Minor or Major, just do yourself a favor...

Busta,
What it is right now? For me lately it hasn't seemed like all that much, just stammering through the usual milieu. For some I guess that's exhilarating and as much as I try to philo-size it somehow I just can't (some days) get revved up over the mundane. Although, I am willing to accept the fact that Chris Mullin no longer plays NBA basketball, so perhaps I'm closer to Nirvana than I give myself credit for.
These last couple of days, as I indicated previously have held little ground breaking. Not knowing whether to point to my sincere drive for success and self-relevance, or my sincere lack in both those categories as the reason for my most recent bouts with the banal I find myself just reading and watching more Hangin with Mr Cooper. Some would call that heaven, but I strive for more than that. Mine is a quest for relevancy and have no doubt that it's an uphill battle. I believe it was either Jesus or John Lennon who so succinctly summed it up "There is nothing you can do that can't be done, come with me and I'll make you a fisher of men."

Today as luck would have it, kicks off what promises to be an interesting first round of tests for myself for the winter term. I only mention things as inane and irrelevant to you the reader, in the case that they either have significant anecdotal potential or they illuminate what I deem as some larger broader point, but in this case I'm just saying it. I mention these tests really because it is burning on my brain, and after all I reckon that's what this blog's mission statement is, to be all things Andrew. So really I would be doing a disservice to you and the site if I were to mask my true sentiments and feelings from the general public. (Don't worry, fetishes and hygiene aren't until Blog: Volume 2, your still safe).
Only the seasoned blogger can avoid mentioning the occasional self-absorbed topic and I,alas, are not one of them. We are Robert Palmer.
On a lighter note, although these past few days have been somewhat stuck on reruns of Andrew's Greatest Dull moments, there is something to be said for the liberation that comes with that. Not unlike Ground Hog Day, I'm getting to be so comfortable and absorbed into my routine that I can, without a moments hesitation, do things that others in some "real," social situations cannot. Don't know what I mean? Well, really neither do I, but for the most part they involve social profiling and recording responses and behavior associated with the demographics. I guess that's pretty implicit now, as I recently read a collegehumor.com post dedicated to sectioning off the various college students(frat boys etc. etc). However, their statements could be blindly done without ever visiting a college campus. Those have been stereotypes that harken back to Otter and his Delta cohorts (Senator Bluetarsky).
Modernity though, has posed us with several new categories, these members exist as subsets in larger groups, making them infinitely more complicated and interesting as they have to exist by double and even triple standards. Indulge me if I may. To begin with we have indieus normalus. In laymans term, middle-class hipster. These men and women are quite dangerous as they are armed with acidic diatribe about Marcus Garvey and perhaps they even own a Plasmatics ticket stub, but it all seems a little senseless over the alligator shirt they must have pre-wrinkled the evening before. Admittedly its difficult to be an agitator and still fit most societal norms within the fashion world so I'm not berating them. Somehow it got chic to be able to spit political firebranded statements coupled with music that probably meant something to someone else. These are are strange and wonderful creatures. What makes them interesting (although I'm sure you already know this being the 2+2=4er that you are) is the multiple sets of standards they must pass themselves through. It's difficult being indie enough to not get questioned when you buy a Smiths album but still have some semblance of conformity in order that women drunk on Natural Light might not think you too weird to go home with. A paradox indeed.
DISCLAIMER: THE AUTHOR OWNS A BRAIN SETZER ORCHESTRA CD WHICH HE PAID FULL PURCHASE PRICE FOR. WHILE WEARING THOSE LITTLE ROUND PINS OF ECLECTIC SOCIAL IMPORTANCE ON HIS BOOKBAG.

Well, I guess that's it for me. Although I know your hanging on every word, I've got to go. These posts seem to get more and more stream of consciousness as I progress. I attribute it both to no longer nit-picking over what I broadcast/expose on the internet and mescaline. Either way, this post is closing up shop. Buy your e-beer elsewhere, this bar's a shuttin' down.

Be real.