in india, my favorite country, there is devastation and death.
this is a time to mourn. this is a time to be angry and sad and horrified.
why would you kill innocent people just to make a point?
think about the poor people who loved the victims.
172 people have been killed SO FAR.
tomorrow, i am wearing black in their honor.
read the new york times. they have a story about it.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
clarification
that last post was not a poem
it was a real convo i had with a flower.
a petrified flower, that is.
it was a real convo i had with a flower.
a petrified flower, that is.
conversation with a flower
gobbsy gads
is my best friend
y do u dance at this late orange?
because teddy bear came from the mountains
which mountains- the ones of gildorrr, or the ones of lothar?
heres a trick:
dont kill me
the ones north of the giant red hat
o no!
not the red hat!
im too young
i have not yet passed the way of the great angel
salvage the coat or all will be lost!
take the coat and whisper in the Jolly Rancher's ear
whisper of strawberries and cream
whisper of the great jungoo's wrath
beware
and then the angel will release you above the purple sky
the maroon sky
in our eye of truth, that is.
is my best friend
y do u dance at this late orange?
because teddy bear came from the mountains
which mountains- the ones of gildorrr, or the ones of lothar?
heres a trick:
dont kill me
the ones north of the giant red hat
o no!
not the red hat!
im too young
i have not yet passed the way of the great angel
salvage the coat or all will be lost!
take the coat and whisper in the Jolly Rancher's ear
whisper of strawberries and cream
whisper of the great jungoo's wrath
beware
and then the angel will release you above the purple sky
the maroon sky
in our eye of truth, that is.
love
u kno how rasta dudes say "respect" 2 eachother a lot?
well, i was thinking that us guys could say "love" 2 eachother a lot!
(since "peace" is worn out, anyway.)
like, lola and i just ended an IM convo- she said just "love", and i said just "love", and it was over!
lets talk like that from now on.
well, i was thinking that us guys could say "love" 2 eachother a lot!
(since "peace" is worn out, anyway.)
like, lola and i just ended an IM convo- she said just "love", and i said just "love", and it was over!
lets talk like that from now on.
a good puzzle
my dad is a teacher. last night, he was grading papers, and i read one of them.
the assignment was to write about a misunderstanding or an argument. one boy, the one whose paper i read, wrote a paper on an argument he had with his friend about opposites.
his friends said that the opposite of dog was not dog, while the boy himself insisted that the opposite of dog was cat. who was right?
my father and i got into the same argument. is a negation the same as an opposite? what is an opposite, anyway? the dictionary says that an opposite is: something contrary or radically different in some respect common to both.
so, opposites must be similar, yet radically different. the opposite of dog is not "tomato".
the conclusion my dad and i reached was that opposite is only an opinion. it is relative. a negation is not the same thing as an opposite.
its like what the petrified flower said about truth- it is in the eye of the beholder. the opposite of dog is indeed cat, but only because we think that it's true.
just something to think about: how about chocolate and vanilla?
the assignment was to write about a misunderstanding or an argument. one boy, the one whose paper i read, wrote a paper on an argument he had with his friend about opposites.
his friends said that the opposite of dog was not dog, while the boy himself insisted that the opposite of dog was cat. who was right?
my father and i got into the same argument. is a negation the same as an opposite? what is an opposite, anyway? the dictionary says that an opposite is: something contrary or radically different in some respect common to both.
so, opposites must be similar, yet radically different. the opposite of dog is not "tomato".
the conclusion my dad and i reached was that opposite is only an opinion. it is relative. a negation is not the same thing as an opposite.
its like what the petrified flower said about truth- it is in the eye of the beholder. the opposite of dog is indeed cat, but only because we think that it's true.
just something to think about: how about chocolate and vanilla?
Saturday, November 29, 2008
life is complicated
really, the big paradox is that life is complicated because its so simple.
everyone is the same, but in a different way.
we all want these things: power, money, materialistic things, happiness, people to pay attention to us and love us, interesting challenges to overcome, fairness in life, and to be better than others. anyone who says that they don't want these things is lying.
when you think about it, all religions and ideologies want the same thing; to help people attain these unrealistic goals without getting out of order.
the heroes in movies are always so selfless, and don't have those things, and are more interested in helping others than getting them. the villans have those things, and want more of them. no one is like either of those characters.
we all want those things, and none of them are possible. but if we don't try, there's no point at all. it's all exactly the same, in a different way.
see what i mean?
everyone is the same, but in a different way.
we all want these things: power, money, materialistic things, happiness, people to pay attention to us and love us, interesting challenges to overcome, fairness in life, and to be better than others. anyone who says that they don't want these things is lying.
when you think about it, all religions and ideologies want the same thing; to help people attain these unrealistic goals without getting out of order.
the heroes in movies are always so selfless, and don't have those things, and are more interested in helping others than getting them. the villans have those things, and want more of them. no one is like either of those characters.
we all want those things, and none of them are possible. but if we don't try, there's no point at all. it's all exactly the same, in a different way.
see what i mean?
Monday, November 24, 2008
horseradish cheese, really? facinating!
i wonder if it's possible to live without any money at ALL. like no investments, no bank accounts, no job, no connection to the man whatsoever. probably not. i mean, you could, but it would be really hard. no one's done it in thousands of years.
you would have to grow your own food, make your own clothes, generate you own light and heat, get you own water, build your own house, create your own art. it would be incredibly hard. the better idea would be to have money in the bank, but not use it unless there was an emergency, like a bad harvest.
you would have to grow your own food, make your own clothes, generate you own light and heat, get you own water, build your own house, create your own art. it would be incredibly hard. the better idea would be to have money in the bank, but not use it unless there was an emergency, like a bad harvest.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
truth
i have just figured something out:
nothing is true.
there is nothing that you can say or think or do that is without flaws.
no one lives their life the way they wanted to- no one lives their life perfectly.
we all make mistakes. people always tell that to you, but really think about it. think about who you are and why you are and how its such good luck that you're a person and you're still alive and you have access to a computer. you could just as easily be a starving african mother with AIDS, or a jar of peanut butter. wouldn't that suck?
rethink everything. then you will see that nothing makes sense.
(ps: no offense to starving african mothers with AIDS. didnt mean that in a durogatory way.)
nothing is true.
there is nothing that you can say or think or do that is without flaws.
no one lives their life the way they wanted to- no one lives their life perfectly.
we all make mistakes. people always tell that to you, but really think about it. think about who you are and why you are and how its such good luck that you're a person and you're still alive and you have access to a computer. you could just as easily be a starving african mother with AIDS, or a jar of peanut butter. wouldn't that suck?
rethink everything. then you will see that nothing makes sense.
(ps: no offense to starving african mothers with AIDS. didnt mean that in a durogatory way.)
Friday, November 21, 2008
this is the way i see it:
between the economy and global warming and there being no one to blame, the whole world is headed down the toilet. the apocalypse is coming, so theres really no point in being angry or sad or crying while you type this, because we really should just enjoy life while its happening, you know?
i'd like it if all the buildings got torn down, and we just live in a beautiful vegetarian homeless anarchy. we should just give up. we really should. we've only got a few decades left, we might as well make the most of it, you know?
there was a guy who wrote a book a few hundred years ago. here is more or less a kind-of-sort-of-half-remembered-quote from the book that i think is very important to think about:
"if we assume that man has been corrupted by an artificial society, what is the natural state? imagine- walking up and down the forrest, without duties, without civilization, without speech."
i wish there was something we could just DO. i wish it was just, like, a choice:
do we do the wrong thing, or don't we? but its not. and it makes me confused and sad and scared.
ah, well. back to the drawing board.
i'd like it if all the buildings got torn down, and we just live in a beautiful vegetarian homeless anarchy. we should just give up. we really should. we've only got a few decades left, we might as well make the most of it, you know?
there was a guy who wrote a book a few hundred years ago. here is more or less a kind-of-sort-of-half-remembered-quote from the book that i think is very important to think about:
"if we assume that man has been corrupted by an artificial society, what is the natural state? imagine- walking up and down the forrest, without duties, without civilization, without speech."
i wish there was something we could just DO. i wish it was just, like, a choice:
do we do the wrong thing, or don't we? but its not. and it makes me confused and sad and scared.
ah, well. back to the drawing board.
untitled sonnet
At night the sky does crawl below the bats,
In day the birds fly up and start to sing.
When it is hot the sky is full of cats,
When it is cold the bears up and take wing.
“Oh, why?” I ask the cows of death to leap,
My fate stands on my bad photography.
“Return my life at once!” I cry to sheep,
As wind brings down chrysanthemums to me.
I look at me, distorted through a glass,
And cry at night beneath a blue half-moon.
Contemplating life on lawns of grass,
And wond’ring if my food will be here soon.
I dream as firewood begins to mull,
And wish that real life wasn’t quite so dull.
In day the birds fly up and start to sing.
When it is hot the sky is full of cats,
When it is cold the bears up and take wing.
“Oh, why?” I ask the cows of death to leap,
My fate stands on my bad photography.
“Return my life at once!” I cry to sheep,
As wind brings down chrysanthemums to me.
I look at me, distorted through a glass,
And cry at night beneath a blue half-moon.
Contemplating life on lawns of grass,
And wond’ring if my food will be here soon.
I dream as firewood begins to mull,
And wish that real life wasn’t quite so dull.
what im gonna do when i grow up
when i grow up, i will buy one of those big ugly glass office buildings from one of those business that went out of business, and turn it into a giant greenhouse-farm, and build a kibbutz there and sell organic food. plus, ill write for the ny times as my day job.
soul-flower.com is a GREAT website. they have nag-champa soap!
what's kind of sad is that there are no websites that sell hippie clothes from the early 60's, like '63-'66. u kno, really psychedelic, bright-colored, granny-takes-a-trip-esque. *sigh*.
ik, ik. im a poser.
soul-flower.com is a GREAT website. they have nag-champa soap!
what's kind of sad is that there are no websites that sell hippie clothes from the early 60's, like '63-'66. u kno, really psychedelic, bright-colored, granny-takes-a-trip-esque. *sigh*.
ik, ik. im a poser.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
who are silo and roy the gay penguins, and why do they rock this world?
my friend lola belly button (check out her blog: squirrelseatwaffles.blogspot.com) asked me to please explain who silo and roy the gay penguins are. here tis:
there's a picture book about silo and roy. silo and roy were these real penguins in the central park zoo who fell in love. but they were sad that they couldn't have babies like all the other penguins, so the zookeeper gave them an orphan egg to raise. but theyre real. its awesome.
actually, silo and roy are also my backpack, billy's role models. he is also a gay penguin.
there's a picture book about silo and roy. silo and roy were these real penguins in the central park zoo who fell in love. but they were sad that they couldn't have babies like all the other penguins, so the zookeeper gave them an orphan egg to raise. but theyre real. its awesome.
actually, silo and roy are also my backpack, billy's role models. he is also a gay penguin.
nose-picking
why do people have the instinct to pick their nose?
and why are people always so disgusted when other people do it?
very strange.
also: how could you fill the albert hall with holes?
i kno that its supposed to be like a zen-buddhist thing that makes no sense, but i find it very confizzling. no matter how many holes you put in, it would still be empty. actually, there would be less and less. so, maybe the number of holes it takes to fill it is the number of holes it takes to get rid of all of it. very taoist, the idea that to fill something you must empty it. trippy.
and why are people always so disgusted when other people do it?
very strange.
also: how could you fill the albert hall with holes?
i kno that its supposed to be like a zen-buddhist thing that makes no sense, but i find it very confizzling. no matter how many holes you put in, it would still be empty. actually, there would be less and less. so, maybe the number of holes it takes to fill it is the number of holes it takes to get rid of all of it. very taoist, the idea that to fill something you must empty it. trippy.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
1st post
this marks the first post in this blog since its conception, two years ago.
this blog will be about anything that's really eating my mind. i will probably post around once a week. ok.
"if you're going, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair"
you kno, its kind of backward that the hippies wore flowers in their hair, because thats killing things just to look good, which is not cool. ok, so sometimes i do it, also...
when pot is legalized, will people look on this era as being like prohibition? my mom compared this to prohibition, which i think is very interesting.
it makes me very sad that its cold outside. i love the summer. more specifically, i love central park in the summer. what did the flower children do when all the flowers died?
this blog will be about anything that's really eating my mind. i will probably post around once a week. ok.
"if you're going, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair"
you kno, its kind of backward that the hippies wore flowers in their hair, because thats killing things just to look good, which is not cool. ok, so sometimes i do it, also...
when pot is legalized, will people look on this era as being like prohibition? my mom compared this to prohibition, which i think is very interesting.
it makes me very sad that its cold outside. i love the summer. more specifically, i love central park in the summer. what did the flower children do when all the flowers died?
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