my new typewriter
So I am going to write something I have decided, not because I want people to read this, but rather for myself. So none of this should make sense to you, but…feel free to ask questions.
As I ponder the great strange existence of self I realize that I seem to exist more concretely in virtual cyber space than in the “present here and now” (coined by my yoga teacher). I am on three websites via Google, which I find comforting in a silly sort of way. Speaking of silly.
A list of ideas:
a) make a movie about people that have been hit by lightening
b) go to the Pitcairn Islands
c) learn to play the accordion
d) coffee (I will explain later)
What I don’t find comforting.
The fact that everyone I care about is miles away, and I am stuck in a huge house with hundreds of people, that don’t even know that I am here, and could careless about any of the silly things that are on my above list of ideas. Not that anyone else really cares either, but existentialism is finally making its way to me and I am a cynical skeptic about everything…except things like dogs getting barked at by squirrels and gangs of movie nerds throwing popcorn all over each other. And I will never get tired of Euclid avenue on a Saturday morning. And coffee. Dear Dear coffee. I love you and I move you to my list of ideas, though you aren’t really an idea but hey, “here’s looking at you kid”
That is all for now. I have a shower waiting and a paper that needs outlining, and f^$k you f&^king @!*hole GSI that made me cry. This too shall pass, and next time I promise to be nice.
As I ponder the great strange existence of self I realize that I seem to exist more concretely in virtual cyber space than in the “present here and now” (coined by my yoga teacher). I am on three websites via Google, which I find comforting in a silly sort of way. Speaking of silly.
A list of ideas:
a) make a movie about people that have been hit by lightening
b) go to the Pitcairn Islands
c) learn to play the accordion
d) coffee (I will explain later)
What I don’t find comforting.
The fact that everyone I care about is miles away, and I am stuck in a huge house with hundreds of people, that don’t even know that I am here, and could careless about any of the silly things that are on my above list of ideas. Not that anyone else really cares either, but existentialism is finally making its way to me and I am a cynical skeptic about everything…except things like dogs getting barked at by squirrels and gangs of movie nerds throwing popcorn all over each other. And I will never get tired of Euclid avenue on a Saturday morning. And coffee. Dear Dear coffee. I love you and I move you to my list of ideas, though you aren’t really an idea but hey, “here’s looking at you kid”
That is all for now. I have a shower waiting and a paper that needs outlining, and f^$k you f&^king @!*hole GSI that made me cry. This too shall pass, and next time I promise to be nice.