I changed the look of my journal. I really like the overall theme, but hate having a white background. It hurts my eyes. There’s just something that is satisfying about light-colored type on a dark screen. Do you feel the same way? Am I completely off base? Am I putting too much thought into my LiveJournal? (Yeah, yeah, that last one is a yes. I know.)
I’ve been feeling really homesick lately. Blah. I miss my family. For some random reason, I even miss Frank. Even though he was a Ford.
Excerpt from “Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs” by Klosterman:
“You’re missing the point,” she said. “What you’re saying makes sense in theory, but not in practice. You’re trying to compare apples and oranges.”
“Why do you keep saying that?” he asked in response. “Apples and oranges aren’t that different, really. I mean, they’re both fruit. Their weight is extremely similar. They both contain acidic elements. They’re both roughly spherical. They serve the same social purpose. With the possible exception of a tangerine, I can’t think of anything more similiar to an orange than an apple. If I was having lunch with a man who was eating an apple and–while I was looking away–he replaced that apple with an orange, I doubt I’d even notice. So how is this a metaphor for difference? I could understand if you said, ‘That’s like comparing apples and uranium,’ or ‘That’s like comparing apples with baby wolverines,’ or ‘That’s like comparing apples with the early work of Raymond Carver,’ or ‘That’s like comparing apples with hermaphroditic ground sloths.’ Those would all be valid examples of profound disparity. But not apples and oranges. In every meaningful way, they are virtually identical.”
“You’re missing the point,” she said again, this time for different reasons.
For some reason my left hand smells faintly like vomit. I don’t know why. I haven’t vomited or been near vomit. Just ten minutes ago I returned from the bathroom where I washed my hands. I’m gonna go put on some of my antibacterial lotion and stop smelling my hands.