Artistic Dilemmas #37

I'm sitting here watching Control for the second time, finally. I haven't really sat down and viddied a good film for a while. Well no, that's a lie. But still, truth be told, I haven't watched as many as I'd like to have. Not nearly. But what can I say? What can I do? There's just not enough time. I got the chance to read about Henry Darger a few days ago but still haven't gotten to a long list of others that I wish I would, Søren Kierkegaard's waiting. I find myself trying to plow through this amazing book, Heaven is a Playground, coz I just got my hands on a spanish copy of Hopscotch, La Rayuela. There's too much music that I can't hear enough of - speaking of Control, I haven't listened to Joy Division a quarter as much as I should have - how do I pick? Even now, I'm multi-tasking, writing whilst watching, and still there's an unlearned language waiting. And soon it all swirls into one big cyclone; writing, reading, watching, listening, learning... and it's as if I can only choose one.