlier this year. I figured I would be doing interesting things every day and having those things to talk about would be a good way to begin. But then I got caught up doing interesting things and didn’t get around to it.
Then upon moving back to Los Angeles I figured it was definitely time to start, because I want to write for TV here, and if I can’t prove I can write interesting things everyday by blogging then how will I know I am capable of writing interesting things everyday for a TV show. But then I got caught up doing interesting things and didn’t get around to it.
Also I let the lack of Wi-Fi give me an excuse. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Use the free Wi-Fi in the lobby of my building everyday? Hell no, I needed HOME Wi-Fi. Well that excuse has sailed. Also the Wi-Fi guy got here early, and by the time he was done I found myself awake hours earlier than usual, and had the free time to write, so what did I do? I went to look at furniture, that’s what.
You see I don’t have any. I got my bed and TV done, and figured I would get around to the rest, but I haven’t yet. I eat on the floor everyday with a box for a table, and watch TV on the floor everyday next to my box.
Now, here is the weird thing - when I am around really cool art, especially if I am watching it get made, I have a weird feeling. It’s hard to explain, but for now I will call it a ‘non-sexual spinal boner’. This is where my back starts to tingle, I don’t know what it is, but only artists give it to me, and I LOVE it. I fucking LOVE it. It’s been caused by all genres of art in the past, and feels incredible, and inspiring, and gets me off in a way nothing else can, and today I was getting a mad non-sexual spinal boner for really expensive furniture.
Either I really need to explore the LA art scene and get back into making art myself, or I’m officially horny for eccentric yet impractical and way overpriced coffee tables. While I know the former is true, it may also be the latter, because on my way home I stopped into a rock n roll photography gallery, and without much thought at all I bought a random coffee table book. It looks awesome on my box. I still don’t have any furniture; I’ve spent too much money on travelling recently to buy anything cool.
Basically what I am saying is who wants to check out an art gallery or two with me and then drive me to Ikea? Even if you don’t, feel free to just say you do and then put it off for a year or two, I’ll accept almost any excuse.
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