6/21/10 Draft
"He died? How?"
Almost every single time the revelation of someone's death is followed by the same SOP interrogatives. How did they die? When did they die? Where? Describe it to me so I can imagine his death so that it will not be some unexplained phenomenon to me.
6/25/10 Draft
Victory (title)
Resplendent Victory,
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Technical Difficulties (title)
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Death (title)
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Story (title)
6/27/10 Draft
The Shah Exile
A Shah exile roams through the nations
Seeking necessity and respect.
"But I was the Shah of a mighty nation!"
He pronounced.
"Feed me or I will descend my armies upon you!"
He threatened.
But he could only move from rejection
To rejection.
With no forgiveness from any land or any people
7/15/10 Draft
Instead I'm going to write about movies.
I'm sitting here currently viewing American Masters on OPB, and it's about the Warner Bros films from 1998-2010, probably only about the moderately good and up films.
What is it about movies that compels us to spend billions of dollars making them and then billions more to watch them? I feel like this question lies within a wider arc of the human fascination with the story.
My thoughts on the evolutionary significance of stories
9/26/10 Draft
Nothing like a little tackle football to cure a tooth ache
An old man sits in an old wicker rocking chair that is on an old Victorian porch that surrounds a retirement home in an old affluent part of the Louisiana South. A large expanse of tidy grass is spread in front of him. On the edge of the grassy expanse is the reciprocal edge of a lake. The Sun sits between red and yellow and sky and tree line. There is no division between the old man's memories, muddled and mixed; he barely knows his age. In and out, memories and emotions flash.
"You keep your dirty fucking hands off of my daughter! I'm a King, and she is a Princess and will never be cavorting with the likes of you!"------------------***
9/29/10
It is impossible to write an essay with a toothache.
It is impossible to think with a toothache.
It is impossible to eat with a toothache.
It is impossible to talk with a toothache.
It is impossible to learn French with a toothache.
It is impossible to read with a toothache.
It is impossible to comprehend with a toothache.
It is impossible to remember with a toothache.
It is impossible to sit with a toothache.
It is impossible to SLEEP with a toothache.
It is impossible to not writhe in agony with a toothache.
It is impossible to wash clothes with a toothache.
It is impossible to love with a toothache.
It is impossible to dream with a toothache.
It is impossible to go to a SEDS meeting with a toothache.
10/3/10
I'm really glad that you are getting to do all those things. You deserve it. You worked hard, you understood what needed to be done, and you did it. It was a simple and straightforward and easy concept, I'm surprised most people aren't able to figure it out. I think they need someone to explain to them that it really is pretty easy, instead of trying to huff up there curriculum by saying it's difficult. You are at such a great place, the greatest on Earth. You're kind of exactly where I want to be, but I'm content to live vicariously. I wish that hadn't rhymed. Actually, I'm not too picky right now. I've been to picky my entire life. Well, only with one thing really, and I'm starting to not be so picky with that. I'll settle. Everyone has to settle, and it's not my life goal to be the first to not have to settle for something. I think I'm the person I should have been now. I could be wrong. I can't say that I would have written the same things if I had money. Even if my parent's made a decent amount of money per year, although it does seem as if most people here have VP's of companies and Ph.D mothers and fathers, and you're going to go to a state school as a philosophy major or a business major or an undecided or a something blah blah major? Fuck you for squandering your birthright opportunities, and fuck myself as well. My blog has become too public, I don't want to post this, or I do, I just don't want people to read it. Or actually I'm fine with people reading it, just not asking me stuff about it. My blog is not that public, maybe 6 people check it once in awhile? Which is fine, I'm just saying it's not that public. You've seen some really awesome things. I used to think that I was skilled enough to be able to derive the emotion from an experience without the actually experiencing it, but oh boy do they say "it's not about the destination it's about the journey" or what. I had a really good talk with my English teacher. I think she just wanted to know what I was all about, I told her. I told her the same things that I have told everyone else, it's really the only thing I care to talk about, Purpose and the Universe 'n' shit. She's a creative writing graduate student and she is writing this poem on religion and Eden, or just the overarching concepts of the Judeo-Christian religion. There was a really funny joke on the Simpsons that I saw, I was watching it because it reminded me of Portland, I'm not really homesick or anything just something. They were at this carnival or something and Flanders was selling these "Jesus" fish (fish that have scales grown on their bodies that spell out "Jesus"). And Lisa comes up to him and asks him how he got the fish like that and he explains that he just found some fish with similar qualities and bred them with each other to accentuate
11/10/10 12:31:00 Draft
I like the word mariner. Mostly because when I say the word I think about the mariner probe missions and I think about old 70's style photographs of Neptune. Actual photographs of Neptune, the GIANT gas planet that is billions of miles away, and that probe got close enough to take pictures. I'm getting things mixed up and I'm not going to go back and change the names. This is the voyager mission that I think about when I say the word "mariner". But anyways, when I say mariner I think of old 70's style photographs of Neptune. Blue as the sea should be, marine. Then I think about voyager 2 continuing to float through space, out and beyond out solar system. Not yet.
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