Monday, July 30, 2007

A Monday darkly

I cannot get my brain to engage today. The mental clutch is fully depressed. The gear teeth hang apart like a broken jaw.

As per usual, I am minimising efficiency by considering why this might be, which is the intellectual equivalent of heat loss. But you know, whatever. So far, I have identified, not to say reverse-engineered, still less to say generated in a hopelessly ad-hoc manner, the following factors:

(1) last night, I watched part of A Scanner Darkly. I didn't make it to the end. OK so Philip K Dick not the most soothing of thought-mongers, but that wasn't it. The rotoscoping gave me profound ontological anxiety. I think my thoughts are partially rotoscoped right now. Plus, Robert Downey, Jr. Yeah. Exactly.

(2) this morning, I had coffee in Not The Usual Location. So either or both (a) I was deprived of the routine context in which my brain usually boots (b) the coffee was different.

(3) I am wearing my new red canvas Converse All Star low-tops. So either or both (a) the incongruent coolness of same has caused my brain to seek a new identity since the usual one is patently inconsistent with new red shoes (b) thought actually depended on my Birkenstocks.

There might be something hormonal, too. Not to mention last night's full moon. I'm not ruling anything out.


Meg Kribble said...

I got to the end of A Scanner Darkly, but I didn't enjoy it. I mainly found it tedious and boring with a side of being overly impressed with itself.

Perhaps I'll start using your excuse. :)

Scrivener said...

I think my thoughts might be permanently rotoscoped.