Those are certainly three options presenting themselves to many currently caught within The Slump. Well, assuming that one has a family member with more security and the will to allow one's 45-year-old brother to live under their self-established roof, a friend that has ample couch-space for the hopelessly unemployed to forge their own (hopefully temporary) ass groove, or the fortitude to withstand whatever outdoor inclement weather your particular region provides. Either way, if one of those three issues provide not the problem, go nuts! Many an opportunity can arise from such conditions. You may tie further binds with long lost family members hoping to relive their high school days together thinking that the bygone hatred of parents/siblings for petty reasons disappeared with age/maturity but really only went away as proximity diminished over time, or perhaps learning just how much fun it was to have college roommates only when everyone was constantly hammered instead of yearning for peace and quiet like you do now, and finally, rising upward to become the biggest pencils-in-a-cup salesperson on your side of the dark alley in order to win both respect and awe from those once shunned as society's unfortunates that you now consider your peers. The repressive smog-filled skies are "clearly" the limit!
To put it succinctly, cheers to The Møøse who sent me this:
In other exciting news, at least I'm engaging in more musical adventures as of late. I finally have a
completed demo for the noise/ambient project I started earlier this year,
Avolition has a recording session this weekend along with two shows before the end of the year, and tonight I head off to my New Band's First Practice, some jam/fusion/improvisation experiment that lands me on Second Bass and Other Drummer. That should be interesting, especially since two of the band members are veritable music encyclopaedias with the talent to match. Also, since I've casually been looking into actuarial studies for future employment (I may hate the insurance industry, but I shore doo luv me sum maffus), I finally started reading Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Hopefully it will at the very least improve my vocabulary. "Here you go, fatso!"
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