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September 2007 Archives
in lieu of the entry i've been composing in my brain, late at night when i lay down to sleep, regarding the differences i see between myself and other so-called loners; i present you with 3 technically 4 things i am recently enamored with:
Jennifer Michael Hecht- specifically the book "The Happiness Myth." Seriously, she's a historian, philosopher, and poet. She could probably write an interpretation of the phone book and i would love it, but this book is super lovely.
Sweet Home Alabama, performed as a soundcheck by Sigur Ros. Surreal, yet amazing. You should (right-click, save as) listen.
Flickr's what's on my desk pool. also, Flickr's what's in my bag cluster. i could (and have, and do) spend hours looking through these.
i love music; it's such a balm. makes me feel amazingly better. truthfully, music is so dreamlike and otherworldly. i probably shouldn't live so much in the past, or the future. i know somehow, that now is all that counts, but alas.
i find myself saying "but alas . . . " a lot lately. i'm not sure if i'm really letting go, or if i'm just resigned(ing) to some things.
i think i need to start/return to journaling (with that crazy pen and paper) more often. the longer i go without writing, the harder it is to say anything. and i don't know why i want to say things, when truthfully, it seems there is nothing worth saying, but it's like a thirst - insatiable and always in the back of my mind, reminding me of the need at every other blink.
on nights like these, it somehow seems that a thunderstorm and big fluffy bed would solve all my problems. but, i still wake up as me. and that's the part i need to make peace with.
* my mel states, and i quote, "no you don't. they're far too short and generally bittersweet." does she always have to be soooo right?
le testing
i found out yesterday that i'll be heading to san fransisco in 2 weeks for training. sudden and unexpected, but not unnice. i look forward to seeing my coworkers again. i talk to them more than anyone else, except maybe Y and melly-bees :)
staying up late is fun. except in the mornings, when i swear i'll take a nap/go to bed earlier/get a routine/ etc. but, then it's somehow 11pm and i'm resisting again.
i was in the mood to watch the short film "Can we Kiss?" again tonight, but of course, I had forgotten the name of it and the site where i originally watched it, but viva la internets. now it's here and i won't forget again. i really think everyone should watch it. possibly a 100 times. it's beautiful.
i'm currently reading the thinker's way and killing the buddha, a heretics bible, which are both the kind of books that make me think that i'm okay and give me hope. i'm trying to ignore the famous quotation that hope is dangerous, and instead believe that a little dose might take me a long way.
"The streets lie, the sidewalks lie, everything lies You can try and read it but you're gonna get it wrong...all wrong The summer evenings burn and melt and the nights glitter but you're gonna get it wrong And it's gonna sink its teeth into your flesh and pull you to the bottom."
i have a deep and unparalleled love for the words of henry rollins. raw.
i spend so much time worrying about the most trivial of things. distractions from the things i can't don't fix.
i think i am too melodramatic for a blog.
or maybe i just need sleep.
