Things that Fly!
Friday, March 18, 2005
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Wash, Rinse, Repeat.
I've been in this position before and I've pulled through. The scenario is this; my desk is cluttered with symbols all begging for more time of my life. I'll start with this books. Currently there is a travel book on my desk with the title "Europe on a shoestring". Yes, I'm going to Europe this summer. This week has been a bit confusing thinking about all the different options, luckily so far it has mainly been my girlfriend briefing me about her rigorous investigation regarding time tables, and maps, and countries and trains and planes. I haven't opened up the lonely planet enough but need to make more time. Other books include an introductory Psych text (I'm trying to brush up before I go back to school) and a book on exercise (which has been seriously lacking lately and I can't wait till the summer when I can get out for some runs-- it's hard to fit the gym into my schedule. Right now I also have a number of CD's of new music Katy gave me. I'm slowly trying to digest it and develop a familiarity with the different artists. A lot of them will be playing at Bonnaroo (a concert in the states headlining Dave Matthews and Jack) which takes place this summer. Other symbols include a notebook half filled with wild scrawls. I don't feel like I've been expressing myself very creatively lately. My soul feels the weight of time due to the next symbol; my apron. Right now it's filled with the spoils of another days battle. I hate selling off my life the way I do. I swore to myself before that I wouldn't live in the future. I wouldn't put my better days ahead of myself. This obviously isn't to state that I'm not enjoying myself right now, it's just a matter of fact that my soul will have more room to breath when I'm enjoying Dave sing this summer, when I'm writing poetry in Italy, and when I'm moved out on my own and getting back into school. It's been too long and my mind is becoming warped, I feel more like a robot each day. I wish the day was longer. I wish I slept less. I can't wait till summer.Friday, March 11, 2005
I had this dream...
I had this dream last night where I was in the middle of a food court of a mall and I made a sort of jerky movement with my elbow to reach for me back (I think I was itchy or something, don't picture me retarded). Anyways for the brief moment that I was making the movement it was like a music soundtrack started up and everyone turned to look at me. And so I made the movement to raise my hands palm up in the air as if I didn't know what was going on, and the soundtrack started up again. Everyone started clapping and so I made motion to to calm people down. Again, soundtrack. People were shouting keep going. The biggest problem with this was that I don't dance and the music consisted soley of hindi music. I busted out a poor robot and then tried doing the light bulb thing and everyone else started up. I felt like I was in the middle of a Captain Morgan's commericial. I'd like to say this dream ended with ninjas dancing to kung fu fighting but I can't remember. If the details present themselves I'll update.Saturday, March 05, 2005
Stir it up.
I think I've let my thoughts and ideas bottleneck over the last few months. I'm definitely feeling the pressure now as I try to arrange everything in an order not resembling chaos. When I last wrote I felt it would be alright to just soak everything in and enjoy the madness for awhile. I felt like it didn't matter whether or not I shared my experiences and stories with the world. I thought it would be best that I live my own story to the fullest extent that I could, but after some thought I realized that I have a huge desire to share all the wild and crazy thoughts I have with the world-- just as I have a huge desire for the world to reciprocate and show a wilder side of itself.This is the process of creativity; a free exchange of influence between people and their environments. Our culture obviously doesn't foster an economy designed for such exchanges. Where the currency of choice should be ideas we have the dollar. What could stifle creativity more than a capitalist society? And some will argue that capitalism fosters creativity in it's approach to find the bottom line. I would argue that capitalism simply encourages people to work as efficiently as possibly within a constrained system. Creativity isn't creativity at all when people only have one objective in mind-- one perspective to work with.
Life exists in so many more directions than just making a dollar. And while I have strong criticisms of the culture we live in, I'm beginning to see things a little differently. I'm listening to music now that takes over me and lets my mind wander. I'm reading books I would have thought crazy and finding them indispensable in gaining new perspective. I'm reading the news and watching TV and wondering how I ever spent so much time addicted to such mindless, lifeless drivel-- and wondering why our culture is so attached to such devices.
I feel like ever since I started University I have been in the process of breaking away from the conforming influences in our society. It's been a slow process-- two years of University, a year of traveling, a year of working-- but it feels like the most progress has been in the last few months. I met a girl who's intelligent, and beautiful and most importantly patient. My relationship with her has forced me to deeply scrutinize the culmination of personal growth over the last few years. As I become closer to her there there's a strong desire to share my perspectives and ideas on life, to share them creatively and to seek out new situations and creative influences for us to share. It's a lot to think about, but I definitely still feel like I'm in the middle of a great adventure.
It feels good to write some of these things out, even if they don't make sense entirely, or at all. I'll definitely be writing more. I need to share my thoughts, I need to know that they're out there and not just bouncing around my brain. Until next time, Cheers.
Stir it up.
I think I've let my thoughts and ideas bottleneck over the last few months. I'm definately feeling the pressure now as I try to arrange everything in an order not resembeling chaos. When I last wrote I felt it would be alright to just soak everything in and enjoy the madness for awhile. I felt like it didn't matter whether or not I shared my experiences and stories with the world. I thought it would be best that I live my own story to the fullest extent that I could, but after some thought I realized that I have a huge desire to share all the wild and crazy thoughts I have with the world-- just as I have a huge desire for the world to reciprocate and show a wilder side of itself.This is the process of creativity; a free exchange of influence between people and their environments. Our culture obviously doesn't foster an economy designed for such exchanges. Where the currency of choice should be ideas we have the dollar. What could stiffle creativity more than a captitalist society? And some will argue that capitalism fosters creativity in it's approach to find the bottom line. I would argue that capitalism simply encourages people to work as efficiently as possibly within a constrained system. Creativity isn't creativty at all when people only have one objective in mind-- one perspective to work with.
Life exists in so many more directions than just making a dollar. And while I have strong criticisms of the culture we live in, I'm beginning to see things a little differently. I'm listening to music now that takes over me and lets my mind wander. I'm reading books I would have thought crazy and finding them indispensible in gaining new perspective. I'm reading the news and watching TV and wondering how I ever spent so much time addicted to such mindless, lifeless drivel-- and wondering why our culture is so attached to such devices.
I feel like ever since I started University I have been in the process of breaking away from the conforming influences in our society. It's been a slow process-- two years of University, a year of traveling, a year of working-- but it feels like the most progress has been in the last few months. I met a girl who's intelligent, and beautiful and most importantly patient. My relationship with her has forced me to deeply scrutinize the culmination of personal growth over the last few years. As I become closer to her there there's a strong desire to share my perspectives and ideas on life, to share them creatively and to seek out new situations and creative influences for us to share. It's a lot to think about, but I definately still feel like I'm in the middle of a great adventure.
It feels good to write some of these things out, even if they don't make sense entirely, or at all. I'll definately be writing more. I need to share my thoughts, I need to know that they're out there and not just bouncing around my brain. Until next time, Cheers.
Stir it up.
I think I've let my thoughts and ideas bottleneck over the last few months. I'm definately feeling the pressure now as I try to arrange everything in an order not resembeling chaos. When I last wrote I felt it would be alright to just soak everything in and enjoy the madness for awhile. I felt like it didn't matter whether or not I shared my experiences and stories with the world. I thought it would be best that I live my own story to the fullest extent that I could, but after some thought I realized that I have a huge desire to share all the wild and crazy thoughts I have with the world-- just as I have a huge desire for the world to reciprocate and show a wilder side of itself.This is the process of creativity; a free exchange of influence between people and their environments. Our culture obviously doesn't foster an economy designed for such exchanges. Where the currency of choice should be ideas we have the dollar. What could stiffle creativity more than a captitalist society? And some will argue that capitalism fosters creativity in it's approach to find the bottom line. I would argue that capitalism simply encourages people to work as efficiently as possibly within a constrained system. Creativity isn't creativty at all when people only have one objective in mind-- one perspective to work with.
Life exists in so many more directions than just making a dollar. And while I have strong criticisms of the culture we live in, I'm beginning to see things a little differently. I'm listening to music now that takes over me and lets my mind wander. I'm reading books I would have thought crazy and finding them indispensible in gaining new perspective. I'm reading the news and watching TV and wondering how I ever spent so much time addicted to such mindless, lifeless drivel-- and wondering why our culture is so attached to such devices.
I feel like ever since I started University I have been in the process of breaking away from the conforming influences in our society. It's been a slow process-- two years of University, a year of traveling, a year of working-- but it feels like the most progress has been in the last few months. I met a girl who's intelligent, and beautiful and most importantly patient. My relationship with her has forced me to deeply scrutinize the culmination of personal growth over the last few years. As I become closer to her there there's a strong desire to share my perspectives and ideas on life, to share them creatively and to seek out new situations and creative influences for us to share. It's a lot to think about, but I definately still feel like I'm in the middle of a great adventure.
It feels good to write some of these things out, even if they don't make sense entirely, or at all. I'll definately be writing more. I need to share my thoughts, I need to know that they're out there and not just bouncing around my brain. Until next time, Cheers.