Dream Bridge
Because I am in the midst of a writing frenzy it feels necessary to post on Livejournal. Entering into any kind of creative "frenzy" seems to occur less and less as I age. This thought makes me incredibly upset, as I do not find lasting pleasure in many other activities. Most of my euphoric memories are related to maniacal spurts of creativity resulting in imperfect, albeit self-approved output. Thankfully I am not financially dependent on my creative impulses...
Lisa and I recently returned from Southern California. I had been to L.A. once before, but I only managed to stay two nights and one full day. At that time I was very homesick. This time around, however, I was wishing more time could be spent away from home. L.A. was not so fantastic, but thanks to the recent rainfall all of the plant life present was in top form. Because I am not accustomed to seeing spiky plants everywhere, this botanical aspect was very liberating. The feeling of being "somewhere else" was extremely exciting, despite knowing I was still within the capitalist->fractional reserve banking->human-centric matrix of metaphysical obfuscation. Because Lisa and I had traveled with Lisa's friend, and Lisa's friend's boyfriend, there was not so much time for self-analysis and quiet pondering. I did not really mind, however, because the 4 of us were in consistent motion; intergroup stagnation did not occur so easily due to change of landscapes and lodging. Our most intimate group moments arose in the SUV we rented. We talked aesthetics, ethics, and politics (briefly) while in the car. I found it kind of weird/difficult to maintain a consistent state of chit chat conversation elsewhere, but as previously stated, the environment changed so often that it was easy to comment on landforms, temperature and so on without giving the impression that I was grasping for conversational topics.
To summarize, as this is already too long-winded of an entry, nobody saw a UFO, everyone was thoroughly impressed by the dramatic landscapes, Lisa achieved her goal of photographing herself and her friend amongst the seasonal burst of wildflowers, good quality tacos were consumed, and Ariel Pink was spotted getting out of a tan Acura
(the only celebrity sighting).
I was halfheartedly hoping for some kind of unexplainable, mystical experience at the giant rock in Joshua Tree, but then again, by the time I processed any such experience it wouldn't really be "unexplainable," and might in fact be fodder for some overlong analysis.
I don't really want to move to Southern California but it is very easy to romanticize living in a posh adobe house somewhere in a civilized portion of desert. Looking out at a backyard, or neighborhood, resembling The Flinstones is very appealing & exotic (despite the lack of domesticated dinosaurs). Anywhere that isn't present is always more appealing in the mind. However, because the present is seldom experienced in full, due to internal dialogue and other distracting factors, it becomes very difficult to truly know what is actually satisfying, in regards to a homestead, and what is subpar.
In the realm of absolutes:
I am either too wise to be wasting time typing all of this on the Internet while badly needing to use the restroom (because I am 2 pints of beer into the night) or I am so deeply absorbed within a bubble of self-important delusion that I am practically writing all of this drivel against "my true will."
Lisa and I recently returned from Southern California. I had been to L.A. once before, but I only managed to stay two nights and one full day. At that time I was very homesick. This time around, however, I was wishing more time could be spent away from home. L.A. was not so fantastic, but thanks to the recent rainfall all of the plant life present was in top form. Because I am not accustomed to seeing spiky plants everywhere, this botanical aspect was very liberating. The feeling of being "somewhere else" was extremely exciting, despite knowing I was still within the capitalist->fractional reserve banking->human-centric matrix of metaphysical obfuscation. Because Lisa and I had traveled with Lisa's friend, and Lisa's friend's boyfriend, there was not so much time for self-analysis and quiet pondering. I did not really mind, however, because the 4 of us were in consistent motion; intergroup stagnation did not occur so easily due to change of landscapes and lodging. Our most intimate group moments arose in the SUV we rented. We talked aesthetics, ethics, and politics (briefly) while in the car. I found it kind of weird/difficult to maintain a consistent state of chit chat conversation elsewhere, but as previously stated, the environment changed so often that it was easy to comment on landforms, temperature and so on without giving the impression that I was grasping for conversational topics.
To summarize, as this is already too long-winded of an entry, nobody saw a UFO, everyone was thoroughly impressed by the dramatic landscapes, Lisa achieved her goal of photographing herself and her friend amongst the seasonal burst of wildflowers, good quality tacos were consumed, and Ariel Pink was spotted getting out of a tan Acura
(the only celebrity sighting).
I was halfheartedly hoping for some kind of unexplainable, mystical experience at the giant rock in Joshua Tree, but then again, by the time I processed any such experience it wouldn't really be "unexplainable," and might in fact be fodder for some overlong analysis.
I don't really want to move to Southern California but it is very easy to romanticize living in a posh adobe house somewhere in a civilized portion of desert. Looking out at a backyard, or neighborhood, resembling The Flinstones is very appealing & exotic (despite the lack of domesticated dinosaurs). Anywhere that isn't present is always more appealing in the mind. However, because the present is seldom experienced in full, due to internal dialogue and other distracting factors, it becomes very difficult to truly know what is actually satisfying, in regards to a homestead, and what is subpar.
In the realm of absolutes:
I am either too wise to be wasting time typing all of this on the Internet while badly needing to use the restroom (because I am 2 pints of beer into the night) or I am so deeply absorbed within a bubble of self-important delusion that I am practically writing all of this drivel against "my true will."