I haven't been wanting to write lately. Partly because my attention span has been whittled away by my increasing participation in the phenomenon known as twitch media, exemplified by Twitter, Friendfeed, as well as the new Facebook. But also partly because I've been in a state of disordered transition for the past few months, haphazardly figuring out what I want to do with my life. I still don't really know, exactly, but I've at least decided which direction to go in this garden of forking paths.

So talking to S has inspired me. And reminded me of all the things that I've given up to follow this path that I'm on.

So my trip down memory lane keeps going:

My iPod took me back, way back, on the drive home from work today:

Watching the Disney redub on the Cartoon Network right now. I still think it’s pretty cool. The first time I watched it was as a fansub in 1999, I think. I don’t know if being in the original Japanese makes it just seem more epic or something, although at least the Disney version doesn’t have any cuts like the first dubbed version which most Miyazaki fans find completely abhorrent.

I cannot take the sharp dives, the abrupt ascents
send me reeling, my heart in my throat
thumping and rumbling, like there's something trapped in there
trying to break free
As gravity's iron grip yanks my body out of thin air again
I'm just hoping to black out
to float in the deep abyss of silent ignorance
knowing nothing and not caring
Slapped awake by the whipping wind
impending doom grows in my stomach

Very bad translations, corporate doom, and the mutual exclusiveness of an Empire and a future