|Part of Speech:||adjective|
|Synonyms:||apathetic, blah*, blue*, broken, cast down,|
dejected, despondent, disconsolate, dispirited,
dopey, down, down in the dumps, down in the
mouth, downcast, downhearted, draggy, drippy,
droopy, dull, enervated, flat tire, flat*,inanimate,
indifferent, lackadaisical, lackluster,languid,
languishing, languorous, lifeless, limp,listless, low,
melancholic, melancholy, mopy,slothful, subdued,
submissive, tame, torpid,unconcerned, unenthusiastic,
|Antonyms:||energetic, happy, lively, spirited, uplifted|
I feel better when I do things.
I've been writing things for a novel. So far it feels like throat-clearing, prologue stuff.
Things I wrote that probably won't actually be in the novel:
This novel could be described as "like The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, but no stroke." And the protagonist is just some twenty-five-year-old shithead.
The little boy with the special-edition DVD with director's commentary. The little boy with favorite sections of the Sunday New York Times.
My last day at the nonprofit we went bowling. It was fun enough, I guess, in a bleak, shitty sort of way.
I'm almost finished reading The Possibility of an Island by Michel Houellebecq. It conveys a very depressing worldview, just like all of his books.
"I have told you already I do not give a single fuck."
I'm intrigued by his prose style, how he does paragraphs; there are a lot of semicolons, but sometimes he uses commas instead, he creates run-ons. His writing feels liberated, free, but purposeful.
There was a small, maybe 2-paragraph section on a page that recounts the narrator finding his dog dead in a snowbank or something following the suicide of his lover (this dog had been the one nice thing in his life following the suicide), and it was such a great piece of writing all on its own, that one little section; I read it again, but slowly.
Next I'm going to read The Key and Diary of a Mad Old Man by Junichiro Tanizaki. Henry Miller was into Tanizaki, he mentions him in this sweet footage of him in a bathrobe explaining all the stuff on the walls of his bathroom in Big Sur.
Looking at Artists' Lives on Wikipedia
Oscar Wilde was editor of The Woman's World magazine for a while--I read about it here--it was fairly progressive/highbrow--he had an office and an assistant editor--he'd come and go as he pleased--he wrote The Picture of Dorian Gray and several famous essays during that time, composed when he'd leave his office to go out to a cafe.
I love Marcel Duchamp's final artwork, Étant donnés. His life is interesting to me, Duchamp. "The illuminating gas."
Just typed up a paragraph entitled "My life story" and deleted it.
Just got asked to be interviewed in a kitchen for a new web TV show.
A thing by me is in the next Shabby Doll House. It's called "Fantasy."
I think it'd be fun if we got a big ridiculous comment section going somewhere, like on a Melissa Broder HTMLGIANT post or something. Or not.
Rachel and I watched this documentary called The Bridge about people jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. Was kind of depressing but not as depressing as I anticipated. People jump off the Golden Gate Bridge a lot, it is the #1 suicide spot, I believe. Most people die instantly on impact.