Oh, alack. I wrote a whole long post which was cunning and grand, and then I pressed preview, and saw I did something wrong, and pressed back, and it was all gone. I'll bring it back as best I can, but I'm no Jesus.

The careful reader of my blog will have noticed that there has not been a real post (I'm not counting the Rumi post, as it was only technically in the King's English, and did not come near the organised form that would make a real post) since June the Second, when I made an unfortunate and wrong-headed retraction. And the last post of the sort that really characterizes my blog, with much pontificating and blabbering, was so long before that that I am too busy and important to hunt it down.

But Alex!, cries the gentle reader, why must this be!? Where have gone the posts of yesteryear, the posts of thought and rhetorical questions and self reference? Gentle reader, I could give you some pat answer, the sort of pontification and blabbering that would send you away satisfied, filled, slightly dizzy even at the words which I have lined up and sent to you. But I won't.

The reason for my uncharacteristic quiet, dear reader, is that I am without [framework/paradigm/Weltanshauung, depending on your level of pretentiousness]. I have no guiding philosophy. I'm not really a libertarian socialist anymore, but nothing has come to fill the void.

Yes once there was a time where I could give you an automatic answer to damn near any query you gave me. Had I been an advice columnist during this time I could have shown you how capitalism was ruining your love life (in one of the more silly parts of Days of Love, Nights of War, they contend that deoderant is a capitalist conspiracy to keep us from smelling eachother's phermones and falling in love).

Now my beliefs are just a hodge-podge of beliefs, rife with contradictions and hypocrisies. But Alex!, says the kindly reader, everybody's like that, really.

And it may please the average Gustav to talk without a framework, to build a house with no blueprint, but to a fragile and beautiful flower like myself it is agonizing.

And so for now, good reader, you shall have to content yourself with lists, links, and little tidbits from my life. And me writing the same fucking post twice. But fear not! I am sure I shall rise Phoenix-like from the ashes. Will I have a new ideology? Will I adjust to no ideology? (is this withdrawal?) TUNE IN NEXT TIME etc etc

In the meantime, I'll make a lil' list of things that have been interesting me

Gabriele D'Annunzio, the delightfully mad poet/adventurer, who ran Fiume as his own pirate utopia.

The Illuminatus! Trilogy, which feels like it was written just for me (fringe politics, especially anarchism mixed with fringe religion, and every conspiracy theory there's ever been, plus more than a few of their own design). It's also reinvigorated my interest in Discordianism. Hail Eris!

The Sami, also known as Lapplanders, those reindeer herders of the North, on whom I'm taking a whole class, and who are rather neat.

The Samia, also known as The Purple Goose, that be-witching and be-autiful girl of Irving, of whom I can't get enough, and who is extremely neat.

The House Without Windows and Eepersip's Life There, a great book written in the early 1900s by a 9 year old (and then re-written a few years later after it accidentally got burned down), which details Eepersip running away from her parents and becoming one with nature. It is truly grand indeed. If anyone wants to borrow it, they can do so from the UT Library or myself (through the UT library).

Animal Collective, Unicorns, Out Hud, Deerhoof...Bob came to visit and I stole much of his music. Whee! Thanks Bob!

Well I can't think of anything else that's interesting enough that I'm thinking of it, so I'll stop here and for God's sake I'll copy this all before I look at it

Love,
Alex

7:50 PM

After years of abuse and oppression, my teeth are finally rising up against me. It started as a general strike (from their usual job of 'not hurting') and has swelled into full-scale revolution. At the moment there's only minor unrest, but only because I hired two Advil strike-breakers. I have procured the services of a professional in these matters to take care of the rabble rousers (the so-called 'Wisdom Teeth Internationale'), but I'm not sure how long until that happens. Until it does though the red flag of pain and revolution shall fly high in my mouth.
3:00 PM

I must get this book.
10:12 AM