Michigan
I just got back from Michigan a few hours ago. I went skiing a few times, which was quite a lot of fun. I’ve never really found sports to be that fun, but there’s something strangely exhilarating about skiing. I suppose it could be my sport. It provides exercise and much needed snow intake, so that’s quite cool. It’s cheaper than golfing too. But, at the moment I'm quite sore.
Anyway, I suppose nothing too important happened on the trip. Alex and Chris both tried eating a 3-pound hamburger, that didn’t go well. Will, after I suggested it, thought it would be a good idea to leave a huge spooge stain in the sheets. He did this with remarkable effectiveness.
I don’t think I’ve ever been around Will for such an extended period of time, but he didn’t wear on me like most people do. Chris and Alex did, and I’m glad that I’m home by myself. I guess you know your soul mate when you can go on a trip with them with out getting irritated by them. So, I guess I won’t be marring Alex or Chris. Will is still in the running though.
I really wanted to come home and see Ashley. I guess I realized that I wouldn’t see her today, but the fact that she’s still in the mountains with Karís, with out cell reception, with out me knowing when she’s coming back, leaves me feeling stranded. It doesn’t feel like I’m home yet.
Apparently Ashley has never been skiing, so I spent quiet moments on the chair lift thinking about how cool it would be to take her one year. I don’t think it’s something she’d like, but she should at least try it out. Hey, I could give her lessons. Pizza. French fry. Pizza. French fry. *Ashley goes screaming down the mountain, Jason chases after her screaming “PIZZA!”*
On the plane I read the Thoreau essay on civil disobedience (along with starting Walden). It wasn’t what I thought it would be, but it left me wondering how someone would go about disowning themselves from the government. I didn’t choose to be American. It just happened. Yet I’m still required to pay taxes and pledge allegiance to this country I inhabit by chance. I want to know how I would go about becoming a sovereign entity. There would be this remarkable simplicity in not belonging to America, or any country, or even North America. I want to become my own governing body. A United State of Jason.
I would suggest Civil Disobedience to anyone. It’s a great feeling reading the same work of literature that great social reformists like Gandhi and Martin Luther King based their great labors on. While thinking about how we idolize MLK, Gandhi, Suzan B. Anthony and the like, I realized that they all fought against what Thoreau calls “Unjust laws.” They were the minority that refused to give into the flawed conscience of the majority. At the time they were scorned for their actions, yet now they’re idolized. Karl Marx and Lennon were social reformists too, yet, for the most part, they’re despised. I realized that for someone to be remembered positively, they need to push an idea that becomes the new social conscience. I’m sure if segregation had failed, MLK would have been hated, or at best forgotten, by white America.
I haven’t had time to digest what I just read, and I certainly didn’t understand all of it, so maybe I’ll continue this later.
Good night.
Anyway, I suppose nothing too important happened on the trip. Alex and Chris both tried eating a 3-pound hamburger, that didn’t go well. Will, after I suggested it, thought it would be a good idea to leave a huge spooge stain in the sheets. He did this with remarkable effectiveness.
I don’t think I’ve ever been around Will for such an extended period of time, but he didn’t wear on me like most people do. Chris and Alex did, and I’m glad that I’m home by myself. I guess you know your soul mate when you can go on a trip with them with out getting irritated by them. So, I guess I won’t be marring Alex or Chris. Will is still in the running though.
I really wanted to come home and see Ashley. I guess I realized that I wouldn’t see her today, but the fact that she’s still in the mountains with Karís, with out cell reception, with out me knowing when she’s coming back, leaves me feeling stranded. It doesn’t feel like I’m home yet.
Apparently Ashley has never been skiing, so I spent quiet moments on the chair lift thinking about how cool it would be to take her one year. I don’t think it’s something she’d like, but she should at least try it out. Hey, I could give her lessons. Pizza. French fry. Pizza. French fry. *Ashley goes screaming down the mountain, Jason chases after her screaming “PIZZA!”*
On the plane I read the Thoreau essay on civil disobedience (along with starting Walden). It wasn’t what I thought it would be, but it left me wondering how someone would go about disowning themselves from the government. I didn’t choose to be American. It just happened. Yet I’m still required to pay taxes and pledge allegiance to this country I inhabit by chance. I want to know how I would go about becoming a sovereign entity. There would be this remarkable simplicity in not belonging to America, or any country, or even North America. I want to become my own governing body. A United State of Jason.
I would suggest Civil Disobedience to anyone. It’s a great feeling reading the same work of literature that great social reformists like Gandhi and Martin Luther King based their great labors on. While thinking about how we idolize MLK, Gandhi, Suzan B. Anthony and the like, I realized that they all fought against what Thoreau calls “Unjust laws.” They were the minority that refused to give into the flawed conscience of the majority. At the time they were scorned for their actions, yet now they’re idolized. Karl Marx and Lennon were social reformists too, yet, for the most part, they’re despised. I realized that for someone to be remembered positively, they need to push an idea that becomes the new social conscience. I’m sure if segregation had failed, MLK would have been hated, or at best forgotten, by white America.
I haven’t had time to digest what I just read, and I certainly didn’t understand all of it, so maybe I’ll continue this later.
Good night.