Monday, December 31, 2018
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Saturday, December 29, 2018
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Called my sister's this afternoon. Xmas was already over, though, only The Butterknife (mom) was there, my father had apparently come and gone already having picked a fight with mom over the time she flirted with the fence guy. But we lived in the woods, we didn't have fences (??) "Oh it was around the pool we put up that one time." Wait, ya mean in Chicago, when I WAS LIKE THREE YEARS OLD? "Yes, well, ya know how he is about me," she says.
The look on my sister's face
The look on my sister's face
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
VIRGO As it turns out, you're a supernatural being. There's more to you than your past, your present or your future. The day's events will strike a chord in you and you'll feel the truth of your everlasting soul.
Mark? Is that you? What are you still doing in the bardo? It shocks me still that you are dead. But if you are around, you know that. And that I am sorry. So so sorry. I should have at least come. Is it any wonder that I don't want to give any time to anyone anymore? I wish I could talk to you again. You would understand how so many of my actions and inactions now are like marginal notes that read 'here is where you should have stopped / given up / said NO." But what do we know when we are so tenderly young as we were? A child just lives, just does. When we are young, we act and feel without understanding. We don't know yet that we increasingly ensnarl ourselves. And there will come tipping point when our lives are NOW not in the future, we are now living the sum of our choices, which are all in the past and cannot be undone. What of free will then? By midlife, it seems as if there are no more choices to be made except one, to keep living or not. But you didn't even get to choose that.
I pray you were right, I remember you explaining it to me, and how mad Danniel got at you, HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT? she yelled, right when you said that we would fall after death, fall and keep falling, until we chose to reach out and again embrace life, in blind instinctive faith in it, and whenever that reach came, that moment would determine when and how and to whom and as what we would be reborn. It is all choice, all of life, from before we are born and again afterward, it is all "a matter of perspective".
culture club - time
Mark? Is that you? What are you still doing in the bardo? It shocks me still that you are dead. But if you are around, you know that. And that I am sorry. So so sorry. I should have at least come. Is it any wonder that I don't want to give any time to anyone anymore? I wish I could talk to you again. You would understand how so many of my actions and inactions now are like marginal notes that read 'here is where you should have stopped / given up / said NO." But what do we know when we are so tenderly young as we were? A child just lives, just does. When we are young, we act and feel without understanding. We don't know yet that we increasingly ensnarl ourselves. And there will come tipping point when our lives are NOW not in the future, we are now living the sum of our choices, which are all in the past and cannot be undone. What of free will then? By midlife, it seems as if there are no more choices to be made except one, to keep living or not. But you didn't even get to choose that.
I pray you were right, I remember you explaining it to me, and how mad Danniel got at you, HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT? she yelled, right when you said that we would fall after death, fall and keep falling, until we chose to reach out and again embrace life, in blind instinctive faith in it, and whenever that reach came, that moment would determine when and how and to whom and as what we would be reborn. It is all choice, all of life, from before we are born and again afterward, it is all "a matter of perspective".
culture club - time
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Do you like me or not?—for example. Whether you do or not depends, in countless instances, on whether I meet you half-way, am willing to assume that you must like me, and show you trust and expectation. The previous faith on my part in your liking’s existence is in such cases what makes your liking come. But if I stand aloof, and refuse to budge an inch until I have objective evidence, until you shall have done something apt … ten to one your liking never comes … In truths dependent on our personal action, then, faith based on desire is certainly a lawful and possibly an indispensable thing. "The Will to Believe", William James
I won't hurt you - west coast
I won't hurt you - west coast
Thursday, December 20, 2018
The pursuit of the good life, for the Greeks, was a profoundly personal, emotion-laden, all-consuming quest for a beautiful soul. The beautiful soul was worth sacrificing everything for. Everything! Socrates stands before his neighbors and says the unthinkable—that there is something worse than death: living an ugly, wicked, boring life. This is not the stuff of Kant’s “pure reason.” It’s the stuff of personal vision, insight, and a foolhardy courage to speak the truth. It’s the zest that makes life significant. This is what Emerson found so attractive about Socrates. Socrates believed that the pursuit of the Good was a kind of divine madness. I paged through the Phaedrus and found one of my favorite bits: “The best things we have come from madness, when it is given as a gift of the god...There is no truth to that story that when a lover is available you should give your favors to a man who doesn’t love you instead, because he is in control of himself.."
American Philosophy: A Love Story
everything is gonna be alright - d murphy
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
I'll be bold and predict that 2019 will be a nurturing chapter in your story; a time when you will feel loved and supported to a greater degree than usual; a phase when you will be more at home in your body and more at peace with your fate than you have in a long time. I have chosen an appropriate blessing to bestow upon you, written by the poet Claire Wahmanholm. Speak her words as if they were your own. "On Earth I am held, honeysuckled not just by honeysuckle but by everything—marigolds, bog after bog of small sundews, the cold smell of spruce."
say you wont let go - daniel lang
Monday, December 17, 2018
3hr voodoo walking tour, the priestdude pulled me from the audience to be Voodu Queen for the didactics, "You are all's our mama now, how you keep us safe, our history safe, even if someone sold you away or killed you?"
Fun fact, voodoo dolls are preliterate medical records. The pins just mean stuff like, 'I treated you for a headache last time'. Like this, it's a bunch of writing ways. So, answer: I would be a writer.
Fun fact, voodoo dolls are preliterate medical records. The pins just mean stuff like, 'I treated you for a headache last time'. Like this, it's a bunch of writing ways. So, answer: I would be a writer.
Saturday, December 15, 2018
the fray - all at once there is no reason this song should be playing where I am right now, over late breakfast in nola
, except this band plays for me from you like a boy in 5th grade pulls the hair of the girl in front of him out of the blue sometimes
"..your sweet body fagrance hits me, do you know that smell is important for falling in love?, there have been studies" ~This Is Not A Love Letter, Kim Purcell
"..your sweet body fagrance hits me, do you know that smell is important for falling in love?, there have been studies" ~This Is Not A Love Letter, Kim Purcell
Friday, December 14, 2018
Thursday, December 13, 2018
Sunday, December 02, 2018
amen sister (and great outfit!)
You. Give me small objects of affection by which I will know you. Court me so lightly that I barely notice. So lightly that maybe you are doing it already, touching me with your thoughts. Come on. smib
bonus track: The Ice Queen
You. Give me small objects of affection by which I will know you. Court me so lightly that I barely notice. So lightly that maybe you are doing it already, touching me with your thoughts. Come on. smib
bonus track: The Ice Queen
Saturday, December 01, 2018
Me: mmm a weekend alone, what ya wanna do?
Him: how about absolutely nothing?
Me: I could go grocery shopping..
Him: get it delivered
Me: but then I can't pick out flowers
Him: saves money
Me: truth, and I did just buy that rug..
Him: thanks for the rugs by the way, I love dragging my ass across a new rug!
Me: that looks like it feels pretty good
Him: you should try it!
Him: how about absolutely nothing?
Me: I could go grocery shopping..
Him: get it delivered
Me: but then I can't pick out flowers
Him: saves money
Me: truth, and I did just buy that rug..
Him: thanks for the rugs by the way, I love dragging my ass across a new rug!
Me: that looks like it feels pretty good
Him: you should try it!
"nzling sequin pillow" |
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