the man comes around
hey kids. john shortino's 12:39 a.m. update time.
i'm sitting here letting conversation wash over me, not realizing i'm absorbing it as much as i am. it's a wonder sometimes that darwin doesn't triumph earlier in life. i am just amazed at how far people can go in life without becoming real functioning human beings. they're either vapid, or too cold to even register anything resembling emotion. i'd rather have a broken heart than no heart at all. not that i have a broken heart right now.
i do have a broken arm, i believe. no. just bruised. karate is amazing, it's exhilaratingly exhaustingly the most intense two hours of my life.
"life is about self-denial." -dave krancer, just now.
i've been reading blake. for class, but it's working itself into my writing. in "we will become stars," a short story, the main character wants to become a star (literally, and blake says, "he who gives off no light will never be a star.") it's amazing how something that's been "in progress" for months suddenly presents itself as being ready to complete. i have the crucial piece.
i don't really agree with dave's philosophy on life, the one i just quoted. that's what reminded me of Blake, because he believes the complete opposite. Desire is what drives us to be, to create. Buddha even accepted desire as a necessary, but the trick is not to desire too much. this is rambling, by the way, me imparting a small amount of philosophy i have learned and has affected how i live my life.
"soma is what they would take when, hard times opened their eyes, saw things in a new way.." i talked about "brave new world" tonight, and i really need to read it again. it just seems too close to the real world lately. doesn't everyone have their soma? eh, i don't. i am the savage, it would appear..
i'm sorry for the random jumping around of this entry. it's just an update for the sake of getting some thoughts out of my brain.
so the quick version: life is good, writing is going well, blake is pretty brilliant and a closet buddhist, dave krancer says stupid things, we're living in the brave new world and i'm a savage.
the weakerthans and the decemberists are both this weekend, and i am psyched.
when the stars threw down their spears,
and watered heaven with their tears,
did he smile his work to see?
did he who made the lamb make thee?
i'm sitting here letting conversation wash over me, not realizing i'm absorbing it as much as i am. it's a wonder sometimes that darwin doesn't triumph earlier in life. i am just amazed at how far people can go in life without becoming real functioning human beings. they're either vapid, or too cold to even register anything resembling emotion. i'd rather have a broken heart than no heart at all. not that i have a broken heart right now.
i do have a broken arm, i believe. no. just bruised. karate is amazing, it's exhilaratingly exhaustingly the most intense two hours of my life.
"life is about self-denial." -dave krancer, just now.
i've been reading blake. for class, but it's working itself into my writing. in "we will become stars," a short story, the main character wants to become a star (literally, and blake says, "he who gives off no light will never be a star.") it's amazing how something that's been "in progress" for months suddenly presents itself as being ready to complete. i have the crucial piece.
i don't really agree with dave's philosophy on life, the one i just quoted. that's what reminded me of Blake, because he believes the complete opposite. Desire is what drives us to be, to create. Buddha even accepted desire as a necessary, but the trick is not to desire too much. this is rambling, by the way, me imparting a small amount of philosophy i have learned and has affected how i live my life.
"soma is what they would take when, hard times opened their eyes, saw things in a new way.." i talked about "brave new world" tonight, and i really need to read it again. it just seems too close to the real world lately. doesn't everyone have their soma? eh, i don't. i am the savage, it would appear..
i'm sorry for the random jumping around of this entry. it's just an update for the sake of getting some thoughts out of my brain.
so the quick version: life is good, writing is going well, blake is pretty brilliant and a closet buddhist, dave krancer says stupid things, we're living in the brave new world and i'm a savage.
the weakerthans and the decemberists are both this weekend, and i am psyched.
when the stars threw down their spears,
and watered heaven with their tears,
did he smile his work to see?
did he who made the lamb make thee?