There are some things we all strive for.
Affirmation is fleeting, as are our lives.
True significance is impossible in an infinite universe.
Fulfillment is an enigma.
I guess advancing the human condition and love are at least partially the answer to all of these, but fuck if I know how to achieve either of those.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Seven Week Dream
I had this weird dream. I was at this large university campus in this posh coastal town and everyone was Asian and the library was an upside down pyramid and everyone said "hella," whatever that means, and I got in this strange state where I wasn't myself a couple times and my roommate was this Indian dude with a palindrome for a name and none of you were there except Kenny for some reason. And then I woke up and I was in my old bed in my old bedroom.
Monday, September 13, 2010
"Going off to College" Playlist
1. Pallet Town - Pokemon Red/Blue/Yellow
2. The Suburbs - Arcade Fire
3. The One Moment - Gattaca Soundtrack
4. White Canvas - a-ha
5. This Must be the Place - Talking Heads
6. Campus - Vampire Weekend
2. The Suburbs - Arcade Fire
3. The One Moment - Gattaca Soundtrack
4. White Canvas - a-ha
5. This Must be the Place - Talking Heads
6. Campus - Vampire Weekend
Sunday, September 12, 2010
San Diego
The first of these following anecdotes is sad, and the second one is not sad. Choose the your order of reading depending on whether you prefer ending on sad-ish or funny-ish notes.
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Recently, I paid my temporarily-hospitalized grandmother a visit. With some difficulty due to her impaired hearing ability, I managed to communicate to her that I would soon be going to college in San Diego. Upon hearing that city name she suddenly seemed to be mentally transported to another era. She went on to repeatedly ask me if, in San Diego, I liked to watch the boats come in. At first I tried to explain that I'd never done that so I wouldn't know but eventually I gave up and simply nodded my head. She was completely discombobulated and looked so frail and miserable. I guess life is like watching boats come in, until one day it's your boat that's coming in.
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My old friend Martin recently left to attend the University of San Diego. I will very soon be reunited with him when I leave to attend the University of California, San Diego. In the meantime I've been e-communicating with him. He tells me that there are attractive females abound at his school, which is good because the internet tells me that there are not so many attractive females at my school. We agreed to serve as wing men for each other. However, if his rather narcissistic new facebook profile picture is any indication of his idea of seduction then we may just run into some turbulence.
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Recently, I paid my temporarily-hospitalized grandmother a visit. With some difficulty due to her impaired hearing ability, I managed to communicate to her that I would soon be going to college in San Diego. Upon hearing that city name she suddenly seemed to be mentally transported to another era. She went on to repeatedly ask me if, in San Diego, I liked to watch the boats come in. At first I tried to explain that I'd never done that so I wouldn't know but eventually I gave up and simply nodded my head. She was completely discombobulated and looked so frail and miserable. I guess life is like watching boats come in, until one day it's your boat that's coming in.
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My old friend Martin recently left to attend the University of San Diego. I will very soon be reunited with him when I leave to attend the University of California, San Diego. In the meantime I've been e-communicating with him. He tells me that there are attractive females abound at his school, which is good because the internet tells me that there are not so many attractive females at my school. We agreed to serve as wing men for each other. However, if his rather narcissistic new facebook profile picture is any indication of his idea of seduction then we may just run into some turbulence.
Monday, August 2, 2010
This story is mostly shit
Sir Lancelot, atop his brown, proud steed, swiftly traversed the endless, white glaciers of Greenland. The knight's silver armor shimmered in the sun, mimicking the reflective landscape. His rectangular, blue diagonally-striped shield and sheathed sword, mounted on his back and waist respectively, swayed to the rhythm of the horse's gallop.
Every sight Lancelot saw was shining white. Every noise Lancelot heard was either gear clanging against chain mail or horseshoe stomping against icy ground.
Monotony gave way to a wandering mind.
"Which continent does Greenland belong to anyway?" he wondered.
"North America, despite being a a Danish territory," a voice responded.
Surprised, Lancelot sharply tugged on the reins. His horse whinnied and skidded across the ice before coming to a stop.
Lancelot dismounted and searched for the voice's owner.
"Koalas are not part of the bear family," the voice stated, answering another one of the knight's longtime questions.
Lancelot turned to his right. With his hand shielding his squinting eyes he was just able to make out some form emerging from a pile of snow amidst the blinding light.
It was a penguin with a ribbon bow-tied around its neck. The bird approached awkwardly through a combination of hopping and a fluttering of flippers that shook off fluffs of snow. It lacked a right foot.
Once within conversational range of the stunned knight, the penguin gathered its breath and spoke once more.
"And...you are here looking for something you lost long ago."
TO PROBABLY NOT BE CONTINUED...
Every sight Lancelot saw was shining white. Every noise Lancelot heard was either gear clanging against chain mail or horseshoe stomping against icy ground.
Monotony gave way to a wandering mind.
"Which continent does Greenland belong to anyway?" he wondered.
"North America, despite being a a Danish territory," a voice responded.
Surprised, Lancelot sharply tugged on the reins. His horse whinnied and skidded across the ice before coming to a stop.
Lancelot dismounted and searched for the voice's owner.
"Koalas are not part of the bear family," the voice stated, answering another one of the knight's longtime questions.
Lancelot turned to his right. With his hand shielding his squinting eyes he was just able to make out some form emerging from a pile of snow amidst the blinding light.
It was a penguin with a ribbon bow-tied around its neck. The bird approached awkwardly through a combination of hopping and a fluttering of flippers that shook off fluffs of snow. It lacked a right foot.
Once within conversational range of the stunned knight, the penguin gathered its breath and spoke once more.
"And...you are here looking for something you lost long ago."
TO PROBABLY NOT BE CONTINUED...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
I Write Like
Now, this website is total bullshit, but I couldn't help but be pleased with this result.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Four
Late last night in my bathroom, I had a conversation with three reflections of myself. One in the main mirror, one in the medicine cabinet mirror, and one a reflection of the medicine cabinet mirror in the main mirror.
Main mirror Michael rambled on about all the bad things in life: deaths of loved ones, severely lacking social life for much of childhood, and the plight of others less fortunate around the world.
I heard my mother, down the hall, softly screaming in her sleep from a nightmare.
Serving as the Main Mirror's foil, twice-reflected Michael summarized all the good things in life: relatively high standard of living, educational opportunities, friends, family, youth and the like.
I thought of good times had recently and couldn't help but smile.
Medicine cabinet Michael presented me with a look toward the future: well, there's college, a career that ideally aligns with my interests and contributes to society, new people to meet, and, maybe, love.
All that would come with time.
I noticed that my forehead creases suddenly looked very noticeable.
Medicine cabinet Michael cut the conversation short with a vague and cliché conclusion; what happens will happen.
I rubbed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Main mirror Michael rambled on about all the bad things in life: deaths of loved ones, severely lacking social life for much of childhood, and the plight of others less fortunate around the world.
I heard my mother, down the hall, softly screaming in her sleep from a nightmare.
Serving as the Main Mirror's foil, twice-reflected Michael summarized all the good things in life: relatively high standard of living, educational opportunities, friends, family, youth and the like.
I thought of good times had recently and couldn't help but smile.
Medicine cabinet Michael presented me with a look toward the future: well, there's college, a career that ideally aligns with my interests and contributes to society, new people to meet, and, maybe, love.
All that would come with time.
I noticed that my forehead creases suddenly looked very noticeable.
Medicine cabinet Michael cut the conversation short with a vague and cliché conclusion; what happens will happen.
I rubbed my eyes and went back to sleep.
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