rapid fire updates, so shoot me
by the way, be thankful for every moment that makes you think. every second that those wires tap and that familiar whir of imagination makes you think for yourself, clicks and cranks and lights on something that you have never thought before, or never seen in such a light...it's some kind of miracle.
people have such a tendency to settle. as we grow, or perhaps simply as we live, we start to become comfortable. I, for one, sincerely hope that I never become so comfortable as to be faced with the choice to think, and to choose not to.
as for the comparitively light...
I have to get my wisdom teeth out =( there is some force out there in the universe that is attacking my mouth with a great big can of spray-on evil. it's probably teaming up with my ax-murdering superego.
I watched the movie six degrees of separation today. I believe this was made to be a play. it needs to be a play.
Paul: I believe the imagination is the passport that we create to help take us into the real world. I believe the imagination is merely another phrase for what is most uniquely us. Jung says, 'The greatest sin is to be unconscious.' ...It is the worst kind of yellowness to be so scared of yourself that you put blindfolds on rather than deal with yourself. To face ourselves--that's the hard thing. The imagination--that's God's gift, to make the act of self-examination bearable. ...The imagination. It's there to sort out your nightmare, to show you the exit from the maze of your nightmare, to transform the nightmare into dreams, that become your bedrock. If we do not listen to that voice, it dies, it shrivels, it vanishes. The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to get to.
Ouisa Kittredge: Chaos, control. Chaos, control. You like, you like?
Paul: Did you see Donald Barthelme's obituary? He said that collage was the art form of the 20th century.
Ouisa Kittredge: Everything is somebody else's.
Ouisa Kittredge: And we turn him into an anecdote, to dine out on, like we're doing right now. But it was an experience. I will not turn him into an anecdote. How do we keep what happens to us? How do we fit it into life without turning it into an anecdote, with no teeth, and a punch line you'll mouth over and over, years to come: "Oh, that reminds me of the time that impostor came into our lives. Oh, tell the one about that boy." And we become these human jukeboxes, spilling out these anecdotes. But it was an experience. How do we keep the experience?"
Ouisa Kittredge: I am a collage of unaccounted-for brushstrokes. I am all random. Excuse me.
I think that'll be all for now.
oh, except for this:
COMMENT ANONYMOUSLY WITH
1. one secret.
2. one compliment.
3. one non-compliment.
4. lyrics to a song.
5. how old you are.
6. how long we've been friends.
7. a hint to who you are.
8. after you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you.
people have such a tendency to settle. as we grow, or perhaps simply as we live, we start to become comfortable. I, for one, sincerely hope that I never become so comfortable as to be faced with the choice to think, and to choose not to.
as for the comparitively light...
I have to get my wisdom teeth out =( there is some force out there in the universe that is attacking my mouth with a great big can of spray-on evil. it's probably teaming up with my ax-murdering superego.
I watched the movie six degrees of separation today. I believe this was made to be a play. it needs to be a play.
Paul: I believe the imagination is the passport that we create to help take us into the real world. I believe the imagination is merely another phrase for what is most uniquely us. Jung says, 'The greatest sin is to be unconscious.' ...It is the worst kind of yellowness to be so scared of yourself that you put blindfolds on rather than deal with yourself. To face ourselves--that's the hard thing. The imagination--that's God's gift, to make the act of self-examination bearable. ...The imagination. It's there to sort out your nightmare, to show you the exit from the maze of your nightmare, to transform the nightmare into dreams, that become your bedrock. If we do not listen to that voice, it dies, it shrivels, it vanishes. The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to get to.
Ouisa Kittredge: Chaos, control. Chaos, control. You like, you like?
Paul: Did you see Donald Barthelme's obituary? He said that collage was the art form of the 20th century.
Ouisa Kittredge: Everything is somebody else's.
Ouisa Kittredge: And we turn him into an anecdote, to dine out on, like we're doing right now. But it was an experience. I will not turn him into an anecdote. How do we keep what happens to us? How do we fit it into life without turning it into an anecdote, with no teeth, and a punch line you'll mouth over and over, years to come: "Oh, that reminds me of the time that impostor came into our lives. Oh, tell the one about that boy." And we become these human jukeboxes, spilling out these anecdotes. But it was an experience. How do we keep the experience?"
Ouisa Kittredge: I am a collage of unaccounted-for brushstrokes. I am all random. Excuse me.
I think that'll be all for now.
oh, except for this:
COMMENT ANONYMOUSLY WITH
1. one secret.
2. one compliment.
3. one non-compliment.
4. lyrics to a song.
5. how old you are.
6. how long we've been friends.
7. a hint to who you are.
8. after you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you.