I've migrated back to here after deleting my facebook account. That, is probably a temporary thing. I need some time away from my internet persona. Yet I feel a strong pull to go somewhere on the internet, put myself somewhere. Is it the same thing? In writing I can express myself fully in a personal way, not through designated modes which feel ( Read more... )

I'm glad that I can see more broadly. That I know more now and know that there is so much I do not know, so much that I will come to know, so much that I'll never approach to know. It is a bit taxing to be aware of all this at any given moment and try to take action. Leaves me feeling like I'm in the middle of a desert valley with many directions ( Read more... )

I feel cheerful like I haven't felt in a while, so it feels ok to write an entry. I've been reading quite a bit, spending a lot of time looking for books in the library. I picked up a book that looked interesting, called "Confessions of Edward Day" and it's a novel from an actor's perspective in New York in the 1970's. It's really good. I ( Read more... )

"Work is the very opposite of creation, which is play.

"The world only began to get something of value from me the moment I stopped being a serious member of society and became-myself. The State, the nation, the united nations of the world, were nothing but one great aggregation of individuals who repeated the mistakes of their forefathers. They ( Read more... )

Woah woah woah. What a shitty week. Not the whiny self-pity shitty that I mostly associate with college/UPS life. But actually shitty. For some reason that makes all the difference ( Read more... )

I need to write here just to get my fingers moving. I had a few pretty things to say and then I lost them in the ether of my mind ( Read more... )

I'm sitting at the library in front of this computer remembering from the Bhagavad Gita "Whatever you do, dedicate the fruits of it to me" said by Krishna. So I was intent on doing whatever I was going to and giving it to him, from a blind fan-of-a-follower. And as I'm getting on that train, I hear this peculiar sound in a rhythmic tap so much like ( Read more... )

BAAAAAAH what am I ( Read more... )

Write down your dreams. Lately I've had feelings that lead to my current probably half-baked idea that dreams are a kind of history of your entire life. The past, the present, the future is all entangled together in some other world of beauty and fear dissolved into metaphors ( Read more... )

I wish I was more practiced in being consistently happy, or at peace or whatever. This up and down with my moods is constant ( Read more... )