Things that are older than most other things:
April 28, 2006 at 22:35 | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 CommentHere is a link to video where a scientist discusses some 200 million year-old microorganisms that he found inside of a salt crystal in New Mexico. GO USA!
My manifestation of the human condition is:
April 27, 2006 at 05:06 | Posted in Musings | 12 CommentsIt seems lately, that I have an easy time slighting personal endeavors in favor of being lazy, unmotivated. Why? Namely the internet. Possibly the most convenient invention for having an excuse to do nothing.
A barrelling Dracula’s cape…
April 25, 2006 at 03:44 | Posted in communicative media, Musings, quotables | 1 CommentOnce while driving terribly late at night, I thought that I saw a Dracula’s cape barrelling across the highway–driving terribly late does strange things to my mind.
While packing for my move I discovered a piece of paper inscribed with the following:
“the utterly precise aiming of speech allowed by the post is amazing.”
A fascinating feat indeed. In my Media theory studies I have begun to recognize, more and more, the things that go on around us in terms of their existence as possible extensions of the body and its functions.
The age, and lack of anything electronic, seems to give this medium a specific poignancy.
When we speak words are emitted into the surrounding air with little control as to where they go, being that the voice is an omnidirectional sound-producing membrane. When a letter is sent through the post words can be directed to an exact location.
There is little theory to divulge without going into an involved statement on the whole of Media. Perhaps then, it is this conceivable simplicity that sparked my amazement in the first place.
Translucent, or another state of matter and light…
April 23, 2006 at 05:02 | Posted in Women | 1 CommentThe relations between men and women puzzle me to no end. I am not naive enough to think that ,”I just had it all figured out,” but I am at one of those inevitable states of, “Fuck, how did I get here?”
Being that I have never committed to a long-term relationship I can understand how I continuosly find myself in a similar disposition, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite as miserable, in regards to the affect that I am having on women, as I do right now.
I love women, and my interactions with them–from acquaintances, and passersby, to lovers and close friends, I enjoy women on all accounts. The longer I am alive the more I see of them and the more I learn but it never really gets any easier to interact with them in some kind of idealistic context. What does happen is that my insight grows and it becomes easier to cope with/understand what is going on. I as a human may never fully activate a womany life of perfection, but I think that I am moving closer to being able to recognize the parts of one that I own.
So..
April 22, 2006 at 03:14 | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentThis post will serve as an account of all things ‘of late.’
I’ve had a bluetooth mouse, and a bluetooth keyboard for a while, and I just got a 19″ flat-panel monitor today–my setup is fully blown.
Tomorrow is Alexandra Almeida, and Simon Kachel’s wedding. Alex is a friend of mine, whom I met while studying at UCF. Last night I went out with Simon and a swarn of his buddies for the bachelor celebration. Australians are wild.
I leave in eleven days for my trip–a week in Manhattan, and a month in India. I felt stressed today.
I know the words to all sorts of sings like being relaxed, not letting the small stuff get to you, and rolling with it, but I haven’t heard those songs in a while.
Since I moved home I have become concerend with designer clothing that is expensive. I would not say that I lusr after Prada sweaters, but I see them with the Paul Smith jackets and think about owning them. I cannot afford to spend such money on clothing. As I was falling alseep the other night I said to myself, “It would be nice if I could afford to go out and spend thousands of dollars on clothes. I would be able to get that Suede Armani jacket.” These thoughts are nothing new. I grew up, and am currently residing, in a place where there are probably more Mercedes than people. I drive a mini-van and wear James Perse t-shirts that I buy on sale at the Neiman Marcus outlet. I could not afford to shop at Saks Fifth Avenue, but sometimes I can afford to shop at Saks off Fifth. The finer things are like that for a reason.
The thought of being in India is not a reality, but it is slowly distilling into my perspective one epiphny-like moment at a time.
I would still like to send you a postcard, but I need your address in order to do that.
Women continue to perforate my life into ever stranger shapes.
Shit…
April 17, 2006 at 04:52 | Posted in Uncategorized | 3 CommentsI typed a lengthy post about metaphysical characteristics of humans this morning, and when I went to upload it the server for wordpress was down. That post is not here. I’ll have to re-write it.
Today I thought of these words to say to a phony person:
You are the paper thin mustache on the face of a famous felon, inside of major American post office.
I want to send you a postcard from India…
April 15, 2006 at 02:53 | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a commentI will be sending at least one postcard every day, and I would prefer to send less of them to me than others.
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