musings

“Death is a slow process” is the chaotically ethereal chorus line of my favorite song, “No Shit” by the short-lived Portland indie-folk band Eskimo & Sons. Prior to me writing this very sentence, “Death is a slow process DOT com” was named, in infinite pretentiousness, “druknade djur DOT com”, which is supposed to translate to “drowned animals” in Swedish. I created an intro rambling on mankind’s sprint towards the singularity, and how we were all drowned animals, and how the [formerly] blue background pallet was the bathyal zone (that, I assume, we the drowned animals were sinking into).

However, in classic American fashion, I desecrated the Swedish language. “Druknade” is actually “DruNknade” (see the similar roots to Her Majesty’s English?). For 36 hours I attempted to mentally justify this error as a ‘metaphor for the zeitgeist’ or some absolute hobgobble. I even spoke to some Swedes online, inquiring if the “druknade” misspelling had an excuse as a slang or tense. The overly-sexual replies that followed confirmed, without doubt, that only an American would write such a thing.

So I ponied up 18 dollars to the electronic overseers at WordPress and changed it to my favorite song lyrics. This change is for the better. “Drowned animals” sounds so grim, so pessimistic, so hopeless… I want to ramble, and perhaps depress as a side effect: not explicitly seek to smother the spirit.

This is simply a place to compile my thoughts. I wish to pang pinballs of thought against this [currently] dense forest pallet. Pangs that coalesce into a steady Ruth Goldberg of song, that I may listen to and understand this world better. This is simply a place to heal my subjectivity (revive it, perhaps?). It is not correct, it is not just or righteous, it’s just a bunch of musings.