Carebear txt- 10:44 am: hey, what are you guys’ SSNs? I need them asap cuz my life insurance form is due today.

Marebear txt-10:45 am: haha. That sounds *very* sketchy

Carebear txt- 10:46 am: lol. No but srsly.

Marebear txt-10:47 am: ok. whats my favorite thing about me?  (i need to know its really you asking)

Carebear txt-10:49 am: jesus, I dunno. your sense of humor? the way you steal shit from people? Your keen ability to use me needing your info as an opportunity to indirectly fish for compliments? Booty? you like so many things about yourself !!!

Marebear txt- 10:50 am: ###- ##- ####

January 31, 2013

weird

that you’d forget

two years is too short

to sweat the small stuff

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weird

when you don’t shake it off

shrug away when that way

of being hasn’t served you

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weird

to feel you

investing in the besting

get a for goodness sake grip

January 27, 2013

A little bit too late-

you waited

a little bit too long.

I’m sorry if you hate me.

January 26, 2013

The only time there was a thoroughgoing happiness, a genuineness in manner was after a day or few hours of having been lost lost

Lost

in those books, in those ideas

Thankful for keeping my head just barely above water for just barely long enough to

not get entirely subsumed in

the social pattern production & training mills

Thankful for letting me access  those

hinting meaning bubbles  when

Under

dropping down, just barely beautiful enough to motivate the barely chasing them floating swirling

Above me

each time for so many more times than was planned.

January 26, 2013

 

“Sigmund Freud often remarked that great revolutions in the history of science have but one common, and ironic, feature: they knock human arrogance off one pedestal after another of our previous conviction about our own self-importance. In Freud’s three examples, Copernicus moved our home from center to periphery, Darwin then relegated us to ‘descent from an animal world’; and, finally (in one of the least modest statements of intellectual history), Freud himself discovered the unconscious and exploded the myth of a fully rational mind. In this wise and crucial sense, the Darwinian revolution remains woefully incomplete because, even though thinking humanity accepts the fact of evolution, most of us are still unwilling to abandon the comforting view that evolution means (or at least embodies a central principle of) progress defined to render the appearance of something like human consciousness either virtually inevitable or at least predictable. The pedestal is not smashed until we abandon progress or complexification as a central principle and come to entertain the strong possibility that H. sapiens is but a tiny, late-arising twig on life’s enormously arborescent bush—a small bud that would almost surely not appear a second time if we could replant the bush from seed and let it grow again.”

 

—Stephen Jay Gould,  “The Evolution of Life On Earth,” Scientific American 271 (October 1994): 91.

January 26, 2013

“We talk about the ‘march from monad to man’ (old-style language again) as though evolution followed continuous pathways of progress along unbroken lineages. Nothing could be further from reality. I do not deny that, through time, the most ‘advanced’ organism has tended to increase in complexity. But the sequence from protozoan to jellyfish to trilobite to nautiloid to armored fish to dinosaur to monkey to human is no lineage at all, but a chronological set of termini on unrelated darwiniana trunks. Moreover life shows no trend to complexity in the usual sense—only an asymmetrical expansion of diversity around a starting point constrained to be simple.”

 

— Stephen Jay Gould, “Tires to Sandals,” Eight Little Piggies, New York: W. W. Norton, 1993, p. 322.

January 24, 2013

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brew   sing

d  r  a  g  g  i n g    threw

c a r v i n g      out     skin    bind

in  red    then   black     then blue

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January 22, 2013

‘Observations on the State of Degradation to Which Woman is Reduced by Various Causes

That woman is naturally weak, or degraded by concurrence of circumstances, is, I think, clear. But this position I shall simply contrast with a conclusion, which I have frequently heard fall from sensible men in favour of an aristocracy: that the mass of mankind cannot be anything, or the obsequious slaves, who patiently allow themselves to be driven forward, would feel their own consequences, and spurn their chains. Men, they further observe, submit everywhere to oppression, when they have only to lift up their heads to throw off the yoke; yet, instead of asserting their birth right, they quickly lick the dust, and say, let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die. Women, I argue from analogy, are degraded by the same propensity to enjoy the present moment; and, at last, despise the freedom which they have not sufficient virtue to struggle to attain.’

-Mary Wollstonecraft, Chapter IV, A Vindication of the Rights of Woman (1792)

January 21, 2013

that’s the great advice that i seized on before building the little sandcastle- that worthwhile thoughts don’t come from minds not alive in not-so-great thoughts, don’t sensationalize your humanity into something it isn’t, girl. stay humble and keep the crack record wide open; say there’s the no ‘point’ to the tattoos and the blog and the rants and the reign; so no one should be confused for a second about how brightly confused you always were.