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selections from In the Sierra: Mountain Writings by Kenneth Rexroth

The question is not
Does being have meaning,
But does meaning have being. Continue reading

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selections from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

‘I think,’ said Anna, toying with the glove she had taken off, ‘I think . . . if there are as many minds as there are men, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.’ Continue reading

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selections from Sadhana: The Classic of Indian Spirituality by Rabindranath Tagore

Mind can never know Brahma, words can never describe him; he can only be known by our soul, by her joy in him, by her love. Continue reading

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dance dance
Disco Dance

–God sum cute ass blondie was jus sittin rite next to me on bus. –dude i can’t get on a bus without sitting or standing next to a beautiful girl. it’s maddening. i actually talked to one the last time … Continue reading

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qotd: now that Osama is dead, who should we kill next?

“What the hell are you talking about” “who cares” “What” “Phil Collins” “Right…. Thats nuts….” “Que?” “Hilarious” … “Its jrr tolkien talk”

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questioning connections

definitions of “poetry” and “facebook,” received from 7 of the 7 people asked for either/or and lightly edited to confuse the fuck out of you: “Everything” “grouping of allegedly self descriptive profiles for stalking and communicating with others who vaguely … Continue reading

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what’s just an illusion?

“Ah ah ah ah ooooh”
“A string of three words, the first letters of which spell out the name of the gosh darn cutenest Brady” […] “Scratch the latter”
“How do you mean just?”
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“The sun going down?”
“?”
“?” Continue reading

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When an amoeba divides, does it cease to exist?

“Nothing ceases to exist”
“It turns into ants and crawls in your pants and you dance!! Where do you stand in relation to the potato:-):-):-)”
“I think continuous experience of consciousness is a good identity metric, not sure amoebas got it so, strictly yes, practically no.”
“No. It’s more amoebas.”
“That depends. Did it ever?”
“yeah”
“it’s like me and elise!!!” Continue reading

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Pre-9/11

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Foster home: day one

i’m listening to Dvořák’s Symphony No. 9 in E Minor (“From the New World”) as performed by the London Philharmonic Orchestra, i just finished reading Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and it is officially the first day of my housesitting job.

and let me be the first to say it: Howard Shore definitely took some notes from Dvořák when writing up the score to the Lord of the Rings. whatever movement this is (second? Largo? i think?) sounds exactly like the Shire. i bet they’re both stealing from some traditional folk tune or something.

so i’m sitting the house of Adam (though he no longer lives here) for ten days starting today. that’s about 240 hours to kill.

80 (sleeping)
50 (listening to music)
50 (reading)
35 (Starcraft II)
15 (eating)
10 (walking the dog)
240 (total)

that means i should have read about ten books, listened to fifty records, and be about two hundred forty zillion times more intelligent and enhanced in every way by the end of it. actually, i’ll probably just be more afraid of speaking to real human beings (and even more inclined to talk to dogs instead).

i’ve got books:

i’ve got music:

i’ve got Blue Moon and supposedly some food, i’ve got pencils and paper, i’ve got a hipster smartphone, i’ve got a record player, and i’ve got Starcraft II starting tomorrow.

by the way, i used to have a pink lighter but someone at Mighty stole it. thankfully, i had a blue lighter waiting in my backpack. what does it mean?

onto LUNCH POEMS!! by FRANK O’HARA!! loved by TORI! copied by BRILLIANT! the first poem in the book is called MUSIC! the last is called FANTASY! (i like it already.)

p.s. can you believe that someone accidentally mistook this for me:

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