i think that each of us is capable of being midwives to our personal philosophies and thus can easily dissuade the influence of powerhouse schools of thought we find pervasive in mass media, our parents, church, and even institutions of learning. i think we can be assassins of mediocrity and boredom, and can prove to ourselves that the world is not set...that we are authors of our books, spies of our perceptions, and scientists of our behaviors.
September 30, 2005
i like these...these are my likes
1. Running into a cologne cloud.
2. Wrinkly old people eating chicken soup, telling the best stories ever told
3. Spooning, and cupping the breast of a woman.
4. From far away...taking your everyday villain, sliding their head through your fingers, and squishing it.
5. Eating a Washington apple, then brushing your teeth, all in the shower.
6. Adding some vibrato when saying fuck.
7. Putting a pair of jeans into the freezer, then putting them on, in the sweltering heat of summertime.
8. Catching the eyes of the opposite sex, then making an ugly face.
9. Doing jellyfish hands in a pan of rice.
10. Not finding out you've been cheated on.
11. Swirls so sublime...blossoming...threaded around eachother...with no desire to let go...because life stops there
September 18, 2005
Homage to a temporary friend
Jerm and I were on our way to an art festival. We were accosted by this gentleman. He politely pulled us to the side and asked for some spare change. We gave him three dollars. I forget his name. He begins to tell us a story about his life. He reveals that no one will give him work because he has a scar. We see that the scar runs from his wrist to his elbow. It's deep, obvious, and is telling of pain. He reveals that he fell and shattered the bone. He continues with the story, about cleaning windshields. There was something different about him. I can tell he's been through this interaction with strangers many times, probably more than I can ever estimate. At this time, I'm too selfish to listen to his entire story. I'm too selfish to give the rest of the money in my wallet. Here I am on my way to an art show and this guy is a living masterpiece. He even asks the make and model of my car so that he can repay me for my contributions. I should have listened to the rest of his story because I would have recieved a humbling that I owe to people with the courage to continue living. He presented himself so calmly and contently. We could all learn great things from a sincere man like this...great things.
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