Goodness, it’s been forever since I wrote!
It’s not that meaningless miscellany hasn’t been popping up in my life — it does, on an almost daily basis.
Why just the other day I was contemplating my absolute disgust for the colour purple. Not because purple and its shades and hues make for bad colours per se.
The problem lies, as usual, with the extremists. Like many things in our modern world, at fault here are purple’s aggressive proponents.
You know what I’m talking about. People into the ‘purp’ can’t seem to express their appreciation in a subtle fashion. No, no, noooo. They must adorn themselves monochromatically, at best in gradations of the hue: lilac, mauve, and lavender.
Very few colours can command the kind of loyalty, the steadfastness in the face of adversity and ridicule that purple can. There was one exceptionally camp gentleman at a gym I used to frequent in Queensway who exclusively wore yellow for all his workouts, which made him look like a packet of mustard.
That dude I was telling you about.
But generally, that sort of blind devotion is reserved for black (which I’ll permit, because black is a very versatile colour, or absence thereof) and, well, purple. Possibly because it’s challenging to match other colours with the bugger. Keep an eye out for it and you’ll see what I’m talking about for yourself.
I’ve also been wanting to discuss my discovery of protein shakes with you lot, but I’ve only just begun to have them so it’s too soon to tell whether this is “a good thing” or “a bad thing” for my flab-busting efforts.
There have also been developments on the deodorant-wars front. I received tub of Primal Pit-Paste, a stellar natural deodorant, all the way from Orange County courtesy of my cousin, which I am currently testing out in conjunction with Kiehl’s Superbly Efficient Anti-prespirant & Deodorant. They’re both doing a great shop of keeping B.O. at bay, but I feel like I need one more product to be included in the trial for me to write up a review.
Then of course, my 30th birthday was a week ago. (I’m a Libra, which explains everything!!!a) Uncharacteristically, there was surprisingly little Debbie-Downer-style rumination on just how little I’ve accomplished over the past three decades. Most of my formidable brain power was devoted to reflecting on just what exactly makes for the ideal birthday cake.
And some of these items will eventually be turned into brilliant posts! Eventually.
Today, however, I want to share the song “Kilo” by a Dutch band called LIGHT LIGHT.
On their bandcamp.com site LIGHT LIGHT are revealed to be a marriage between a “sleaze rock” band “zZz” and a “folk noir minimalist” group called “Saelors.” So like the nonsensical monikers denim designers have begun giving to their various creations, it appears that the naming of musical sub-genres has become more and more absurd.
But because I do like “trippy,” “low-fi” sounds ever so much, this song has burrowed its way into my heart despite (or perhaps because of) its origins.
So please enjoy this lovely bit of audio. More will be coming from The Handbook. Eventually.
- I’m kidding. Or am I? I’m ashamed to admit that I do have a fondness for horoscopes. (back)