a healthy lazy selfish

I did just about nothing much during these two days off, and I honestly don't feel guilty at all. I did get a few things out of the way, but they were pleasurable. I caught up on a bit of socializing online, and today I actually enjoyed a spot of shopping in Pasadena, something I pretty much never do anymore and stopped liking.

I was at first determined to go to the Virgin Megastore in West Hollywood to find a cd from John Digweed. I adore Paul van Dyk and Danny Howells and have music from them both, but I need to catch up on Digweed. I heard samples of his mixes years back and found them to be pretty and atmospheric in ways different from the other two. But I don't think I can articulate it until I have something from him and can bask in it during an evening. van Dyk has a flambuoyant, romantic, and slightly poetic steep in his compositions and his mixes, while Danny Howells' sounds are distinctly elegant, subtle, and more relaxed in their sweetness. Digweed definitely has his own style as well and I want to investigate.

But I went to the giant electronics store off the Sierra Madre stop on the light rail, and they had nothing of his, not even an electronica section. So much for mainstream. I got too lazy to go to West Hollywood and instead stayed in Pasadena and explored an indie music store (yes! they still exist). I stumbled on the collaborative cd of Brian Eno and John Cale, Wrong Way Up, which I'm grateful to my ex for introducing me to years ago. I bought that along with a DVD of Under The Tuscan Sun (Diane Lane), a movie that always inspires me and that I never tire of (thanks goes to my sister for making me watch it). I was looking for the DVD of another inspiring movie, Living Out Loud (Holly Hunter, Danny DeVito), but they didn't have it, and I nearly bought The Silence Of The Lambs, but decided I'll come back to it later, didn't want to spend too much money.

After that I strolled further down Colorado and into an indie bookstore (yes! they still exist!) and spent too long trying to find the philosophy shelves. When I finally did I selected Bertrand Russell's In Praise Of Idleness. I've been meaning to find out what he was about for a long time and now I will. Otto Rank, in his book Beyond Psychology, refers to Russell and I've read the Rank book already and I know Russell was highly influential. I was surprisingly enjoying my shopping stint today.

Made the extra trip to Jamba Juice just a few blocks past my house from the train stop and it was refreshingly worth it. I could live on Jamba Juice for the rest of my life!