As I go from class to class I keep this fat red backpack chugging along behind me in very desolate hallways. Absolutely empty hallways would be nice seeing as I pedal a mobile public disturbance behind me. People don't realize the Or not nice at all. It messes with our concepts of order and public formalities(really I could run off with this one, just had anthro today). You just don't carry around such a rickety thing.
You want to know the sick thing about it? I like it. I actually like watching people try to act caus when they have to listen to this piece of junk groan on wheels. I like it. Who can understand how much money I'm saving? It's like 60 bucks for a good one. *laughs* It's wonderful for an instant maniacial high in the right circumstances.
So okay. I've got this thing. With ramen. Beef Ramen actually. It's not very healthy but it's soo easy to make and tastes considerably good. I've started this craze thing about it. I walked over to my roomate and said, "yeah this is my third bowl today." It's never worn out and now since it's so unbelievably cheap I am in love all over again. But why the heck do I crave it?
It's not normal. I'll take it over anyone's cooking.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
the evening sirens
If I make it through this last month it shall be proclaimed as a miracle. I am more than ready for a break and a change of pace. I'm getting weary of kissing the arses of one or two of my proffessors. I can't always meet the amorphus academic expectations. Jeez. It's killing me.
I shouldn't say things like that, come to think of it. One of my classmates has just fallen off the earth, and I worry. What reason do I have to not worry when someone just abruptly disappears after they mention losing focus in school, and discord in the family. I don't know the severity of the situation but I do know he's living on his own but... I returned the call too late. His cell phone is out of service, his land line is disconnected. I'm fishing for a possible email address. I don't know what to think. I don't...
It's the type of world we live in. Urgent. Everything is so urgent that we can never know the urgency before it happens. The weight of my words or the importances of quick response. How soon must I be? There is no policy on anyone's return.
I never know how to debrief the systems of human policy anyway. Take your average person, sit him down to find all thought and words are formatted. The encryption is the most difficult part. Here and there I find an unsewn edge, a wide open hole. The soul has infinite windows, open or shut, but we only look at the eyes. Assume the eyes are key, assume we have a stable pattern of body language. I see other's systems of decoding misfire. It assumes that we have stable patterns of anything. How do I know how accurate mine is or can ever be. No one can give the diagnosis. It it about knowing what not to know? Welcome to human relativity: the most beautiful and frightening concept.
"When two good people argue over ethics, they are both right." I didn't always understand that saying. How is it that two people can be stimultaneously right? Isn't that against all order? Right or wrong? Throw it all into the picture, there will be flaws in the message and truth. If we feel and have evaluated ourselves to be right then why do we assume the other is invalid? It's like a disagreement of focal points that is all, all the lines lead to one central point , and when other lines do not parallell these it offsets balance.
My anthropology folder reads : SAVE THE HUMANS. I bought it first out of the humor, kept it for the truth it holds. We as creatures of complex simplicites are the ones most capable of infinite creation, and destruction. Where is the line? Pray that it's not the tightrope we're walking. Sorry, we no longer wear uniforms.
Crud Bus coming and ....
I shouldn't say things like that, come to think of it. One of my classmates has just fallen off the earth, and I worry. What reason do I have to not worry when someone just abruptly disappears after they mention losing focus in school, and discord in the family. I don't know the severity of the situation but I do know he's living on his own but... I returned the call too late. His cell phone is out of service, his land line is disconnected. I'm fishing for a possible email address. I don't know what to think. I don't...
It's the type of world we live in. Urgent. Everything is so urgent that we can never know the urgency before it happens. The weight of my words or the importances of quick response. How soon must I be? There is no policy on anyone's return.
I never know how to debrief the systems of human policy anyway. Take your average person, sit him down to find all thought and words are formatted. The encryption is the most difficult part. Here and there I find an unsewn edge, a wide open hole. The soul has infinite windows, open or shut, but we only look at the eyes. Assume the eyes are key, assume we have a stable pattern of body language. I see other's systems of decoding misfire. It assumes that we have stable patterns of anything. How do I know how accurate mine is or can ever be. No one can give the diagnosis. It it about knowing what not to know? Welcome to human relativity: the most beautiful and frightening concept.
"When two good people argue over ethics, they are both right." I didn't always understand that saying. How is it that two people can be stimultaneously right? Isn't that against all order? Right or wrong? Throw it all into the picture, there will be flaws in the message and truth. If we feel and have evaluated ourselves to be right then why do we assume the other is invalid? It's like a disagreement of focal points that is all, all the lines lead to one central point , and when other lines do not parallell these it offsets balance.
My anthropology folder reads : SAVE THE HUMANS. I bought it first out of the humor, kept it for the truth it holds. We as creatures of complex simplicites are the ones most capable of infinite creation, and destruction. Where is the line? Pray that it's not the tightrope we're walking. Sorry, we no longer wear uniforms.
Crud Bus coming and ....
Friday, April 07, 2006
thinly veiled intolerance
Ever so sadly that immigration rights march will be going on without me on Sunday. Ever so sadly. The whole situation has to put it simply pissed me off by the mixed messages this country tries to send... hey hey we're so enlightened here with our democracy this freedom of oppression and many opportunites for earning finacial and self growth. Because of this everyone should like us, it's the best way to be, everyone should want to COME here. We get paranoid sometimes that you're going to screw us up so I'm sorry, wait for something to kill half of us off and we'll begin taking applications. Sorry about that but still we're the best and you should want to live here.
Cracking down on immigrants is a bit of a double standard for the U.S.. This country was originally composed of immigrants who had come hard on their luck. All types came. Prostitudes, criminals, the poorer population, and the religious outcasts all came here to begin again. Even the controversial Irish who had the about the same level of reputation as modern hispanics came along.
Now we're all on a population hype. I don't understand or agree with the hype about immigration concerns. Why should we make it a felony to enter this country undocumented? AAAaah!!! Immigrants taking our resources. AAaaahh! What is this Bush guy doing helping them out??? We can't have this!!! They're taking our resources our jobs... Does anyone realize that the only jobs an non English speaking illegal alien can land is going to be the same job that a sixteen yearold qualifies for? They are not going to be barging in our offices and taking our cubicles. They are not going to run for office and "infiltrate" our government. They are not going to be cleaning out our walmarts of food and product. With 70% of the world's resources we have enough to spare.
Why does the government even give legal minorities college aid? Just because it's cool to come from somewhere else? You really want to see how many first generation illegals go on to college? Is everyone really that afraid that your bioengineering, interior design, or buisness marketing degree and career opportunities are going to be seriously threatened by these illegals? Just browse http://www.nces.ed.gov/ if you're interested in seeing the hispanic education statistics. It's a sad reality of how many actually land finacial security and rise above that poverty. Even the legal Hispanic majority sadly still gets by on entry level due to language difficulties and remain in the lower income tax brackets.
I'm very upset that I'll be missing that March in Salt Lake on Sunday.
Every now and again it is refreshing to see people actively using their minds, showing their will to change something. I hear so many people support the Bush administration and when asked they don't know why. I hear just as much saying they disagree with the current administration but when they are asked oh just because -- he's wrong- you know that right?
I have to say the protests going on in France right now are awesome. They shouldn't be okay with their government fondling employers and giving them the 'right' to fire employees just because. Too many people feel that the greater virtue in these situations is to trust and endure. It doesn't work that way. One of my favorite poems by Alice Walker, a African American activist wrote this poem.
“The QPP
The quietly pacifist peaceful
always die
to make room for men
who shout. Who tell lies to
children, and crush the corners
off of old men’s dreams.
And now I find your name,
scrawled large in someone’s
blood, on this survival
list.”
People don't care. Perhaps it's a safety mechanism - don't think it through too hard. don't wanna burst more of them braincells.
Nonetheless it is so refreshing seeing some awaken.
Cracking down on immigrants is a bit of a double standard for the U.S.. This country was originally composed of immigrants who had come hard on their luck. All types came. Prostitudes, criminals, the poorer population, and the religious outcasts all came here to begin again. Even the controversial Irish who had the about the same level of reputation as modern hispanics came along.
Now we're all on a population hype. I don't understand or agree with the hype about immigration concerns. Why should we make it a felony to enter this country undocumented? AAAaah!!! Immigrants taking our resources. AAaaahh! What is this Bush guy doing helping them out??? We can't have this!!! They're taking our resources our jobs... Does anyone realize that the only jobs an non English speaking illegal alien can land is going to be the same job that a sixteen yearold qualifies for? They are not going to be barging in our offices and taking our cubicles. They are not going to run for office and "infiltrate" our government. They are not going to be cleaning out our walmarts of food and product. With 70% of the world's resources we have enough to spare.
Why does the government even give legal minorities college aid? Just because it's cool to come from somewhere else? You really want to see how many first generation illegals go on to college? Is everyone really that afraid that your bioengineering, interior design, or buisness marketing degree and career opportunities are going to be seriously threatened by these illegals? Just browse http://www.nces.ed.gov/ if you're interested in seeing the hispanic education statistics. It's a sad reality of how many actually land finacial security and rise above that poverty. Even the legal Hispanic majority sadly still gets by on entry level due to language difficulties and remain in the lower income tax brackets.
I'm very upset that I'll be missing that March in Salt Lake on Sunday.
Every now and again it is refreshing to see people actively using their minds, showing their will to change something. I hear so many people support the Bush administration and when asked they don't know why. I hear just as much saying they disagree with the current administration but when they are asked oh just because -- he's wrong- you know that right?
I have to say the protests going on in France right now are awesome. They shouldn't be okay with their government fondling employers and giving them the 'right' to fire employees just because. Too many people feel that the greater virtue in these situations is to trust and endure. It doesn't work that way. One of my favorite poems by Alice Walker, a African American activist wrote this poem.
“The QPP
The quietly pacifist peaceful
always die
to make room for men
who shout. Who tell lies to
children, and crush the corners
off of old men’s dreams.
And now I find your name,
scrawled large in someone’s
blood, on this survival
list.”
People don't care. Perhaps it's a safety mechanism - don't think it through too hard. don't wanna burst more of them braincells.
Nonetheless it is so refreshing seeing some awaken.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
you're standing on my neck.
Long time no post I guess. I took a month's sebbatical.
I keep on slipping into my old windows habits such as right clicking, alt tab, and the automatic cureall control alt delete. I'm here on campus using one of the macs, go team!! I was just messing with microsoft word just now for mac and shoot, it's a whole new rodeo. The toolbars are funky. If you want to alter your text, you use the text pallate which is equally as over engineered but pretty. Macs are pretty, they go all in depth with the design.
And I thought I was a one OS woman, hah... I'm still tryin to potty train my mac, it gives me crap sometimes. My computer started chanting, yes, chanting at 5:00 am this morning. I woke up to this inhuman electronic voice "Computer has been scheduled to shut down at 5 am, click shut down or if you do nothing mac will shut down in 1 minute and 20 seconds." "Computer has been scheduled to shut down at 5 am, click shut down or if you do nothing mac will shut down in 1 minute and 19 seconds." and then as I'm being pulled back into the natural waking world "Computer has been scheduled to shut down at 5 am, click shut down or if you do nothing mac will shut down in 1 minute and 18 seconds." I couldn't figure out what was going on as I laid there in a sleep stupor staring off. It had 1 min and 10 seconds left when I'm like okay okay OKAY you go to sleep now like you freaking should be. Gah!
My apartment is looking as homely as ever minus a table and enough seating in the front room, but it's not that big of a problem. It kills me going grocery shopping, it's got to be one of the funniest things in the world. Pushing it around my little shopping cart looking around for markdowns and Albertsons Preffered products. Buying toilet paper and oven mitts is really is hilarious, with my little purse thrown over my shoulder and I pedal my widdle cart down the aisle. Lol. No really LOL.
No one knows how oddly domestic I get nowadays, I get happy washing dishes and doing landery cause it's mine and I get to do these kinds of things. I have my own name on my caller ID which will never happen again! It'll just be a city name if it's a dorum. Way later on it'll slap some punk husbands name on the caller id. this is the only time it will come up, LOMAX WHITNEY. I Like!
That's the biggest freaking flock of birds I've ever seen so low to the ground. WHOOAH. Whoah. What was that like eighty, two hundred just flying past that window? Dude they're going crazy out there in the storm. The same storm I'm going to go out into in a minute. Whoah birds. That's a lot of birds.
I keep on slipping into my old windows habits such as right clicking, alt tab, and the automatic cureall control alt delete. I'm here on campus using one of the macs, go team!! I was just messing with microsoft word just now for mac and shoot, it's a whole new rodeo. The toolbars are funky. If you want to alter your text, you use the text pallate which is equally as over engineered but pretty. Macs are pretty, they go all in depth with the design.
And I thought I was a one OS woman, hah... I'm still tryin to potty train my mac, it gives me crap sometimes. My computer started chanting, yes, chanting at 5:00 am this morning. I woke up to this inhuman electronic voice "Computer has been scheduled to shut down at 5 am, click shut down or if you do nothing mac will shut down in 1 minute and 20 seconds." "Computer has been scheduled to shut down at 5 am, click shut down or if you do nothing mac will shut down in 1 minute and 19 seconds." and then as I'm being pulled back into the natural waking world "Computer has been scheduled to shut down at 5 am, click shut down or if you do nothing mac will shut down in 1 minute and 18 seconds." I couldn't figure out what was going on as I laid there in a sleep stupor staring off. It had 1 min and 10 seconds left when I'm like okay okay OKAY you go to sleep now like you freaking should be. Gah!
My apartment is looking as homely as ever minus a table and enough seating in the front room, but it's not that big of a problem. It kills me going grocery shopping, it's got to be one of the funniest things in the world. Pushing it around my little shopping cart looking around for markdowns and Albertsons Preffered products. Buying toilet paper and oven mitts is really is hilarious, with my little purse thrown over my shoulder and I pedal my widdle cart down the aisle. Lol. No really LOL.
No one knows how oddly domestic I get nowadays, I get happy washing dishes and doing landery cause it's mine and I get to do these kinds of things. I have my own name on my caller ID which will never happen again! It'll just be a city name if it's a dorum. Way later on it'll slap some punk husbands name on the caller id. this is the only time it will come up, LOMAX WHITNEY. I Like!
That's the biggest freaking flock of birds I've ever seen so low to the ground. WHOOAH. Whoah. What was that like eighty, two hundred just flying past that window? Dude they're going crazy out there in the storm. The same storm I'm going to go out into in a minute. Whoah birds. That's a lot of birds.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
that lady with the noisy backpack!!
There was an invasion of elementary school kids today on campus. This swarm passes me, and then this small group of boys passed me. They all stopped to wait for the straggler of their small clan. The short un with the shaggy hair tries to get all suave and says "You see those hot girls we were just hitting on over there?" he swung his arms out the total center of attention when I'm there behind them trying to keep quiet.
What are you, like seven? Real hot shot there. I couldn't help it just burst up hysterical right on the spot. Needless to say they kind off ran off after that...
What are you, like seven? Real hot shot there. I couldn't help it just burst up hysterical right on the spot. Needless to say they kind off ran off after that...
Friday, February 17, 2006
my own way there, my own way back home
Well it's been done. I should be moving out next week.
They know where I stand. She knows that I'm leaving. She's not too happy with my living with a "Non Member". It's sad that there is such a strong name for that. She's also upset that I won't claim her family's religion and embarrased I can't help to suit her expectation she feels from her family to her children's membership. My dad pleaded with me to keep my mouth shut, that it's best to avoid it and simply agree but... I can't do that. I haven't been able to do that for sometime, but now it's louder. This is the time for me to finally open it. I hate to break it to her but I do have a voice.
My dad is a little scared to see me go, but he's saying not to listen to her. He says he knows I will find my way and it's nice to feel that at least one of my parents have faith in me.
It's all necessary. I need to go my own way.
They know where I stand. She knows that I'm leaving. She's not too happy with my living with a "Non Member". It's sad that there is such a strong name for that. She's also upset that I won't claim her family's religion and embarrased I can't help to suit her expectation she feels from her family to her children's membership. My dad pleaded with me to keep my mouth shut, that it's best to avoid it and simply agree but... I can't do that. I haven't been able to do that for sometime, but now it's louder. This is the time for me to finally open it. I hate to break it to her but I do have a voice.
My dad is a little scared to see me go, but he's saying not to listen to her. He says he knows I will find my way and it's nice to feel that at least one of my parents have faith in me.
It's all necessary. I need to go my own way.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
a little backward
Tammy’s eyes lit up when she said "Hey you never know, maybe someone might find love today..." At this I smirked and replied, "Perhaps. You sound silly when you say it that way."
I came out of history and passed a girl She put her hands down on her hips shook her head and said "Well you know, if HE’S going to say that then HE doesn’t deserve you." As she flipped the hair out of her face.
I walked faster down the hall when I felt myself starting to laugh at the valley attitude.
It was like every couple had fallen off of the face of the earth. Usually they all seem to come out of the woodwork especially on this holiday. No one was holding hands at all as I went about campus. Tammy wondered if they all died.
I admit I started the day out on a more dismal mindset. My mom and I were suppoesed to have girl's day out today, go out to eat and other such things. Our religious disagreement the night before had cancelled that.
After Anna’s and my plans for the day changed, I decided to use the money I would have used on movie rentals. I went on a mad hunt for watches that day. In the back of my mind I was seriously considering majoring graphic design again as I was getting finnicky over the watch bands and faces. That little voice in my head became big and said these? These? I suddenly wanted to make my own watch, custom design one as I was criticing them all. Screw designer watches, I will never wear something over $80 out in public. Screw it.
The mad watch hunting took me to Target where I passed a mini stampede of three toddlers exclaiming "Get this un this one for mommy!". They shoved it into their fathers hand who said, "Well that’s nice. But this year daddy isn’t getting mommy anything so I won’t get mommy this. Let’s go."
I wasn’t sure about the watches there so I took off over to the mall. If I can inject this in right now it was the first time I have ever seen an Asian mannequin before. Anyway. I passed two teenaged looking guys pushing around little strollers hovering in front of the clothing departments looking like they would rather just be shot on the spot then wait for the bill to come when their wives said " ‘kay there hon, I’m ready to go." It’s the day of the empty wallet.
It's turned into a day of diamonds and chocolate. Like in a Fiona Apple song - I don't understand /diamonds or why men / get them, the only impressive thing / about them is the mining. There are all these girls expecting these flamboyant gifts completely original and exotic as a manifestation of their worth or the worth of their relationship. People lose the meaning of it sometimes while going through the motions. I'm a symbol person. I like different ways to find meaning but when it's stretched out so vainly and nervously far and REQUIRED I think all these little gifts loose their meaning.
Still watch hunting I took the escalator upstairs as I watched this small assembly down the stairs. It was a beauty pageant , the announcer had a gameshow voice and plenty of three feet tall gold trophies to distribute. There was this little girl with a crown on her head that looking like a vertical beak. Her parents should have given little miss muffet her curds and whey. The announcer took the mic and said "Now our boys were harder to judge then the girls, but here are our winners, Joey and parents please step forward." This tiny little mother comes forward and bounces her little baby boy. Agoo goo goo. Look how pretty my kid is—awwh! What the? Should children have to evaluate their looks even younger now? It’s already damaging enough for preteenage girls to compare themselves to other girls. Sometimes I want to scream when Lindsey and her friends begin talking in this way complaining that they’re fat or not pretty enough. Can someone explain to me the reason for a children’s division in beauty pagents?? Someone please explain. Please. I hurried up the escalator as I had started to laugh hysterically at the sight.
If I’m ever bitter on valentines its not a conventional bitterness it’s an anger towards what the modern societal perception of love is coming to. It’s sad. Really sad. Even when you start to think of it how one human will regard another even when favored...
Usually you can sniff out the holiday in the air but there were no tell tale signs of Valentines today. I usually saw that Valentines was a day which dissolves all fears of PDA. Really. But this year it was almost in reverse. Tammy at least had a happy valentines story at least which I was glad for after seeing all this disregard where ever I went.
On a plus note I found a watch fairly priced. On a bigger plus note I found a really really nice potential apartment. *drool*
I came out of history and passed a girl She put her hands down on her hips shook her head and said "Well you know, if HE’S going to say that then HE doesn’t deserve you." As she flipped the hair out of her face.
I walked faster down the hall when I felt myself starting to laugh at the valley attitude.
It was like every couple had fallen off of the face of the earth. Usually they all seem to come out of the woodwork especially on this holiday. No one was holding hands at all as I went about campus. Tammy wondered if they all died.
I admit I started the day out on a more dismal mindset. My mom and I were suppoesed to have girl's day out today, go out to eat and other such things. Our religious disagreement the night before had cancelled that.
After Anna’s and my plans for the day changed, I decided to use the money I would have used on movie rentals. I went on a mad hunt for watches that day. In the back of my mind I was seriously considering majoring graphic design again as I was getting finnicky over the watch bands and faces. That little voice in my head became big and said these? These? I suddenly wanted to make my own watch, custom design one as I was criticing them all. Screw designer watches, I will never wear something over $80 out in public. Screw it.
The mad watch hunting took me to Target where I passed a mini stampede of three toddlers exclaiming "Get this un this one for mommy!". They shoved it into their fathers hand who said, "Well that’s nice. But this year daddy isn’t getting mommy anything so I won’t get mommy this. Let’s go."
I wasn’t sure about the watches there so I took off over to the mall. If I can inject this in right now it was the first time I have ever seen an Asian mannequin before. Anyway. I passed two teenaged looking guys pushing around little strollers hovering in front of the clothing departments looking like they would rather just be shot on the spot then wait for the bill to come when their wives said " ‘kay there hon, I’m ready to go." It’s the day of the empty wallet.
It's turned into a day of diamonds and chocolate. Like in a Fiona Apple song - I don't understand /diamonds or why men / get them, the only impressive thing / about them is the mining. There are all these girls expecting these flamboyant gifts completely original and exotic as a manifestation of their worth or the worth of their relationship. People lose the meaning of it sometimes while going through the motions. I'm a symbol person. I like different ways to find meaning but when it's stretched out so vainly and nervously far and REQUIRED I think all these little gifts loose their meaning.
Still watch hunting I took the escalator upstairs as I watched this small assembly down the stairs. It was a beauty pageant , the announcer had a gameshow voice and plenty of three feet tall gold trophies to distribute. There was this little girl with a crown on her head that looking like a vertical beak. Her parents should have given little miss muffet her curds and whey. The announcer took the mic and said "Now our boys were harder to judge then the girls, but here are our winners, Joey and parents please step forward." This tiny little mother comes forward and bounces her little baby boy. Agoo goo goo. Look how pretty my kid is—awwh! What the? Should children have to evaluate their looks even younger now? It’s already damaging enough for preteenage girls to compare themselves to other girls. Sometimes I want to scream when Lindsey and her friends begin talking in this way complaining that they’re fat or not pretty enough. Can someone explain to me the reason for a children’s division in beauty pagents?? Someone please explain. Please. I hurried up the escalator as I had started to laugh hysterically at the sight.
If I’m ever bitter on valentines its not a conventional bitterness it’s an anger towards what the modern societal perception of love is coming to. It’s sad. Really sad. Even when you start to think of it how one human will regard another even when favored...
Usually you can sniff out the holiday in the air but there were no tell tale signs of Valentines today. I usually saw that Valentines was a day which dissolves all fears of PDA. Really. But this year it was almost in reverse. Tammy at least had a happy valentines story at least which I was glad for after seeing all this disregard where ever I went.
On a plus note I found a watch fairly priced. On a bigger plus note I found a really really nice potential apartment. *drool*
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
put my feet where the earth should be
I get this feeling of rushed motion sometimes when the world starts to sway both left and right at once. You’d think that the forces would cancel out, but not really. One receptor feels the right, the other brushes to the left. I center around this imbalance.
Keep your eye on the ball, but what if gravity doesn’t count? What if it doesn't descend in an arc? One must have a guess at the course it will take to keep up otherwise you are trailing. Pilots are taught not to see but to imagine in flight school since the visual field was meant to be perceived when grounded. In the air all sorts of perceptions fire about location, weight, balance. Air pressure and localities are attacked.unordinary images messing with the understanding the view. Not to say these instincts are bad, they are only given for ordinary survival. They all have differend systems and mediums to reason with. Not even the forest for the trees, maybe the focal emphasis should be the circular thicket and the forest life.
There is always a picture that forms of a dilapidated train yard that follows these sensations. I will know something before I should and become the informed resident. waiting to feel that inevitable drowning. That's just it though, drowning is sitting right here knowing that reasons can’t crunch in every hue in one color wheel, maps itself out in a fifth dimension. Complexity is beautiful, even when sad. Sadness makes things more beautiful, beauty can create such pain.
Keep your eye on the ball, but what if gravity doesn’t count? What if it doesn't descend in an arc? One must have a guess at the course it will take to keep up otherwise you are trailing. Pilots are taught not to see but to imagine in flight school since the visual field was meant to be perceived when grounded. In the air all sorts of perceptions fire about location, weight, balance. Air pressure and localities are attacked.unordinary images messing with the understanding the view. Not to say these instincts are bad, they are only given for ordinary survival. They all have differend systems and mediums to reason with. Not even the forest for the trees, maybe the focal emphasis should be the circular thicket and the forest life.
There is always a picture that forms of a dilapidated train yard that follows these sensations. I will know something before I should and become the informed resident. waiting to feel that inevitable drowning. That's just it though, drowning is sitting right here knowing that reasons can’t crunch in every hue in one color wheel, maps itself out in a fifth dimension. Complexity is beautiful, even when sad. Sadness makes things more beautiful, beauty can create such pain.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
blah and blah
Eye contact. Try it sometime on a stranger, watch them fidget. One of the fast acting antidotes to boredom. Oh dear. lol. What did I just do?
There is a sense of removal when I walk around campus. A pencil behind my ear, untied shoes, and ragged jeans. I look like this bipedal turtle with myoverstuffed green backpack.
I think one of the funniest things I've seen up here was a poster advertising the gay straight alliance down here which was immediately flocked out by all the religious club promotions. It made me giggle. Take time to stop and smell the headbutting propoganda.
Side note: yeah! I made it into metaphor! end side note.
How available these clubs seem to be, postings everywhere for these other clubs except the one that I have interest in. The writing club I'm looking for I've had to stalk for week upon week. I'm told that it exists at least...
The Davis campus has been really nice and I've been able to meet all sorts of people there. Down here at the main, it's so huge you're lucky to see one person twice. Trying to find things to do down here to get to know people, but no luck this far. The one class I have here is a dead end for that road. Most everyone in my history class has a self image complex or an uncanny fixation with football. Complete lack of variety there.
My mistake was thinking that the battle with financial aid was resolved, but I've been trying for the last two hours to accept my award and its not letting me. internet traffic.
I'm debating on whether or not I should laspe back into my being a bum and cancel my drivers insurace. As much as I love paying $108 a month to operate a vehicle I get to use maybe once or twice every other week... As much as I love thinking about accident rates and thinking of the three accidents I've been in, and the many many I've seen in the surrounding area. I think I'll pass.
Might as well take UTA around like I'm about to do now.
There is a sense of removal when I walk around campus. A pencil behind my ear, untied shoes, and ragged jeans. I look like this bipedal turtle with myoverstuffed green backpack.
My eyes usually catch the tops of the trees and the lanterns scattered about. Sometimes I catch people's eyes as I walk around, trying to think of what these people are thinking. On a slower week I think I'll count the weirdos who can't walk straight cause they are holding hands or the ones with a cell phone jabbed up to one ear.
I think one of the funniest things I've seen up here was a poster advertising the gay straight alliance down here which was immediately flocked out by all the religious club promotions. It made me giggle. Take time to stop and smell the headbutting propoganda.
Side note: yeah! I made it into metaphor! end side note.
How available these clubs seem to be, postings everywhere for these other clubs except the one that I have interest in. The writing club I'm looking for I've had to stalk for week upon week. I'm told that it exists at least...
The Davis campus has been really nice and I've been able to meet all sorts of people there. Down here at the main, it's so huge you're lucky to see one person twice. Trying to find things to do down here to get to know people, but no luck this far. The one class I have here is a dead end for that road. Most everyone in my history class has a self image complex or an uncanny fixation with football. Complete lack of variety there.
My mistake was thinking that the battle with financial aid was resolved, but I've been trying for the last two hours to accept my award and its not letting me. internet traffic.
I'm debating on whether or not I should laspe back into my being a bum and cancel my drivers insurace. As much as I love paying $108 a month to operate a vehicle I get to use maybe once or twice every other week... As much as I love thinking about accident rates and thinking of the three accidents I've been in, and the many many I've seen in the surrounding area. I think I'll pass.
Might as well take UTA around like I'm about to do now.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Straylight run
To anyone who is idling over the internet with a much coveted highspeed connection, get curious and check out this link.
It's such an odd music video, one of the few worth watching. I like.
http://music.vidnet.com/player/22410/straylight_run_hands_in_the_sky_300.php
It's such an odd music video, one of the few worth watching. I like.
http://music.vidnet.com/player/22410/straylight_run_hands_in_the_sky_300.php
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I Miss My Sky
I bury myself in the leaves to sleep
The sun so strong and rage so deep
I keep waking to find I've been dreaming again
And the sound of the ocean is not a plane
And far away they talk about me
In newspaper columns they write about me
round dinner tables and cocktail parties
I'm a heroine and a tragic figure
I'm a heroine as I'm lying here
Beneath my sky
And sometimes
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder
Why we're always coming down
And why we need to touch the ground
And why I didn't keep on heading
right on up to heaven
I miss my sky
Here from below the clouds are shadows
Not the golden mountains I used to fly through
Here from below the sky's a painting
In a child's room with the future waiting
But not for me
I look up at the birds flying overhead
My sentinel's true but the signals dead
It's been 500 days of hope and sorrow
500 nights with no tomorrow
And the poetry and the best of me
And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me
All fell into the azure sea
In the tailspin with the last of me
And my wings, and my song, all that I knew is dead and gone
I'm weak and tired but my will is strong
And my hope lives on, my hope lives on?
But sometimes,
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder
Why we're always coming down
Why we need to touch the ground
Why I didn't keep on heading
Right on up to heaven
I miss my sky
I miss my sky
Heather Nova
The sun so strong and rage so deep
I keep waking to find I've been dreaming again
And the sound of the ocean is not a plane
And far away they talk about me
In newspaper columns they write about me
round dinner tables and cocktail parties
I'm a heroine and a tragic figure
I'm a heroine as I'm lying here
Beneath my sky
And sometimes
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder
Why we're always coming down
And why we need to touch the ground
And why I didn't keep on heading
right on up to heaven
I miss my sky
Here from below the clouds are shadows
Not the golden mountains I used to fly through
Here from below the sky's a painting
In a child's room with the future waiting
But not for me
I look up at the birds flying overhead
My sentinel's true but the signals dead
It's been 500 days of hope and sorrow
500 nights with no tomorrow
And the poetry and the best of me
And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me
All fell into the azure sea
In the tailspin with the last of me
And my wings, and my song, all that I knew is dead and gone
I'm weak and tired but my will is strong
And my hope lives on, my hope lives on?
But sometimes,
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder
Why we're always coming down
Why we need to touch the ground
Why I didn't keep on heading
Right on up to heaven
I miss my sky
I miss my sky
Heather Nova
Thursday, January 12, 2006
along the way
Whitney, what are you doing. Really what are you doing. That little spasm in your stomach just now, thats called HUNGER. What are you doing here wiggling out of your impossible hoodie that's gotten too warm, mooching internet?
You're crazy just remember that. Almost as crazy as the people who willingly choose to read these ravings of a mad woman.
Hopefully I will have an easier time making my way out of Ogden today. Last Tuesday
I took a bit of a detour. I caught the inbound instead of out bound 603, jumped quickly out of it to throw myself into the outbound route. 25th something boulevard was announced and I pull the string and get out. After I shut my backpack I turned around in a full circle to find I was not on Washington blvd but Harrision blvd. I shrugged and thought whatever. This is familiar. I'm close I'll walk.
25th avenue is what some would consider ghetto. I can feel more at home in a rundown place like that then I can up on the hills in Bountiful or East Layton. The people may be corrupt according to some but there is usually a humility in them that isn't found anywhere else. It was a smoky part of town. I saw a man with tired eyes stagger past me with a Santa Claus sized beard carrying a drink in one hand. A beady eyed man passed me who was bundled up from head to toe, pushing around rickety cart of all sorts things you can think of. A girl around my height came out of her old house with a homemade pie in her hands to get it to a neighbor.
Town houses usually just look ordinary to me, white brown or gray boxes. These were the exception. I saw a house that looked like it was smack in the middle of ST. Petersburg with a domed roof. It was ornamented with green and yellow patterns and it had at least two spires. Another was a turquoise house on a corner that was a little larger than my house. The house had separated arched roofs and victorian niches and columns and a tentish --uhhh I don't know the real term --a tentish something that was built above the door which extended outward to about five feet. They don't build things like that anymore. I seriously wanted to sketch these houses if I had the time to. My mom wouldn't approve, she could not believe that I walked 25th alone(such a gross place). Likewise she renewed my love for the song 'Just a Girl' by no doubt.
The street that I thought was Washington was actually Monroe so I naively pressed on assuming it had to be close. I went on for three more blocks and let the 603 pass me because Washington had to be close. I stopped a guy walking around to ask if I was close at all to Washington, I was taken aback by how blue his eyes were. Don't take this from a perspective of a girl, but an observer. They weren't bright like most really blue eyes are but just straight navy blue. It was like - whoah. He told me it was about eight blocks down hill. My backpack started getting heavy.
When I found Washington my bus passed me, then stopped in traffic in front of a stoplight. I was about three fourths of the way to it when it picked up and left me again. I was getting really tired and cold and hungry and collasped on a bench in front of what I think was a church but I could be wrong. Then I saw this taco stand on the curb. 2 tacos 1 dollar. All I wanted was a drink but I noticed how happy the man at the stand seemed when he cooked, so I got tacos too. Most people I see behind a counter when they cook look like they are thinking about tall bridges or high cliffs.
I collasped again at the bench at the bus stop. Once i finished my food a clean looking girl came and sat by me holding a sprite like I was. We started talking when she said she was broke. I admit I looked at her teeth when she said that but I didn't see any yellow stains from alcohol or smoking, or brown from the harder stuff. She didn't say it in self pity, she said it like she would the time. I asked her if she had anything to eat today. She said a little bit. I made her take two dollars to get something later.
I talked to her on the ride home and foundher name was Kim and she was on her way to Bountiful to earn some money from relatives until she got her first paycheck from quest. I have to say we both talked like it was a normal conversation because I've been exposed to a lot of situations like this before and she wasn't seeking attention. It's only because I was asking.
Kim said it felt good to be out on her own even if it was expensive. Said it was good to pay bills even if they were hard to pay. I thought about that. She used to live with and help assist her mom who has cancer but she says shes 23 now and she needs to take her own space. it was hard for her to always be around someone so controlling. She helps out as much as she can but her mom gripes at her that she has been abandoned when there are two others there at home.
It's weird with her mom cause she abadoned her when she was little cause she was getting into more and more meth.
I told her I was coming from school and she got a look in her eyes. She said she wished she would have finished. College i asked and she shook her head and said highschool. She said she had dropped out because it was hard since her mom needed her so much and couldn't quite take it. I shrugged and said you do what you have to do, i think you're going to get there.
She said she likes where she lives in Ogden and it's better than bountiful where she grew up. They may be poorer but they don't have the same elevated attitude you find in the rich. They know how to have what they have cause it might not last.
I hear so many storys like this that are so unfortunate and they ask will I make it out there. I want to say yes but i don't always know. I think she has a good shot though. She talks about it like she's not going to give up.
When I got off of the bus and walked down through my neighborhood it didn't feel real at all. I got in my house and Lindsey was doing her nails. Tvs were left on and I thought why do we get all this? Why do people like Kim get passed on their parents consequences and have to work three times as hard just to get where her parents originated? Why do I get this?
Ramblings upon ramblings to shoot off from here but I need to get back. I could go on, mark my words there is so much unsaid.
You're crazy just remember that. Almost as crazy as the people who willingly choose to read these ravings of a mad woman.
Hopefully I will have an easier time making my way out of Ogden today. Last Tuesday
I took a bit of a detour. I caught the inbound instead of out bound 603, jumped quickly out of it to throw myself into the outbound route. 25th something boulevard was announced and I pull the string and get out. After I shut my backpack I turned around in a full circle to find I was not on Washington blvd but Harrision blvd. I shrugged and thought whatever. This is familiar. I'm close I'll walk.
25th avenue is what some would consider ghetto. I can feel more at home in a rundown place like that then I can up on the hills in Bountiful or East Layton. The people may be corrupt according to some but there is usually a humility in them that isn't found anywhere else. It was a smoky part of town. I saw a man with tired eyes stagger past me with a Santa Claus sized beard carrying a drink in one hand. A beady eyed man passed me who was bundled up from head to toe, pushing around rickety cart of all sorts things you can think of. A girl around my height came out of her old house with a homemade pie in her hands to get it to a neighbor.
Town houses usually just look ordinary to me, white brown or gray boxes. These were the exception. I saw a house that looked like it was smack in the middle of ST. Petersburg with a domed roof. It was ornamented with green and yellow patterns and it had at least two spires. Another was a turquoise house on a corner that was a little larger than my house. The house had separated arched roofs and victorian niches and columns and a tentish --uhhh I don't know the real term --a tentish something that was built above the door which extended outward to about five feet. They don't build things like that anymore. I seriously wanted to sketch these houses if I had the time to. My mom wouldn't approve, she could not believe that I walked 25th alone(such a gross place). Likewise she renewed my love for the song 'Just a Girl' by no doubt.
The street that I thought was Washington was actually Monroe so I naively pressed on assuming it had to be close. I went on for three more blocks and let the 603 pass me because Washington had to be close. I stopped a guy walking around to ask if I was close at all to Washington, I was taken aback by how blue his eyes were. Don't take this from a perspective of a girl, but an observer. They weren't bright like most really blue eyes are but just straight navy blue. It was like - whoah. He told me it was about eight blocks down hill. My backpack started getting heavy.
When I found Washington my bus passed me, then stopped in traffic in front of a stoplight. I was about three fourths of the way to it when it picked up and left me again. I was getting really tired and cold and hungry and collasped on a bench in front of what I think was a church but I could be wrong. Then I saw this taco stand on the curb. 2 tacos 1 dollar. All I wanted was a drink but I noticed how happy the man at the stand seemed when he cooked, so I got tacos too. Most people I see behind a counter when they cook look like they are thinking about tall bridges or high cliffs.
I collasped again at the bench at the bus stop. Once i finished my food a clean looking girl came and sat by me holding a sprite like I was. We started talking when she said she was broke. I admit I looked at her teeth when she said that but I didn't see any yellow stains from alcohol or smoking, or brown from the harder stuff. She didn't say it in self pity, she said it like she would the time. I asked her if she had anything to eat today. She said a little bit. I made her take two dollars to get something later.
I talked to her on the ride home and foundher name was Kim and she was on her way to Bountiful to earn some money from relatives until she got her first paycheck from quest. I have to say we both talked like it was a normal conversation because I've been exposed to a lot of situations like this before and she wasn't seeking attention. It's only because I was asking.
Kim said it felt good to be out on her own even if it was expensive. Said it was good to pay bills even if they were hard to pay. I thought about that. She used to live with and help assist her mom who has cancer but she says shes 23 now and she needs to take her own space. it was hard for her to always be around someone so controlling. She helps out as much as she can but her mom gripes at her that she has been abandoned when there are two others there at home.
It's weird with her mom cause she abadoned her when she was little cause she was getting into more and more meth.
I told her I was coming from school and she got a look in her eyes. She said she wished she would have finished. College i asked and she shook her head and said highschool. She said she had dropped out because it was hard since her mom needed her so much and couldn't quite take it. I shrugged and said you do what you have to do, i think you're going to get there.
She said she likes where she lives in Ogden and it's better than bountiful where she grew up. They may be poorer but they don't have the same elevated attitude you find in the rich. They know how to have what they have cause it might not last.
I hear so many storys like this that are so unfortunate and they ask will I make it out there. I want to say yes but i don't always know. I think she has a good shot though. She talks about it like she's not going to give up.
When I got off of the bus and walked down through my neighborhood it didn't feel real at all. I got in my house and Lindsey was doing her nails. Tvs were left on and I thought why do we get all this? Why do people like Kim get passed on their parents consequences and have to work three times as hard just to get where her parents originated? Why do I get this?
Ramblings upon ramblings to shoot off from here but I need to get back. I could go on, mark my words there is so much unsaid.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
in the blue of my oblivion
You should probably worry when someone hits on you who has your same unconventional last name. jk It wasn't that bad actually. I talk to strangers like old women do. You got a mind and two ears to funnel information into it, I talk.
My tendency to overexaggerate began in junior high. I couldn't always pluck out the right words to will the listening into hearing. In response to that I'd make a detail larger, then level it off to be 'smaller' again.
I know few people who try to listen in the truer sense. What I don't like about most modern day conversations is that the listener expects to be entertained right away. That's what televisions are for, to watch something that's interesting with them. You can always change the channel. I used to feel like I had to be a television set when I was younger to get attention. It's not a test, if someone doesn't feel like they've got their listening's worth go watch tv. People don't need to be funny or charming to earn your listening. Hearing is one of our primary functions let's use it for a change eh?
I like listening to people. I don't believe that small talk is small. Even if they are only talking about the weather, the last class, the traffic. I want to see what they choose to point out about the topic. What kind of expression comes from them in their own personal culture. That is what i aim to understand and can only find through this so called small talk.
This man Bob Lomax, yes L-O-M-A-X, talked to me at the transfer point this morning. No ordinary introduction at all. I liked that he forgot it's 'impolite' to try to talk to those who don't know you. Everyone else at the stop did what he could to exit the conversation. I believe the man was mentally challenged. It was the saddest thing to me to hear him say oh I'm sorry if I'm talking too much, I do that sometimes. Since when has it been so expensive to listen??? No one should have to feel like that ever if they talk this honestly and unspitefully. He told me he thinks he made three new friends today but he really won't know til later.
He was the only person I saw with an honest smile this morning. All anyone else could do is push him around like some social leper. I think a society will lose a lot when it forgets the simplest of things like common decency and listening... It's so sad.
My tendency to overexaggerate began in junior high. I couldn't always pluck out the right words to will the listening into hearing. In response to that I'd make a detail larger, then level it off to be 'smaller' again.
I know few people who try to listen in the truer sense. What I don't like about most modern day conversations is that the listener expects to be entertained right away. That's what televisions are for, to watch something that's interesting with them. You can always change the channel. I used to feel like I had to be a television set when I was younger to get attention. It's not a test, if someone doesn't feel like they've got their listening's worth go watch tv. People don't need to be funny or charming to earn your listening. Hearing is one of our primary functions let's use it for a change eh?
I like listening to people. I don't believe that small talk is small. Even if they are only talking about the weather, the last class, the traffic. I want to see what they choose to point out about the topic. What kind of expression comes from them in their own personal culture. That is what i aim to understand and can only find through this so called small talk.
This man Bob Lomax, yes L-O-M-A-X, talked to me at the transfer point this morning. No ordinary introduction at all. I liked that he forgot it's 'impolite' to try to talk to those who don't know you. Everyone else at the stop did what he could to exit the conversation. I believe the man was mentally challenged. It was the saddest thing to me to hear him say oh I'm sorry if I'm talking too much, I do that sometimes. Since when has it been so expensive to listen??? No one should have to feel like that ever if they talk this honestly and unspitefully. He told me he thinks he made three new friends today but he really won't know til later.
He was the only person I saw with an honest smile this morning. All anyone else could do is push him around like some social leper. I think a society will lose a lot when it forgets the simplest of things like common decency and listening... It's so sad.
Friday, January 06, 2006
overkill
I don't know quite what he did but Kenny, my supervisor, got written up for something that upset a coworker. All I know that the girl was about to quit over it. Other than that I don't know much about what went on. I know the kid gets cocky at times, and I'm usually telling him that he is such a guy with all the showing off he does. From what I've seen of his character though, he's usually empathetic and responsible unless he ods on coffee (tis dangerous for the kid).
It got taken care of today. He takes a lot of pride in his position at work, so expectedly he came out of the office completely stone faced went about robotically for two or three hours after. Later on in the shift he lightened up, fast. Dramatically fast. He was laughing and joking as usual but he had a sort of resolve in his eyes. I've only seen that kind of control before, and it rarely at that rate with the same confidence. Even then you can sense that the person has temporarily removed from it , to evaluate later on when time is better suited. Definitely something you'd have to witness to understand and respect.
In between rag offs Alex called me over to tell me that she had the weirdest dream about me getting seasick out in the parking lot. Savers turned into a big twisted carnival and well yeah, that's about as explainable as it gets.
As if it weren't bad enough that corporate decided to start selling new stock for Christmas we're selling valentines junk now. I do mean junk. Little tacky address books with sugar high looking cartoon girls on the front. The little book became the running joke the other night, a really bad one at that. Everything from TWO YEAR OLD'S fun printed socks to neon post it notes. Post it notes? Post it notes! Cookie making sets? Cheap dress up necklaces and a whole load of completely useless holiday unrelated product. Makes us feel really proud to indivually price the things between checking and put them on display.
Not quite as bad as the little advertisements for the book about the company's history titled: Pass it On. It says something like 'if you enjoyed the thrill of the Da Vinci Code, and were taken away by the magic of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, then you'll love Pass it On. A book about... A book about BLAH BLAH BLAH. I've thumbed through it on slow days and most of it is just historical documentation. Tall statement there. During training I learned aboutthe company's beginning and I will call it ordinary. Nothing too special. The founder was too strong headed if you ask me.
What a bunch of BS.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
the less I seek one source for a definitive the closer I am to fine
Again another year. It's boundaries aren't even visible but I feel for it's edges before the start and after the end. The last and the first pinch together oddly but there's the right amount of contrast for them to evenly match.
It reminds me of something that Billy Collins wrote. The relationship of the end to the beginning and the bridge between them both. the middle takes the most chapters but is the least recognized. It gets dronwed out by the spur of the start and the abrupt stop of the end. Things are usually expected in clearly formated formulas but they rarely ever hold that much predictability. Middles should have more of a focus set on it especially when it is present but it doesn't stand out as much because it's all between the lines.
I am trying to learn a way to better focus and treat whatever I come across or am involved in, whether it's a hobby or situation. I want to make the most of the ability to be concious but in everyone there is an inherent laziness. So the resolution for this year sounds simple but remains far from being so. Learn to measure. I want to learn how to portion myself and my time out better, not by inches but with the abstracts everything that exists is drawn by. No kidding when they say when it rains it pours, this doesn't have to be seen in a pessimistic way. You got to take it and spread it all out evenly, save some for when it won't come so easy.
Things to be done, places to go, starting to get more of what people call a schedule, and I forget what it's like to have a constant one. I've been opening most of the time at work since I'm one of the three that has enough of an anti - schedule now to open. Hours are getting sparse again which I don't mind at all after having too many, and I earn enough as it is. But I'll be another closer again once I start school (next week holy crap crap crap!) Millions of things to get done and REsend but my best is all I can do, and I hope that's enough to make the cut.
I'm fading in and out, staying up late is getting difficult for me past midnight. I usually sanction myself to an early bedtime but this is like a vacation this week with only working two days. I just want to know why I only yawn when I 'm only a tad bit tired.
It reminds me of something that Billy Collins wrote. The relationship of the end to the beginning and the bridge between them both. the middle takes the most chapters but is the least recognized. It gets dronwed out by the spur of the start and the abrupt stop of the end. Things are usually expected in clearly formated formulas but they rarely ever hold that much predictability. Middles should have more of a focus set on it especially when it is present but it doesn't stand out as much because it's all between the lines.
I am trying to learn a way to better focus and treat whatever I come across or am involved in, whether it's a hobby or situation. I want to make the most of the ability to be concious but in everyone there is an inherent laziness. So the resolution for this year sounds simple but remains far from being so. Learn to measure. I want to learn how to portion myself and my time out better, not by inches but with the abstracts everything that exists is drawn by. No kidding when they say when it rains it pours, this doesn't have to be seen in a pessimistic way. You got to take it and spread it all out evenly, save some for when it won't come so easy.
Things to be done, places to go, starting to get more of what people call a schedule, and I forget what it's like to have a constant one. I've been opening most of the time at work since I'm one of the three that has enough of an anti - schedule now to open. Hours are getting sparse again which I don't mind at all after having too many, and I earn enough as it is. But I'll be another closer again once I start school (next week holy crap crap crap!) Millions of things to get done and REsend but my best is all I can do, and I hope that's enough to make the cut.
I'm fading in and out, staying up late is getting difficult for me past midnight. I usually sanction myself to an early bedtime but this is like a vacation this week with only working two days. I just want to know why I only yawn when I 'm only a tad bit tired.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
scarecrow crying
I heard it over the television one day.
I t adds to why the bottom low ‘class’ parallels the top high ‘class’ in behavior. They dive to the same extremes, spend insane amounts. Take on the same reckless behaviors, one has everything in surplus, the other splurges the same way because there doesn’t seem to be a way out. Like the ignorant rookie up against the guru and in ways they’re the same by the standard of eased approach.
The obvious is studied just in case something was misconceived. The researcher takes the pulpit, summarizing those common responses we’d have slid easily past. Ashes to ashes. Scrutinizing over the simple. However I think that simplicity can actually be very dynamic. ‘And’ is simple but look it up, the definition takes have a page.
I watched a report on Good Morning America where Dr. Drew (despite his slight controversial reputation for what he offers in the field of televised professionals) had a few cryptic words to share.
"After any kind of a relationship ends the body will produce the same biological reactions as it would to a death."
Whoah. A small duh in my head but whoah.
The hardest graves to visit are the ones of living, the ones who died away from you by petty circumstance.
People know they and the flow of things are the one with the shovels plastered in grit. Human habits take care of it. Your arms ache from digging down. The witnessing of decay is exhausting. The old stakes become stumps, the matters disintegrate into scraps.
Particularly grim I know. But I don’t see the losses as hopeless, though I do try to walk my life on that silver lining.
I got seashells once as a gift from a friend who has long since moved away. One was a starfish with rounded horns on the top, the other was a tightly wound brown shell.
Being verbally awkward I couldn’t quite explain it to you all at first. Not everything lasts, but not everything loses. What happens will happen, but there is something that remains. It came to mean something to me, those shells. More than an old fascination with them. The time span of relations we can’t go back always or fit back inside them into the old shells because of a growing... Grown from the knowing of it all.
I read the time as 12 dollars and 32 cents. i’ve worked too long.
I t adds to why the bottom low ‘class’ parallels the top high ‘class’ in behavior. They dive to the same extremes, spend insane amounts. Take on the same reckless behaviors, one has everything in surplus, the other splurges the same way because there doesn’t seem to be a way out. Like the ignorant rookie up against the guru and in ways they’re the same by the standard of eased approach.
The obvious is studied just in case something was misconceived. The researcher takes the pulpit, summarizing those common responses we’d have slid easily past. Ashes to ashes. Scrutinizing over the simple. However I think that simplicity can actually be very dynamic. ‘And’ is simple but look it up, the definition takes have a page.
I watched a report on Good Morning America where Dr. Drew (despite his slight controversial reputation for what he offers in the field of televised professionals) had a few cryptic words to share.
"After any kind of a relationship ends the body will produce the same biological reactions as it would to a death."
Whoah. A small duh in my head but whoah.
The hardest graves to visit are the ones of living, the ones who died away from you by petty circumstance.
People know they and the flow of things are the one with the shovels plastered in grit. Human habits take care of it. Your arms ache from digging down. The witnessing of decay is exhausting. The old stakes become stumps, the matters disintegrate into scraps.
Particularly grim I know. But I don’t see the losses as hopeless, though I do try to walk my life on that silver lining.
I got seashells once as a gift from a friend who has long since moved away. One was a starfish with rounded horns on the top, the other was a tightly wound brown shell.
Being verbally awkward I couldn’t quite explain it to you all at first. Not everything lasts, but not everything loses. What happens will happen, but there is something that remains. It came to mean something to me, those shells. More than an old fascination with them. The time span of relations we can’t go back always or fit back inside them into the old shells because of a growing... Grown from the knowing of it all.
I read the time as 12 dollars and 32 cents. i’ve worked too long.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
a reversed monday
I found it and I couldn't resist. Not kidding here. LMAO. It's a book about a 'sultry wench' about the burning des...Romance novels usually make me grind my teeth and begin stabbing motions at how false they are just adding to our pop culture fairy tales. but whoooi. I bought it cause it made me laugh so freaking hard. Not bad for 50 cents, keep my bookshelf warm.
It's actually called 'Whitney, My Love'. Anna and I almost exploded after all the gigglings.
lol.
Yep. I'm agonna get my sega up and running. Also I just added a dreamcast (which I made a killing on) to the pile of the old nintendo gadgets I'm collecting. System, hookups, controller, memory card for an insanely low price. What put the cherry on my unnatural natural high on monday was the coincidence of good songs coming one after the next on the radio while I was driving about.
Got me in the most giggly mood, was it really a monday?
Trying to figure out new year plans but I've drawn a second blank. Change of plans. Anna and I will figure it out though, hopefully before new years. Keeping my fingers crossed.
It's actually called 'Whitney, My Love'. Anna and I almost exploded after all the gigglings.
lol.
Yep. I'm agonna get my sega up and running. Also I just added a dreamcast (which I made a killing on) to the pile of the old nintendo gadgets I'm collecting. System, hookups, controller, memory card for an insanely low price. What put the cherry on my unnatural natural high on monday was the coincidence of good songs coming one after the next on the radio while I was driving about.
Got me in the most giggly mood, was it really a monday?
Trying to figure out new year plans but I've drawn a second blank. Change of plans. Anna and I will figure it out though, hopefully before new years. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Hmm
Nothing like the smell of fresh capitolism in the morning eh?
New retirement laws. And a pretty little notice had to be given on thursday to the Utah Government to stick with the old plans.
Oh I loved the new SLC restrictions passed on how we are permitted to use and build on our own land, how we can build our own homes that we live in. I can understand the width standards so that we can better love our neighbors for not battling over space. You think you own that land bud? No you own the subtle right to report a trespasser, that and only that.
Did any one else find the beauty in fining high school students $150 a cussing? For cussing? Do you realize the inflation here when the old $10 words like eminence and phantasmagoria are outrageously less expensivethan the most primal of words?
anyone else giggling?
New retirement laws. And a pretty little notice had to be given on thursday to the Utah Government to stick with the old plans.
Oh I loved the new SLC restrictions passed on how we are permitted to use and build on our own land, how we can build our own homes that we live in. I can understand the width standards so that we can better love our neighbors for not battling over space. You think you own that land bud? No you own the subtle right to report a trespasser, that and only that.
Did any one else find the beauty in fining high school students $150 a cussing? For cussing? Do you realize the inflation here when the old $10 words like eminence and phantasmagoria are outrageously less expensivethan the most primal of words?
anyone else giggling?
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