hahaha-adorable!

"could you calm down?? honestly?!"



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7FmKYTpRJk&feature=related

rebel yell

this pic always makes my day.

classic rock mag

arghh, these brits are killing me.

i have to have this magazine. i went last month to the only store that has it around here, but then i realized that because of the whole scrazy time schedule of theirs i got it all screwed up. went there to get may, which they insanly publish during april, for some unknown reason! so now on monday i'll go back and get my yummy issue. hopefully. until then all i can see is gorgeous Plant hair on the cover.

and with that i established my dream job. to write for that mag would be awesome. but with my lack of timing skills i don't really see it happening. it took me half a year to carveup the woodstock piece and i can already tell you it sucks out loud. and there's the whole ocean thing but...oh well.

anyways... lemme see what else. well i was gonna go out with a bunch of friends tonight but had a heart to heart with mama, so no longer feel up to it. the conference is still in the air, though secretly, i'm hoping to not make it. gals are right, we can have much more fun here. and if not, i can sit on my ass all day, listen to morrison scream and read the fifties and consume so much coffee that my brain gets mushy.

still lurking for some con vids at the same.

i am deadly curious about this twitter thing too. seems to be the hot new thing around. but with my speed of catching up with technology, that is yet another thing i don't see happening in the near future.

so long people!

woodstock

oh-i forgot to mention that i finally wrote my first draft for the woodstock piece. hooray.

random sampling

random what-have-i-been-doing list?

• on thrusday one of the networks had a 24 marathon....much to my suprise i realized that sutherland is kinda hot.



• had been lurking on youtube to watch some of the con vids.



• had a family gathering on thursday--had tons of food.



• still have tons of food.



• been reading the fifties. i kinda liked the previous chapters when it was politics and bomb research and all, i think the last 4 chapters are all about booming companies. it's fun to read about how mcdonalds started--or holiday inn--but it kinda gets boring after a while.



• renewed my library thingy for frost and whitman.



• sent a friend a message on a weird subject. will see how it turns out.



• seen Jump The Shark. Loved the new brother. Loved Ackles even more.

• drinking water like an elephant. found myself a ginormous beer jug or something that holds all the water in the world. saves me from a couple of trip downstairs.



• had eggs for lunch. then cookies.



• trying to sort out what to do next week in that conference. been gittery all week, and keep being that way.



• been detoxing myself from humans.



• tried to take care of the plants in the house.



• enjoying this like hell: (hope it shows)

crap. it doesn't. oh well.... it was actually pretty funny.

hey mr. lightman...

Everyone's in such hurry to get on with life.

And it makes me sad too see them try and try to get on with the wrong things. It's all a struggle, all about the next step, all after some prestigeous, fancy, pompous way of proving themselves. We search for one another in the numeric illusions of the mind. Labels, all we chase. Labels. And more of them.

Applications are filled with the most cautious hands. For what? This is not the place for it. Wasn't higher education supposed to be high? The halls should have been filled with people caring about Whitman or Mann, teachers should have been guiding people to learn--not to memorize or to speak back, but to learn, learn so we can all see the horizions for ourselves. Libraries should have been crowded; not with people studying for the next text, but with people reading a book on a rainy monday afternoon.

Every breath should have given me inspiration.

First they blamed highschool. I wonder how can they not see what stands right in front of them? The act of learning is becoming a handy tool to prove how valuable of an asset you will become for the next firm to employ you. Everyone chases the ways to turn Marx into money. They don't discuss, they don't understand.

I don't understand. How can they not feel the burning when you read that next word that says what you have always wanted to say? How can they ignore the november poems, how can they not understand that humanity is, after all, one brick upon another?

How can they come by those bricks, stare at them in silence, and then go back to their cash registers and deadlines and 5 year plans?

Then again, it could be just me again, chasing something entirely diferent.

Tullips maybe. I have always loved tulips.

The Census-Taker

...

The melancholy of having to count souls
Where they grow fever and fever every year
Is extreme where they shrink to none at all.
It must be I want life to go on living.

Robert Frost

the crystal ship

Thomas Mann once wrote:

"Writing beautifully was almost synonymous with thinking beautifully, and from there it was not far to act beautifully."

We all lead selfish existences.

And this is mine.