uncomfortably sincere
From my paper journal:
23:37 May 10th, 2007 Thursday
So what good is all of this if we don’t engage one another - on a very real level? “Only a Sith Lord deals in absolutes,” man - so let’s get off the condescending trips and the polarizing anti-discourse. Let’s use our full range - zero, one, two, five, seven, eight, ten, etc and not just on or off - there’s an infinitude of wonder in between and out in every dimension.
I resolve to hesitantly dip my toes in, from time to time, instead of being all in or all out. Talk to a beat stranger - but not every beat stranger. Give up some left over food to the guys on Bancroft and Telegraph (the Shattuck hobos are too hip for me - but I hope they aren’t for someone else - I know they aren’t). I can just eavesdrop on the world from time to time - I can’t always be wide-eyed gulping from the fire hydrant of information flowing at 100 terabits per second eyes glazed over passed out exhausted gasping for a sense of self disoriented head-spun hours or days later. Just a drinking fountain or a tap and a few cups or liters a day would be fine. No need to parch yourself and dry up like a raisin all the time. It’s ok to wrinkle and shrivel - and you don’t need to burst, either - just be uncomfortably sincere.
I think I’m going to try that.
Related brief thought:
17:36 June 22nd, 2007 Friday
Bumper Sticker Activists (Telegraph in Berkeley)
The last thing we need is more Bumper Sticker Activism. Wearing a clever T-shirt does not constitute civic participation.
Originally published at Paul Ivanov's Journal. You can comment here or there.