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More pics, article.
In other news, I have a cold, so I am not going to be doing the medical study this week. It's delayed for a couple of weeks; I don't know the date yet. Which means that the trip is now 100% definitely off (for me, at least). Everything else is still up in the air.Neuroses go here:  sick |
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Magick
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Oct. 13th, 2008 @ 02:21 am
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While perusing the book Condensed Chaos, by Phil Hine, I came across this quote:If you want to see true magick in action, watch a Marx Brothers movie. Harpo could blow up a glove and milk it. How the hell could he do that?
This is a very appealing way of thinking about the world for me.
I have lots of news, but not much attention span. In short, I may or may not be:
- Moving to Greenwood
- Traveling to Mexico
- Participating in a medical study
- Continuing to practice the bass (okay, so this is a little more definite since I had the bright idea of plugging it in next to my bed - laziness FTW)
I am doing well. How are you?Neuroses go here:  uncertain |
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So I as usual have not been posting much recently, but I think the reasons for that have changed. For quite some time, the only times I wanted to post were when I wanted to bitch about something to a captive audience, which didn't seem very productive, so I didn't.
But I am suddenly, unexpectedly, somewhat content with my life. I'm not sure just when it happened. It kind of snuck up on me.
And I'm changing again. Very quickly, it seems. I don't realize it's happened until I catch a glimpse of myself by accident, and I look (from the inside, at least) like a new person.
It's very disconcerting, this not-being-unhappy business. It's not that all of my problems have gone away or anything, but they no longer bother me constantly. I'm still unhappy sometimes - hell, often - but it's no longer my default state.
With all of this alteration occurring, attempting to make any kind of statement about who I am or what I'm up to seems kind of futile. I'm in flux.
But: I am starting to move again. I bought a bass guitar on Ebay on a wild impulse and am starting to learn how to play it. I am sort of planning a trip to Mexico with Ananda that may happen within my lifetime (we'll see). I am paying attention to politics again and starting to care a little. I am slowly but surely gathering my poetry for a chapbook. I am even looking at pretty girls without being sad.
It's kind of miraculous, really.Neuroses go here:  eristic |
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One of your favorite webcomics has updated 3 times since you last slept.Neuroses go here:  braaaiiinnnsss... |
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So...
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Jul. 12th, 2008 @ 02:20 pm
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I know I've been silent for quite a while, but I am required by law to post this video, which is the most hilariously awesome thing I have seen in a long time.
It's Russian history time!
GORBACHOV: THE MUSIC VIDEO - BIGGER AND RUSSIANER from Tom Stern on Vimeo.Neuroses go here:  i lol'd |
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or be absent!
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No comment.
I am sick of being sick. Bleah.Neuroses go here: sick |
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So
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Aug. 7th, 2007 @ 03:02 am
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I'm sick, I can't sleep, and I just saw a spider crawl across my hand that on closer inspection wasn't there.
These withdrawal symptoms would be so much more satisfying if I actually had anything to withdraw from.
Clearly, this is a very entertaining time in my life.Neuroses go here: entertaining |
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...When I had been sick, but I was getting better?
Yeah, that didn't happen. However, I am feeling antisocial lately, so I suppose it's a well-timed illness. Anyway, all is not lost, because I have this to keep me warm:
Neuroses go here: sick |
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If you <3 the lolcats, read this.
In other news, I am ill and pondering whether to attend my own birthday party. Cruel, cruel world!Neuroses go here: sick |
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There was a dual theme tonight: chocolate and ill omens (which I much preferred to last week's theme :D). Anyway, here is my entry, titled, "For Adam West".
The first drip
Hits his blindfold
With an audible
"Plop"
Long seconds pass
In the pestilential heat
A second drip
Strikes his chin
And trickles
Down his neck
The liquid is hot
But does not burn
A third drip
Touches down
Where his pursed
Lips meet
He opens his mouth
And tastes
"Chocolate?!"
He speaks the word
And another drop
Provides punctuation
A shrill crackle from
A convenient intercom
"Yes, chocolate!"
The villain
Cannot stifle
A smug giggle
Our hero winces
At a splash on his nose
"Suspended above you
Is the World's Largest
HERSHEY'S KISS!"
More cackling
"Now you face drowning...
Death. By. Chocolate!"
"Is that -mmm, tasty-
Is that the best
You can do?"
A long pause
"They were clean out of
Sharks and laser beams." Neuroses go here: sick |
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The truth that makes men free is for the most part the truth which men prefer not to hear.
Herbert Agar
If you want to be free, there is but one way; it is to guarantee an equally full measure of liberty to all your neighbors. There is no other.
Carl SchurzNeuroses go here:  contemplative |
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This man is my new god.
Also: He's entering the Eurovision contest.
In other news, I'm doing well. I hung out with Nova last night, and we went to a great restaurant in the U District, Jack's Tapas. What you might not guess from the name is that Jack's Tapas is in fact a Chinese restaurant. Despite the odd name, the food and service were excellent.
My church finally got an interim pastor, so I actually have a boss now. I think it's going to be a nice change, actually. I'm not really authorized to make any important decisions about the church, so it will be nice to have someone who is around.
( Anyway, here are some poems I never got around to posting. )Neuroses go here:  hungry |
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Why do you always smell like doody? It really grosses me out.Neuroses go here:  distressed |
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LJ is back up! Thank God, I can stop twitching now.Neuroses go here: relieved |
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Your Score: Serious Cat
40% Affectionate, 43% Excitable, 53% Hungry
Hungry for knowledge in any internet forum, you demand decorum. Any off-topic remarks, absurd statements, or tomfoolery on the interweb is deeply frowned upon by you. Truth has no room for drollery.
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So I haven't posted much of consequence of late, because I have been feeling bitchy. Well, I am still feeling bitchy, but I am posting anyway, to wish my fraternal stranger Jake (and myself) a happy birthday.
Also, poetry. It's my birthday, compliment me!
( Poemetry )
Oh, and Love can go get poked with a sharp stick, preferably by me.Neuroses go here: serious |
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