(no subject)
the dog-inflicted injuries continue. last night, arrow jumped up, hitting me in the nose with his head. there was a very audible cracking sound when it happened. my nose is possibly not straight anymore. i can hardly tell in this light with it sore and bruised like this.
today is gandhi's birthday, a fellow infj. i spent 11 minutes in bed after the alarm went off in quiet meditation of love. then i made a buddhist a smoothie, scanned my fingerprints into the laptop, and downloaded music that i haven't heard in two years' time. i rode my bike up and down 4th avenue with arrow and with an increasingly heavy broken heart. i saw a friend's bike parked on 4th, which made me feel lonely. the lemon-yellow police gave me a talking to. i sat on the sidewalk with striped socks extended out in front of me, leaving three or four answering machine messages--all with the same basic gist: i am trying to be strong here. arrow has diarrhea, and i am worried. i broke down several times crying since fate would have it that i had to follow two couples holding hands. i am so sad over how bad everything ended up.
Gandhi learned nonviolence, he confessed, from his wife, Kasturbai. "I learnt the lesson of nonviolence from my wife, when I tried to bend her to my will." Gandhi wrote. "Her determined resistance to my will, on the one hand, and her quiet submission to the suffering my stupidity involved, on the other, ultimately made me ashamed of myself and cured me of my stupidity." Kasturbai taught Mohandas that nonviolence includes feminism, the practice of the equality of the sexes. Gandhi became an advocate of women's rights and maintained that if the world was to make any progress, sexism must be banned and forgotten. (http://www.forusa.org/nonviolence/62dear.html)
today is gandhi's birthday, a fellow infj. i spent 11 minutes in bed after the alarm went off in quiet meditation of love. then i made a buddhist a smoothie, scanned my fingerprints into the laptop, and downloaded music that i haven't heard in two years' time. i rode my bike up and down 4th avenue with arrow and with an increasingly heavy broken heart. i saw a friend's bike parked on 4th, which made me feel lonely. the lemon-yellow police gave me a talking to. i sat on the sidewalk with striped socks extended out in front of me, leaving three or four answering machine messages--all with the same basic gist: i am trying to be strong here. arrow has diarrhea, and i am worried. i broke down several times crying since fate would have it that i had to follow two couples holding hands. i am so sad over how bad everything ended up.
Gandhi learned nonviolence, he confessed, from his wife, Kasturbai. "I learnt the lesson of nonviolence from my wife, when I tried to bend her to my will." Gandhi wrote. "Her determined resistance to my will, on the one hand, and her quiet submission to the suffering my stupidity involved, on the other, ultimately made me ashamed of myself and cured me of my stupidity." Kasturbai taught Mohandas that nonviolence includes feminism, the practice of the equality of the sexes. Gandhi became an advocate of women's rights and maintained that if the world was to make any progress, sexism must be banned and forgotten. (http://www.forusa.org/nonviolence/62dear.html)