Wenceslas
So, here we are. It's that time of year again, and I find myself so much more spirited about the holidays than I used to be. I have a few theories on that, but they aren't important at the moment. The important thing is that I am awake. Here are some of the things that are flitting carelessly thru my mind. The past. Family. Death. Nightmares. Dreams. Marijuana. Surrealism. That's a pretty good list for the moment. Allow me to expound. I warn you, the following post will be personal, and probably boring. It will be a rambling I-should-be-sleeping-peacefully kinda post. With dancing sugarplums in the brain, and whatnots.
The past. I am thinking about growing up. Again, nostalgia. Since I don't have a whole lotta friends here in big bad bakeassfield... I tend to spend a lot of my alone time yearning for my old friends. Jessica, Bill, Matt, Joe, that beautiful posse of flourishing minds, opening like so many early morning daisies. Stupid human brain, making things of the past always look so very pristine and desirable. Indeed. Family. For the past few nights I have spent hour(s) thinking intently about Savhanna and Eli. They are my two youngest biological half-siblings. They have been kept away from myself and anyone on this side of the family for many years. The time is coming... soon... to say hello to them. If my loved ones dying has brought any realization, it is that family is a true (possibly the truest) treasure one can have outside of oneself. They should be loved and accepted unconditionally. I miss those kids, and I haven't met them yet. Death. Death is a heavy sigh in an empty house. It keeps me awake. Not much more to say at the moment, about that. Nightmares. Because of death, I think that most of my dreams have been nightmares lately. Not super scary, just not nice. Horrible, in a jaded sort of way. It makes me wonder what I've gotten myself into... with this life. Dreams. I had an idea today, for a movie. The general premise is that society changes as our collective perception of reality changes into a more dreamlike perception. If I say any more, you might STEAL MY IDEA!!! No, I really want to write a short story first... but I am very happy about the idea. Marijuana. I just don't get it. It's not doing much to help me... and for that I am inclined to disbelieve the claim that it is medicinal. Surrealism. I feel that I am getting closer to surrealism these days. I am gaining a more profound connection with it. It helps me break out of my usual perceptions and that's something I can live with. In fact, it can prove to be quite inspiring at times.
And with all of these things, I am awake. Slightly shiver-y. I guess I could keep writing. It couldn't hurt... I saw Joanna Newsom live. I can post some pictures for viewing pleasure.
Here she is - Shining
...and you have us, enjoying.
Sweet Billy Callahan Oh Oh Ohing.
A very neat one of my sweetest.
There you have that then...now that it's almost four am I think I can try to sleep again. It was nice writing. I sure hope I do it more.
The past. I am thinking about growing up. Again, nostalgia. Since I don't have a whole lotta friends here in big bad bakeassfield... I tend to spend a lot of my alone time yearning for my old friends. Jessica, Bill, Matt, Joe, that beautiful posse of flourishing minds, opening like so many early morning daisies. Stupid human brain, making things of the past always look so very pristine and desirable. Indeed. Family. For the past few nights I have spent hour(s) thinking intently about Savhanna and Eli. They are my two youngest biological half-siblings. They have been kept away from myself and anyone on this side of the family for many years. The time is coming... soon... to say hello to them. If my loved ones dying has brought any realization, it is that family is a true (possibly the truest) treasure one can have outside of oneself. They should be loved and accepted unconditionally. I miss those kids, and I haven't met them yet. Death. Death is a heavy sigh in an empty house. It keeps me awake. Not much more to say at the moment, about that. Nightmares. Because of death, I think that most of my dreams have been nightmares lately. Not super scary, just not nice. Horrible, in a jaded sort of way. It makes me wonder what I've gotten myself into... with this life. Dreams. I had an idea today, for a movie. The general premise is that society changes as our collective perception of reality changes into a more dreamlike perception. If I say any more, you might STEAL MY IDEA!!! No, I really want to write a short story first... but I am very happy about the idea. Marijuana. I just don't get it. It's not doing much to help me... and for that I am inclined to disbelieve the claim that it is medicinal. Surrealism. I feel that I am getting closer to surrealism these days. I am gaining a more profound connection with it. It helps me break out of my usual perceptions and that's something I can live with. In fact, it can prove to be quite inspiring at times.
And with all of these things, I am awake. Slightly shiver-y. I guess I could keep writing. It couldn't hurt... I saw Joanna Newsom live. I can post some pictures for viewing pleasure.
Here she is - Shining
...and you have us, enjoying.
Sweet Billy Callahan Oh Oh Ohing.
A very neat one of my sweetest.
There you have that then...now that it's almost four am I think I can try to sleep again. It was nice writing. I sure hope I do it more.