But sometimes I read what you post here and think irrationally for a moment that I might know you better than I know some of my friends, or that you might just be saying things that I know, things that are true and that I don't have words for.
Somehow, this comment seems fawning and very private. It's not intended that way; it's just that every time you do this it changes something. And I can't put it into any language I speak and it's endlessly frustrating.
First, as to knowing me: cog-nition? re-cog-nition? Is this an action of putting me into a system, into a chain of events, of present, past, future, as a machine, as a link, to complete the circle of cognition--re-cognition?
that, too, sounds a bit stupid, a bit trite.
So: we've met, at least a few times, in the sense of physical face-to-face, despite all dissimulations.
What if we hadn't?
Do you feel it? Do you hear it? Do you see it? Doesn't matter in which way you sense it--Don't let the words get in the way--if it's there, if there is presence and that presence demands action, act, however you can. If it is an absence, and the absence demands action, act--If it is a presence, and the presence demands inaction--
let us not get bogged down in our normal tracks.
I'm glad you hear me. I'm glad I expand things, press you, which is what you seem to be saying. What I'm saying is, don't let it impede you. Fucking take it, run with it, go somewhere new, because there's nowhere else to go.
I get this feeling like someday I'll be bragging to people how I studied Indonesian with you, and they'll be genuinely impressed.
Unfortunately, I won't be pursuing Indonesian any further for the time being, though. Spanish calls urgently, and every day I wait to learn it is a day too long. It's a crime that I don't speak a lick of it. Somali is next in line. I've begun volunteering in a high school ESL class, and made some real connections with some kids from Somalia: Abdullahi and Ahmed. It was already up there because it's one of the most useful things to know around the Twin Cities, especially if you spend any time in the area around the U of M's West Bank. But now I'm sure I need to learn it - it's personal. Too bad Madison doesn't offer it. It might just have to wait...
Man, we have to hang out sometime when I move back to Madison. Seriously.
Truth be told, I'm not in Madison right now. Ithaca, NY be where I be at, with Spain close on the radar. You Twin-cities-in it up, then. Yeah--You know a restaurant/bar called Hard Times, on the West Bank? Fuckin' killer vegan sandwiches, good coffee, and Somalian grocery stores with sketchy expired imported goods just up the street!
And yeah, I know Hard Times, for sure. I use it as a meeting spot regularly, and I'm in that neighborhood all the freakin time. And fuck yeah Somalian grocery stores with sketchy imported goods!
Well if you ever find yourself out this way again in the next few months, let me treat you to some coffee and sandwiches at Hard Times and we can chat, reminisce and dream of future adventures.
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plus, i need to talk to you about a peruvian chica.
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Peruvian. Hmm. Never understand a damn word they say--talk too fuckin fast. But what dancers.
So. First weekend in May is free, right?
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But sometimes I read what you post here and think irrationally for a moment that I might know you better than I know some of my friends, or that you might just be saying things that I know, things that are true and that I don't have words for.
Somehow, this comment seems fawning and very private. It's not intended that way; it's just that every time you do this it changes something. And I can't put it into any language I speak and it's endlessly frustrating.
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...so Nietzsche would say.
I'm really glad you're there to hear.
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First, as to knowing me: cog-nition? re-cog-nition? Is this an action of putting me into a system, into a chain of events, of present, past, future, as a machine, as a link, to complete the circle of cognition--re-cognition?
that, too, sounds a bit stupid, a bit trite.
So: we've met, at least a few times, in the sense of physical face-to-face, despite all dissimulations.
What if we hadn't?
Do you feel it? Do you hear it? Do you see it? Doesn't matter in which way you sense it--Don't let the words get in the way--if it's there, if there is presence and that presence demands action, act, however you can. If it is an absence, and the absence demands action, act--If it is a presence, and the presence demands inaction--
let us not get bogged down in our normal tracks.
I'm glad you hear me. I'm glad I expand things, press you, which is what you seem to be saying. What I'm saying is, don't let it impede you. Fucking take it, run with it, go somewhere new, because there's nowhere else to go.
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I get this feeling like someday I'll be bragging to people how I studied Indonesian with you, and they'll be genuinely impressed.
Unfortunately, I won't be pursuing Indonesian any further for the time being, though. Spanish calls urgently, and every day I wait to learn it is a day too long. It's a crime that I don't speak a lick of it. Somali is next in line. I've begun volunteering in a high school ESL class, and made some real connections with some kids from Somalia: Abdullahi and Ahmed. It was already up there because it's one of the most useful things to know around the Twin Cities, especially if you spend any time in the area around the U of M's West Bank. But now I'm sure I need to learn it - it's personal. Too bad Madison doesn't offer it. It might just have to wait...
Man, we have to hang out sometime when I move back to Madison. Seriously.
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Truth be told, I'm not in Madison right now. Ithaca, NY be where I be at, with Spain close on the radar. You Twin-cities-in it up, then. Yeah--You know a restaurant/bar called Hard Times, on the West Bank? Fuckin' killer vegan sandwiches, good coffee, and Somalian grocery stores with sketchy expired imported goods just up the street!
Man, I miss that neighborhood.
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And yeah, I know Hard Times, for sure. I use it as a meeting spot regularly, and I'm in that neighborhood all the freakin time. And fuck yeah Somalian grocery stores with sketchy imported goods!
Well if you ever find yourself out this way again in the next few months, let me treat you to some coffee and sandwiches at Hard Times and we can chat, reminisce and dream of future adventures.
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Fuckin' glad to be alive, despite it all.
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