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Tuesday, July 19, 2011
My Dream
I was being denied access into the pool and I began to panic. I looked up and approaching me was a man and his child. He smiled and lifted up his access card which hung around his neck like a backstage pass. I looked back down and attempted to enter the pool again and failed. When I looked up again, the child had his father's access card and was letting us into the pool. I smiled and thanked him and he opened the gate door for his father and myself. I jumped into the pool and was deceived because the ledge to the pool was like any normal pool but when I jumped I felt this urgent feeling like I was falling into a bottomless pit. Or rather, a long fall into some water, like if I had been forced to jump off the flight deck of an aircraft carrier and felt the eighty foot (or one-hundred foot, whichever) drop. I was relieved that I was able to maintain my posture and hit the water feet first. I began swimming confidently and with expertise. This is contradictory to my waking world because I am not a strong swimmer and very rarely do I swim confidently. I was engulfed by happiness and swam for what seemed like hours of joy. Now those hours seem brief and my memory of it has severly faded. Later when I awoke I kept trying to remember this exact part of the dream; but now, it continues to fade.
I was back in the pool and looking at this child who was playing with some action figures and these toys were somehow apart of him. As if they were a piece of his hand or attached or something. And I when I looked up at the sky, I was viewing it in circles, like I was spinning and the sky just kept circling. It was as if this spinning was a natural thing because I wasn't getting dizzy. I noticed the child was playing soccer or something with his action figures because he had a bouncy ball and was kicking it back and forth between his toys. This is different in the way in which I used action figures. I always had some elaborate fight scene set out for my "men", as I called them, or some sort of superhero/supervillian scenerio in which the two characters of my imagination were to have a dramatic action hero showdown.
I looked up at the boy's father and saw him sitting in the shade typing on his laptop computer. He appeared to be working and was caught up in his own thoughts, and not paying any attention to his son. The child said something to him, but I didn't understand it because it was disconnected and abstract. He father didn't respond as he continued working on his computer, and his son continued playing with his toys. I turned my head and sitting right next to me was my own father who began to speak to me. He was urging me to be proud and was trying to convey the importance of pride. Then this smile came over his face and his eyes lit up and he said something about aliens, I think he said, "Like an alien". Then he walked into the pool and I felt this overwhelming sense of grief.
Next I was driving in my car and on the radio was this percussion jam. It sounded like there were fifty people participating in the perc jam and I was relieved. I was laughing really hard and my windows were down. My laugh was the kind of laugh you experience when you hear about a really good friend doing something really dumb or embarrassing, but also the kind of laugh that maintains its innocence. So it was a happy laugh, a pleasure laugh, and a stomach laugh.
I noticed this really beautiful woman walking down the street, in the opposite direction I was driving, talking on her cell phone. She looked at me and smiled at my laughter and we maintained eye contact while I passsed. She was in a summer dress the kind that sort of fits a girl like pajamas. The bottom was short up her mid thighs, the top was short sleeved, and she was fit and had beautiful brown hair and an amazing smile. I was really drawn to her and was trying to turn the car around. I did a U-turn and she stopped walking and kept looking at me. And that's when I awoke!
I was back in the pool and looking at this child who was playing with some action figures and these toys were somehow apart of him. As if they were a piece of his hand or attached or something. And I when I looked up at the sky, I was viewing it in circles, like I was spinning and the sky just kept circling. It was as if this spinning was a natural thing because I wasn't getting dizzy. I noticed the child was playing soccer or something with his action figures because he had a bouncy ball and was kicking it back and forth between his toys. This is different in the way in which I used action figures. I always had some elaborate fight scene set out for my "men", as I called them, or some sort of superhero/supervillian scenerio in which the two characters of my imagination were to have a dramatic action hero showdown.
I looked up at the boy's father and saw him sitting in the shade typing on his laptop computer. He appeared to be working and was caught up in his own thoughts, and not paying any attention to his son. The child said something to him, but I didn't understand it because it was disconnected and abstract. He father didn't respond as he continued working on his computer, and his son continued playing with his toys. I turned my head and sitting right next to me was my own father who began to speak to me. He was urging me to be proud and was trying to convey the importance of pride. Then this smile came over his face and his eyes lit up and he said something about aliens, I think he said, "Like an alien". Then he walked into the pool and I felt this overwhelming sense of grief.
Next I was driving in my car and on the radio was this percussion jam. It sounded like there were fifty people participating in the perc jam and I was relieved. I was laughing really hard and my windows were down. My laugh was the kind of laugh you experience when you hear about a really good friend doing something really dumb or embarrassing, but also the kind of laugh that maintains its innocence. So it was a happy laugh, a pleasure laugh, and a stomach laugh.
I noticed this really beautiful woman walking down the street, in the opposite direction I was driving, talking on her cell phone. She looked at me and smiled at my laughter and we maintained eye contact while I passsed. She was in a summer dress the kind that sort of fits a girl like pajamas. The bottom was short up her mid thighs, the top was short sleeved, and she was fit and had beautiful brown hair and an amazing smile. I was really drawn to her and was trying to turn the car around. I did a U-turn and she stopped walking and kept looking at me. And that's when I awoke!
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Am I Afraid of Technology?
Am I afraid of technology?
Everytime I learn of a new wonderful thing, an interface of creativity or a nano machine,
I feel a tinge of fear, not even a tinge, but an overwhelming dark cloud,
And I cant help but feel that we try to recreate, what is already around.
Maybe I'm lazy, or my mind is old, maybe the semantics are stressful to hold,
Maybe I should be a cog in the machine?
An inorganic cycle sustaining billions of beings.
Am I like a Christian Scientist? Stubborn about change,
Or am I just weary of the system? growing not vines, but chains.
I realize the benefits of technological progress, such as efficiency and health,
but I fear we play god, forgetting that living on earth itself is a wealth,
I probably am stubborn and fearful, longing for the ways of primitive beings
But I do know that I am a happier healthier man, the less that I stare at a screen
Everytime I learn of a new wonderful thing, an interface of creativity or a nano machine,
I feel a tinge of fear, not even a tinge, but an overwhelming dark cloud,
And I cant help but feel that we try to recreate, what is already around.
Maybe I'm lazy, or my mind is old, maybe the semantics are stressful to hold,
Maybe I should be a cog in the machine?
An inorganic cycle sustaining billions of beings.
Am I like a Christian Scientist? Stubborn about change,
Or am I just weary of the system? growing not vines, but chains.
I realize the benefits of technological progress, such as efficiency and health,
but I fear we play god, forgetting that living on earth itself is a wealth,
I probably am stubborn and fearful, longing for the ways of primitive beings
But I do know that I am a happier healthier man, the less that I stare at a screen
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
On Listening, Learning, Questions
I was discussing U.S. policy on narcotics recently and was bringing up some great points on our effect on drug smuggling countries like Mexico, the prison system(as opposed to treatment and regulation), and the further alienation of the lower class. All of these are great thinking points, philosophical quandaries worthy of exploration. Speaking purely and openly, I discussed vast changes in thinking about governance and parenting alike.
I was building a hypothetical coffin, that did not need nails. No idea or proposition, especially in the realm of sociology and politics, should ever be put to rest(except the really mean ones). Populations can be as diverse as personalities. This innate variability in our world should be respected. With a pure pursuit of knowledge, a productive openness can be achieved in your conversations with others...
But I kept talking...
My initial philosophical openness gave me a soapbox, and my ego was not to waste the opportunity. My ego smelled blood and began driving those nails into the coffin. I was using examples like sheltered kids going sex crazy and getting pregnant. Luckily, my friend stops me and says "Aren't you kind of making big generalizations?" I was.
The pursuit of knowledge had dissipated like a puff of smoke and my personal agenda stepped in and kept talking. If you want to sell things, win arguments, or make the ignorant think you know everything, then by all means let your agendas drive. But if you truly seek knowledge, beware your own intellectual agendas while you speak. When you ask questions, ask not for answers that fortify your perception, just ask!
I was building a hypothetical coffin, that did not need nails. No idea or proposition, especially in the realm of sociology and politics, should ever be put to rest(except the really mean ones). Populations can be as diverse as personalities. This innate variability in our world should be respected. With a pure pursuit of knowledge, a productive openness can be achieved in your conversations with others...
But I kept talking...
My initial philosophical openness gave me a soapbox, and my ego was not to waste the opportunity. My ego smelled blood and began driving those nails into the coffin. I was using examples like sheltered kids going sex crazy and getting pregnant. Luckily, my friend stops me and says "Aren't you kind of making big generalizations?" I was.
The pursuit of knowledge had dissipated like a puff of smoke and my personal agenda stepped in and kept talking. If you want to sell things, win arguments, or make the ignorant think you know everything, then by all means let your agendas drive. But if you truly seek knowledge, beware your own intellectual agendas while you speak. When you ask questions, ask not for answers that fortify your perception, just ask!
Monday, May 23, 2011
Five Things to Say in a Colin Voice
In no particular order...
These are five loaded words that when said with the timeless ease of an old rocking chair, a flow as smooth as Astroglide, and a rasp as cold as you know what, you may for a moment transcend to a different time and place and be one with our dear friend, Colin.
1. Hiawassee - Family is very important to Colin, as is the great outdoors. Hiawassee is home to Colin's maternal grandfather, a specimen of a senior, and the best woodcraftsman east of the Mississippi. Speak "Hiawassee" and you may feel your soul be one with the winds, steadfastly traveling towards the ancient and peaceful Southern Appalachians.
2. anything that rhymes with "Aron" - Your brow becomes heavy, and your heart aches, for the lost love "Faron." Utter this syllable and you will feel a young mans pained soul, cringing under the song of the siren.
3. Uncomfortable - Spoken oh so comfortably... Soothe the apprehensions of the weary female ear or a homophobic taxi driver by letting them know you are not trying to make them uncomfortable.
4. Nah, son - You are done with it, but there is no need to raise your voice or cause a scene. Just preface your declaration with Nah and there shan't be confusion. ex. "nah, you don't want that."
5. Bo-Beda - Synonymous with "Eureka!" This exclamation accompanies a light bulb above the head. Proudly shout "Bo-Beda!" and you will understand that "A-ha" moment felt by a Navarre when he finally attains the key to a woman's pussy.
These are five loaded words that when said with the timeless ease of an old rocking chair, a flow as smooth as Astroglide, and a rasp as cold as you know what, you may for a moment transcend to a different time and place and be one with our dear friend, Colin.
1. Hiawassee - Family is very important to Colin, as is the great outdoors. Hiawassee is home to Colin's maternal grandfather, a specimen of a senior, and the best woodcraftsman east of the Mississippi. Speak "Hiawassee" and you may feel your soul be one with the winds, steadfastly traveling towards the ancient and peaceful Southern Appalachians.
2. anything that rhymes with "Aron" - Your brow becomes heavy, and your heart aches, for the lost love "Faron." Utter this syllable and you will feel a young mans pained soul, cringing under the song of the siren.
3. Uncomfortable - Spoken oh so comfortably... Soothe the apprehensions of the weary female ear or a homophobic taxi driver by letting them know you are not trying to make them uncomfortable.
4. Nah, son - You are done with it, but there is no need to raise your voice or cause a scene. Just preface your declaration with Nah and there shan't be confusion. ex. "nah, you don't want that."
5. Bo-Beda - Synonymous with "Eureka!" This exclamation accompanies a light bulb above the head. Proudly shout "Bo-Beda!" and you will understand that "A-ha" moment felt by a Navarre when he finally attains the key to a woman's pussy.
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