It's true. I never know when it will happen, and for the life of me I can't figure out a pattern to it, but without fail I will wake up at least one day a week and be a completely scruffy bastard. Why can't my beard grow at a nice, normal, uniform pace? Sigh. I guess this is what I get for being Polish...and I shouldn't complain too much, since this beard is the only thing standing between me being offered wine in restaurants and being carded for cigarettes.
If you can't tell, my insomnia has reared it's nasty little head again tonight. At least I don't have anything major to do tomorrow....I can just stay here and ramble as long as I want!
It bothers me how often people hear "New Jersey" and automatically think Sopranos. I may be one of six people to grow up in that state and absolutely hate that show, but whatever...I don't like being typecast. And the vast majority of us don't sound like that. I've always maintained that I don't HAVE much of an accent, one way or another, even though I grew up in Jersey. I can no longer claim that, however...listening to a couple of albums from one of my favorite bands drove a few points home. I never realized until now how easy it was for me to sing along to The Early November...because, in addition to his voice being of a similar pitch to mine, the lead singer nuances his words and intonations just like I do. It is the Central Jersey Non-Accent, my friends...and the only reason I can notice it now is because I've picked up so much of the good ol' Minnesota speakin', don'tcha know? My A's are flat and my O's round, eh? I know Tim at least will know what I'm talking about...and will either understand or hate me every time I tease a native for how they pronounce "bag."
Heh...wow. You might think that last paragraph is bad, but you should see me when I get really blitzed. I'm a one-man riot, the white Dave Chapelle minus actual comedic skill. And plus a beard...did I mention the beard?
Anyway, if you listen to the Early November, especially the acoustic version of "Come Back," you'll hear what I used to sound like. Especially in the first stanza, with the pronunciation of the word "little." Oooh, that reminds me...the one concrete example I can give of the Central Jersey Non-Accent: we are perhaps the only people who can pronounce the word "intermittent" WITHOUT ever making a T-sound.
I think I need Valium. Or at the least, Adderall...I've been steadily degenerating into an ADHD lunatic for the last five years.
Had a conversation with CPL earlier tonight about character/plot interdevelopment. I was highly encouraged by the fact that I felt like I knew what the hell I was talking about. Maybe prose isn't as far out of my reach as I thought it was...I mean, I know I can write. And by write I mean craft words, almost effortlessly when it comes to academic papers and stuff like that. If I'm patient enough, I can craft those words into poetry that I'm actually proud to show to people. BUT, there is one hell of a big difference between the construction of language and the use of language. I don't know if I have the ability to create characters or extended plots. I'd be happy, no, ecstatic to have even half the ability of many of the authors here, like Dom, DK, and CPL, to string a story together -- regardless of my technical abilities as a writer.
It's like jazz...you gotta have soul.
P.S. -- Seriously. WTF is up with Snakes on a Plane? Samuel L. Jackson, I can't decide if I've just lost all respect for you.