this will all sound weird
i wish i were LESS sober, so I could be more coherent.
I stopped Jaeger on the walk home and told him I loved him. I wish there wore more people in my life I could say that to as honestly and heartfelt as a I meant it then.
When I was about 12. I don't know why I say about, I KNOW i was 12 at the time. When I was 12, I passed by a park and there was a girl about my age now (thinner, probably nicer than I am) who was on a swing. Some other kids, about my age at the time, joked about how she must have been a bit "slow" or retarded to be swinging in the middle of the day and taking such pleasure from it. But I love swinging. I know I've mentioned this before (in college). There is just such a sense of indescribable freedom and solidness and escape in being propelled and the movement...
It was a really good night for being on a playground. the moon is almost full and there where clouds. The light puffy cumulus kind. The sky didn't look black, just such an unbelievable depth of blue.
I know i didn't join in heckling the girl who was swinging, but i didn't defend her either. I consider myself intelligent (or at least not retarded) and I took that same enjoyment from being unbound to the earth and my normal catastrophic gravity. I pumped my legs hard and leaned back and watched the sky move around my feet.
who invented playground equipment? who realized that there was enjoyment in primal things like swinging? If there were ever an argument for evolution, it is Tarzan, mimicking apes on their travels through the trees, sliding down slopes and letting themselves go.
Jess said something about the bogeyman being the unknown, what we fear. What about the times we feel free and adrenaline rushes because we purposefully give ourselves a quantified lack of control?
I've got to remember this equation for Ireland, it will hep financially. Eat breakfast, then nothing else but finish a drink before the entree at dinner. Lets me get drunk on only 3 "tall" whiskey and cokes.
In the seventh grade, I had a real problem with typing class. They called it something else, but it was typing class. I type a lot faster when I close my eyes and let words emerge from me like an exhalation then when I have to copy text. I am willing to go back and correct mistakes later instead of cursing my hand-eye coordination for lack of accuracy. Of course, In timed typing tests (Mavis beacon eat your heart out) both count simultaneously. Let's face it, I was born in a world pre-equipped with spell check. I am shackled by technology and cannot rely on intellect or formal training alone.
*another deep breath*
Jaeger is so good, so willing and confident. He's happy just to survive one incident to the next. I took him down curvy slides and he leapt (apparently leapt is antiquated and I should be using leaped, but oh well...) off before the end because his brain doesn't work in spirals - and he still wagged his tail, just happy to be out walking around, trying something new.
Who bridged the chasm of logic that said we need physical equipment to enact what our bodies used to be able to do? Used to have to do before engineering and religion and fear of death took over innate ability to get up and move?
Sentience is hard to define. Morality only words within sentience... I think the thought that prompted this is that i am often sesquipedalian (funny my spell checker catches that but it's a real word) when slightly ossified. and I didn't want to say that humans FEAR death, because fear is trite. I don't fear death. I think that is reserved for people who believe strongly in afterlife and wrathful, vengeful, gods. Why is God (the christian/catholic/recognized-with-a-big-G-and-all one) supposed to be such a strict, overbearing... well, jerk? "His love is absolute, but if you don't follow his rules to the letter, no dessert." The truth seems to me that if you don't believe in eternal damnation of your soul, the "devil" has a lot more to offer.
We're gods creatures, right? Why, in heaven or earth, would god create such a wonderful bundle of nerves as the clitoris if it wasn't meant to be taken advantage of at every possible turn?
I avoid conflict, (believe it or not, that's your choice, but I think I do) and I cannot wrap my head around that one in the confines of any organized religion I've been exposed to in my last quarter century.
"it's [Tuesday] night and the moon is out
Wanna head on over to the twist 'n shout.
Gonna find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
when he lifts me up i'm gonna find my feet."
-Mary Chapin Carpenter
I stopped Jaeger on the walk home and told him I loved him. I wish there wore more people in my life I could say that to as honestly and heartfelt as a I meant it then.
When I was about 12. I don't know why I say about, I KNOW i was 12 at the time. When I was 12, I passed by a park and there was a girl about my age now (thinner, probably nicer than I am) who was on a swing. Some other kids, about my age at the time, joked about how she must have been a bit "slow" or retarded to be swinging in the middle of the day and taking such pleasure from it. But I love swinging. I know I've mentioned this before (in college). There is just such a sense of indescribable freedom and solidness and escape in being propelled and the movement...
It was a really good night for being on a playground. the moon is almost full and there where clouds. The light puffy cumulus kind. The sky didn't look black, just such an unbelievable depth of blue.
I know i didn't join in heckling the girl who was swinging, but i didn't defend her either. I consider myself intelligent (or at least not retarded) and I took that same enjoyment from being unbound to the earth and my normal catastrophic gravity. I pumped my legs hard and leaned back and watched the sky move around my feet.
who invented playground equipment? who realized that there was enjoyment in primal things like swinging? If there were ever an argument for evolution, it is Tarzan, mimicking apes on their travels through the trees, sliding down slopes and letting themselves go.
Jess said something about the bogeyman being the unknown, what we fear. What about the times we feel free and adrenaline rushes because we purposefully give ourselves a quantified lack of control?
I've got to remember this equation for Ireland, it will hep financially. Eat breakfast, then nothing else but finish a drink before the entree at dinner. Lets me get drunk on only 3 "tall" whiskey and cokes.
In the seventh grade, I had a real problem with typing class. They called it something else, but it was typing class. I type a lot faster when I close my eyes and let words emerge from me like an exhalation then when I have to copy text. I am willing to go back and correct mistakes later instead of cursing my hand-eye coordination for lack of accuracy. Of course, In timed typing tests (Mavis beacon eat your heart out) both count simultaneously. Let's face it, I was born in a world pre-equipped with spell check. I am shackled by technology and cannot rely on intellect or formal training alone.
*another deep breath*
Jaeger is so good, so willing and confident. He's happy just to survive one incident to the next. I took him down curvy slides and he leapt (apparently leapt is antiquated and I should be using leaped, but oh well...) off before the end because his brain doesn't work in spirals - and he still wagged his tail, just happy to be out walking around, trying something new.
Who bridged the chasm of logic that said we need physical equipment to enact what our bodies used to be able to do? Used to have to do before engineering and religion and fear of death took over innate ability to get up and move?
Sentience is hard to define. Morality only words within sentience... I think the thought that prompted this is that i am often sesquipedalian (funny my spell checker catches that but it's a real word) when slightly ossified. and I didn't want to say that humans FEAR death, because fear is trite. I don't fear death. I think that is reserved for people who believe strongly in afterlife and wrathful, vengeful, gods. Why is God (the christian/catholic/recognized-with-a-big-G-and-all one) supposed to be such a strict, overbearing... well, jerk? "His love is absolute, but if you don't follow his rules to the letter, no dessert." The truth seems to me that if you don't believe in eternal damnation of your soul, the "devil" has a lot more to offer.
We're gods creatures, right? Why, in heaven or earth, would god create such a wonderful bundle of nerves as the clitoris if it wasn't meant to be taken advantage of at every possible turn?
I avoid conflict, (believe it or not, that's your choice, but I think I do) and I cannot wrap my head around that one in the confines of any organized religion I've been exposed to in my last quarter century.
"it's [Tuesday] night and the moon is out
Wanna head on over to the twist 'n shout.
Gonna find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
when he lifts me up i'm gonna find my feet."
-Mary Chapin Carpenter