Quotations Weblog

The second episode of Season 2 of Criminal Minds aired Wednesday. As usual, here’s a recap of quotations mentioned in the episode. Unusually, there was only one this time:

I hope this doesn’t indicate that they’re phasing out the quotations, as I’ve enjoyed them. If they do continue, stay tuned each week for our reports.

I want to believe this. I really do, but I think that it’s possible to be happy and not really know where the heck you’re going. I think it’s even possible to be happy and have regrets or reservations. For me, happiness is something entirely different.

Happiness is having something to do and someone to do it with and someplace to sleep at night.

I don’t need much more than that.

What is happiness to you?

I haven’t found this to be true. When I have completed everything on my list for a day, I feel much better lazing around than when my mind is full of the activities that I am avoiding. Jerome K. Jerome may have been funny when he said this, but for me, I prefer to check the things off my list before I can thoroughly enjoy my idling.

Of course, I can’t do that if I don’t have a list. If I don’t start my day out with a list of chores that I want completed, then I never feel truly done. I can’t enjoy my down time if I don’t reach the point where I can check the last thing off the list. Setting that goal for each day really increases my ability to enjoy my time when I’m done.

So, make a list. Check off your duties and you will be able to thoroughly enjoy your idling far more than Jerome ever thought possible.

What have you been fearing lately? Have you let those negative thoughts develop in your darkroom of fear? Turn on the lights and let them shine brightly on your fears. Let the sun expose those negatives for what they really are: blank film. It was your imagination that turned them into monsters.

Ah… Laurie Anderson. I discovered her in my junior year of high school back in 1986. By then, she was an established experimental artist and I reveled in her music. She didn’t need to make sense or even rhyme, but she did and she did.

So much of my personality can be attributed to her Sharkey. I must have listened to Sharkey’s Night enough times to permanently burn William S. Burroughs‘ voice into my memory. I wanted to be Sharkey so much that I memorized every word she told me he said:

I never owned an album with the song, Language Is A Virus, on it, but I taped it off the radio. Take that, DRM Nazis!

It’s funny how an artist from our youth can be rediscovered and found just as interesting the second time around as the first. It’s amazing how well her music has aged.