Sunday, January 09, 2005

I love Blogs suck.

it's just an alternation between romantic and classic,
between heart and head, an alternation between purity and complexity.
that's the pattern of the world.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Television is highly educational.

But don't take my word for it. here is what has to say:

Television sucks you in, evaporating your energy and diminishing your will to think. We sit limp and stare thoughtless in front of a box that never lets us disagree, interact, or talk back. We absorb the artificial, the fake -- corporate-sponsored News disguised as truth, the plastic sitcom disguised as vibrant life.

It is not a babysitter; it is not your best friend; it is not art; it is not exercise. Moderate your use. Turn it off to make time for loving, playing, painting, and reading. Trash your TV.

you know this already. it just makes sense. I know, I'm preaching to the crowd, but what gets me is that without fail I will be talking to you at a party and you will tell me that your life was just like Seinfeld.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

animersary annival

In theory a new year upon us should mean little--after all it is an arbitrary milestone. But I can't help feeling that I've left something behind. Given something away that had become unnecessary. I am contented to be moving on.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

Il etait une fois un arbre

Je ricorde 'L'arbre au grand coeur' par Shel Silverstein:

Il etait une fois un arbre
Et cet arbre aimait un petit garcon.

Chico es Grande?

Although I've lived in Chico for nearly six years I still feel like I am getting a handle on her. I think one of the things I want to explore with this site is my interpretation of location and its affect on the individual. I know that if we have a conversation using the same words and intentions in Lima, Peru or Chico, California or the library or a back alley house of massage that location will have a sizable affect on the conversation. What other implications does/can location have?

I assume you and I are friends

I have nothing really to say, but still wanting to share, I write to you and daydream of hanging out on a sofa in a well-lit room with magazines on the coffee table. Casual. Caring. Tea? Split the last beer into glasses maybe.

testing audio

isn't this romantic--all this sweet comforting technology.
this is an audio post - click to play
I will never feel alone again. God is watching. I can feel it.