2011.11.26

Row, row, row your boat,

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.

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2011.11.21

2011.11.14

when she was just a girl                        she expected the world

but it flew away from her reach      so she ran away in her sleep

-Coldplay

2011.11.12

 

2011.11.12

 


“You always admire what you really don’t understand.”

– Blaise Pascal

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”

Letters to a Young Poet

– Rainer Maria Rilke

involved hard liquor, a poorly planned (and even more poorly executed) get-rich-quick scheme, walking in a (not at all) straight line blindfolded, allegations of stolen furniture, licking salt off my palms given to me in the bathroom of the library. without explanation. by concerned janitorial staff, starting interdepartmental warfare (classics versus philosophy), desecrating school property, having a conversation and sharing a laugh with an inanimate object...that i thought was an animate object (named jeff o), passing out in my office, and having my car towed off by a sorority. i don't have time to explain it all now, so these are notes to remind me to come back in a fill in the blanks later.
i was walking to class and saw a member of university maintenance staff using a super-souped up leaf blower and i had never tried one and thought it would be neat and i asked if he would let me give it a go and he was like:
girl what are you up to  are you trying to get me fired?
and i was like
hey no way! if they fire you, i quit!
and he was like: Oh, what you a big deal around here or something?
no. not really.       you?
nope. me neither.
then i guess neither of us should give a shit.
we laughed pretty hard.
 
then he showed me some really cool trick to get the leaves to kick up in the air super high.
it was pretty awesome.

2011.11.09

 

“Most of the fundamental ideas of science are essentially simple, and may, as a rule, be expressed in a language comprehensible to everyone. ” -Albert Einstein

“There are some ideas so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.” -George Orwell

“By not caring too much about what people think, I’m able to think for myself and propagate ideas which are very often unpopular. And I succeed.”  -Albert Ellis

“Our ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature.” -Arthur Conan Doyle

2011.11.08

Me:  Three duck-like turkeys following me! I think they think I am their leader (or that I’m in capacity to take them to their leader). I wish my camera was working, I’d send you a picture of them. They have kept behind me for a solid five minutes.

Bird Expert:  Haha. You better watch out, they form emotional bonds for life. You’re pretty much stuck with them now.

Me:  Hmm, that’s a lot more power than I had intended to acquire when I started this walk. I think I’ll try and walk them over to the part of the park where people are feeding them. Plus, its sunnier and warmer over there. Turkeys like all that, right?

Bird Expert:  Turkeys are all about that. Not ducks though. They just like following people. Good thing you don’t have ducks following you.

Me: Yeah. Oddly enough, the turkeys just parted ways with me. And now I think I’m actually bummed! I have half a mind to start following them, or maybe go find some ducks..

2011.11.08

 

2011.11.08

‘Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given.’

 

2011.11.08

‘You’re the only thing that makes it easy to be, easy.’

The first one
Learned about the burning bending and twisting of love
Consuming constraining so forcefully I broke away

The second one
Learned about the cliff at the end of the perfecting of love
Liberating entailing that I peacefully let go

The third one

2011.11.08

lies lies lies
  lace her up in her lyrical lovelies
  paint the ceilings paint the walls up
  paint them all up
  plaster and pillage and persecute this painter
  just cover her up with her lies lies lies

2011.11.06

the good life

2011.11.06

i'm gonna grow up
and learn how to run, really run, for long distances
around you
i'm gonna grow up
and learn geometry and poetry, and teach them together
as philosophy
beside you
i'm gonna grow up
and live through the woods in the meadows,
near the mountains by a lake
with you
i'm gonna grow up
and quietly plant and paint, cultivate and create,
near the sea
in service to children, to people, to friends and family
and you
i'm gonna grow up
and keep waking up
closer to you
until i become the beautiful and perfect
pale and fading
point of  insignificance
that i now dream i can be
through you

2011.11.06

‘I want to hurry home to you; put on a slow, dumb show for you- and crack you up. So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain.’

2011.11.06

november 3rd was awesome. my elementary school moves were matched. and if you had let me design and predict the best reaction to my story telling  genes i could not have come up with such a creative and perfect and beautiful continuation of narrative. so there is some evidence that more than my imagination exists in this dead fire fly dance hall in a vacuum routine. new orleans was awesome too.