But I had more to say apparently

This post will only make sense when/ if you read the earlier post, but alas you're reading this first since it's the most recent post, and that is life. It does not always come in order.

All that stream-of-consciousness-ing that I did in the last post made me think of beautiful things that I have read or heard. Just b/c of that T.S. Elliot poem. I love "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." I've never been entirely sure why. I didn't like a lot of his work because I found it too literary and dense. Yes, poetry and literature should make one think and delve deeper, but mostly they should be beautiful, no? And accessible? But perhaps my aesthetic theory is that of a simpleton. Possible.

Other things I love that come to mind. The Bone People by Keri Hulme about three sad, depressing people who find each other and learn to (a) accept each other and then (b) love each other. Perhaps there is a (c) that they find out they cannot do without each other. Oh my, did I give it all away? Worry not, the beauty is in the writing, not so much in the plot.

Sentiment. I love sentiment. I say this having come from a friend's Christmas tree party on Friday, where we all selected the tree, then put it upright, put lights and decorations on it, and drank egg nog (and, as the night grew later, whiskey) while listening to Christmas carols. And so I like sentiment, and traditions, and that idea that people should come together and do things like dress up a tree.

I'm now at a loss for things that I love. Yikes. I thought one thing would lead to another and I'm drawing a blank. Although that is not entirely true. Things are coming to mind but I'm now beginning to second-guess myself and wonder, oh, but is that something I love or just like? For example, I'm thinking about the new album by Girl Talk, All Day. Which I don't love, but am presently enamored with, meaning that I am listening to it over and over again. There are epic, operatic moments for me (like the Creed mash up, or the U2 mash up) but there are rather mundane moments in the album, too, which means that it probably won't end up being something I love. But I like it for now.

I must get off this bed and go outside. Enough.