Ahhhhh

Back to the pollutants, cat dander, drug addicts, and cult-shah. It's fucking ace. Last night I hotfooted to HMV to spend a gift certificate on that sale before the welcome wagon arrived. It may still be on today, but once I get through this fucking delectable goat-milk latté made with the fine espresso my brother gave me I have too much to do to check it out. I got a compilation of Marvin Gaye 60's hits since aside from that all I want of his are the Tammi Terrell duets and What's Going On. And yes, yes, I know he's dead, but sometimes I just want to come home, put some Marvin Gaye on the stereo and then just fucking listen to Marvin Gaye for awhile. So file-sharing won't do. Gosh, he was a fine-looking man. With a voice like that and a face like that, I'd have lost my mind too.

I also got Verve Remixed 2 and 3. Which are also fucking ace. Each of them are a two CD set with the unmixed version of the songs in question on the second CD, so all four CDs are fucking lovely. I've been 'sharing' so many Verve Remixed tracks for so long that I thought it was time to buy and I was so right.

Before I go, some prostletyzing since you're too far away to slap me. Look what I read on the excruciatingly slow train ride last night:

'The anima (woman in man) has an erotic, emotional character, the animus (man in woman) a rationalizing one. Hence most of what men say about feminine eroticism, and particularly about the emotional life of women, is derived from their own anima projections and distorted accordingly. On the other hand, the astonishing assumptions and fantasies that women make about men come from the activity of the animus, who produces an inexhaustible supply of illogical arguments and false explanations.' Carl Jung, 'Marriage as a Psychological Relationship', The Development of Personality - Collected Works, Vol. 17, as in The Portable Jung, page 174

I remember one awfully clever stoned post-coital conversation years ago about how men and women are fooling themselves equally with porn and modern notions of romance, and others about how the fashion among English poets of the 17th and 18th centuries of dictating the bondaries of woman-hood was awfully provoking, and how the View and that bloody industry of books instructing women how to ensnare appropriate men make me want to puke, but not until now does someone give some sort of explanation for all that. I'm rapidly losing the ability to suspend my disbelief - I wonder if I'm hitting the transference period of my analysis.