hair hubris, a time to collect my thoughts and the passing of time
right, so the subject is my thesis, and i hope this will be a short, but fairly well worked out, well thought out, completely comma spliced, entry. a "look into the way my 'mind' 'works,'" if you will...
first, i am sure that one day i will go bald.
my reasons are as follows: one. my dad is bald.
two. i learned some good lessons in my greek art and archeology class. specifically that hubris leads to destruction. for those of you that are painfully unaware, hubris is the greek term for excessive pride.... odyssieus had it, achillies had it and now i have it... i love my hair... that is, i love to play with it. it's kinda long and curly and thick and i like it when it's wet and i can make it do crazy things... i like cutting it into strange patterns and generally making it do fun things... as my future cut will attest to... oh, just you wait... dang... also, i like fun with facial hair too... oh man. i like it way too much... so, i'm basically screwed.
secondly.
i barely have time to think any more. that is, the only time i have to myself is when i'm in the shower... i also used to think before bed.. but now i read. so that's out... so now i don't really have any time to reflect on my life... i feel like i should meditate or something... maybe less tv... i don't know, but it would be nice to feel like i knew exactly what was going on and had a concrete plan for life.
finally.
i have decided to abandon the tradtional way of marking my days. to me a day begins with a shower... where i collect my thoughts and think about what i want to do for the day... i happen to sleep for about eight hours during the middle of it but hey... it works.
another thing:
summer is going well... it's getting weirdish but i really fun... i'm sorry it's ending.
time to continue to ice the legs...
exercise is hard.
cheers,
david.
first, i am sure that one day i will go bald.
my reasons are as follows: one. my dad is bald.
two. i learned some good lessons in my greek art and archeology class. specifically that hubris leads to destruction. for those of you that are painfully unaware, hubris is the greek term for excessive pride.... odyssieus had it, achillies had it and now i have it... i love my hair... that is, i love to play with it. it's kinda long and curly and thick and i like it when it's wet and i can make it do crazy things... i like cutting it into strange patterns and generally making it do fun things... as my future cut will attest to... oh, just you wait... dang... also, i like fun with facial hair too... oh man. i like it way too much... so, i'm basically screwed.
secondly.
i barely have time to think any more. that is, the only time i have to myself is when i'm in the shower... i also used to think before bed.. but now i read. so that's out... so now i don't really have any time to reflect on my life... i feel like i should meditate or something... maybe less tv... i don't know, but it would be nice to feel like i knew exactly what was going on and had a concrete plan for life.
finally.
i have decided to abandon the tradtional way of marking my days. to me a day begins with a shower... where i collect my thoughts and think about what i want to do for the day... i happen to sleep for about eight hours during the middle of it but hey... it works.
another thing:
summer is going well... it's getting weirdish but i really fun... i'm sorry it's ending.
time to continue to ice the legs...
exercise is hard.
cheers,
david.