tapping into it
just finished reading Franny and Zooey, thinking about Jesus and smart babies - and am now eyeballing a stack of articles and thinking about writing my last paper. Impossible, really. I need a muse with long fingernails to poke me, aggressively, in the back of the neck until I am brave enough to print. bleeerrraaach. basically. I am stir crazy and endlessly lacking initiative these days. A poor combination. Mostly, I am spending too many hours at my internship trying to make sense of what their vision really is, and stealing office supplies. Mmm. White Out and felt pens and endless free photocopies. I am trying to convince a ring of my friends here to do the 24 hour zine thing http://www.rockscissorspaper.org/24hz.htm - bust out the burnt coffee and scissors and make a real night of it.
also - Joined couchsurfers.com - hosting my first stranger on Saturday night. We'll see. I have this problem with identifying the thin line between spontaneity and risk. It mostly stems from rainy days and too many Haribo gummy cherries while waiting for responses to emails that may never come. I am ready for this ship to sail, but it is anchored here for at least another two weeks or so. Wanderlust! again! Will it cease? It's wanderlust with a yearning for a home base, which really make little sense at all. It's the same story, on vicious repeat, isn't it? To be ignored is perhaps the worst feeling. Disdain at least requires energy. WHINE. I just want to be overwhelmed with boundless love from all directions. Is that so much to ask? Probably. To gain, you must give! energy! energy! honesty! honesty! progress! progress!
http://www.3quarksdaily.com/
alright, over and out.
let the storms bring productivity.
also - Joined couchsurfers.com - hosting my first stranger on Saturday night. We'll see. I have this problem with identifying the thin line between spontaneity and risk. It mostly stems from rainy days and too many Haribo gummy cherries while waiting for responses to emails that may never come. I am ready for this ship to sail, but it is anchored here for at least another two weeks or so. Wanderlust! again! Will it cease? It's wanderlust with a yearning for a home base, which really make little sense at all. It's the same story, on vicious repeat, isn't it? To be ignored is perhaps the worst feeling. Disdain at least requires energy. WHINE. I just want to be overwhelmed with boundless love from all directions. Is that so much to ask? Probably. To gain, you must give! energy! energy! honesty! honesty! progress! progress!
http://www.3quarksdaily.com/
alright, over and out.
let the storms bring productivity.