Witty Title

Well, I just spent about five minutes trying to think of a witty title, and then gave up and even forgot to begin this freewrite with the format I defined so long ago. It's time for a freewrite, though. It is very much time for a freewrite. So I want to cover two things. First of all, I'm going to bitch for a bit. Secondly, I'm going to praise Kanye West.

Volume One: the Worst Week Ever (WWE). So I had a really bad week. Yeah, that's about all there is to say. I could go into detail, but it turns out that having your worldview torn apart by a stranger is a fairly common experience, so I'll save y'all the boredom. I bitched in greater detail in my collection of writings (and in concise detail without the rambling in entirely private writings), so if you're really, really anxious to hear the generic, three posts are waiting for you.

Volume Two: Kanye West. I don't like rap; I really, really don't enjoy listening to most of it, although some of the songs are hilarious. Kanye West, on the other hand, seems to strike a good note in my head. It's not the sound that bothers me about rap. The sound doesn't really exist. It's just sort of testosterone translated into rhythm. Kanye West rises above all the other rap "artists" because his lyrics have literary value. It's like listening to something meaningful fit to a relevant rhythm. I've really never encountered that in pop culture before. I can't understand why people don't like him, even if he does steal songs. The ones that are his are incredibly insightful and subtle. Maybe that's it. Some people say really deeply insightful things and don't notice it because they're fucking foolish. Maybe that's the way Kanye West rolls. It doesn't matter, though, because the words he speaks fit the pattern, and the pattern has meaning. He's tapped into something bigger than hip hop, bigger than the medium. It's quite beautiful actually.

That said, life is pretty sweet, although if college is like vacation for you then you're in the wrong major.

Peace out.