I have a mental tic that makes me unable to resist responding in kind to any wild animal who sings or roars or whistles or meows around me. If there is a bird singing beautifully up in a tree branch, instead of listening and appreciating, I will listen and appreciate only long enough to get a sense of it so that I can imitate it really loudly and ( Read more... )

Lately I am finding more power in silence. I know I have written this before. But more even than then, and hopefully more even to come than now ( Read more... )

I had a beautiful night last night, and it was entirely by accident, though at one point in my drifting from wonderful dream to wonderful dream, I slowly became aware that my body also could drift, physically, that it could lift off the ground. That one point was also the point at which I was kissing someone, and my feet flowed out behind me, then ( Read more... )

I was in my room and I heard ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was walking to Wild Oats in the swirling snow and there was a group of kids having a snowball fight across both sides of the road. The mailman was pulling up in his truck with his door ajar and his legs hanging out, ready to jump out with his bag, and when he did, all of the kids started throwing snowballs at him! Most of them missed ( Read more... )

Nick's theory of ennui (existential depression, etc): 'The problem isn't that people think too much... the problem is when they think about thinking, and then they think about thinking about thinking, and eventually they become just a feedback machine stuck in a loop ( Read more... )

I am slowly (and deliberately) becoming someone who relishes silence in conversation. There are very few people like this anywhere, it seems. At big parties, the music is turned up loud enough to mask any silences that may happen. Often, it ends up masking one long silence that lasts until everyone is sufficiently wasted to lose all their ( Read more... )

This one will just be observation. And it is Boulder, so one might assume that my observations would only consist of hippies (describing hippies, that is), but one would be wrong. I have never really spent much time hanging out in coffee shops, and lately I have started thinking that I have been silly not to do so. Here there are entire worlds ( Read more... )

Did we used to be able to bring computers everywhere? Was I capable of having a reasoned-out thought without having to apple-U to undo the underline and to un-hit the caps lock key from when I bumped it on the way to the D? It seems like a specifically invented kind of nausea that comes only with screens. Television and computer screens. I want ( Read more... )

On the bus on the way back from the tea factory tour there was a man in the front seat who kept raising his eyebrows as high as they would go, and then lowering them as low as they would go. He would oscillate about every 1-2 seconds, and while he did this, he would wheel in his chair and stare at every single person on the bus in turn. Depending ( Read more... )