i have introduced a new journal at:
http://bakingphilosophy.blogspot.com/

livejournal, you have been good to me, but you are so thoroughly tied up with that which has come to pass i feel a necessity for something else.

feel free to check it out and all that.

clownfish phoning home

this is also following considerations of the dalai lama's writing on quantum mechanics and nagarjuna's statements on emptiness... maybe something from zaphod considering a slice of fairy cake in the hitch-hikers' guide series ( Read more... )

gretchen once posed this question to me because, she felt, we needed a certain articulation involving both of our perspectives. it also comes about that this provides a useful question around which i can frame some thoughts i have ( Read more... )

no matter where i look or what i clean, more evidence of laura arises. it is surprising to discover the nigh endless evidence little gifts she sent me and the reality of the bond that has been disintegrating for the past year. the time before last summer has distinct characteristics from the past year ( Read more... )

knowing this characteristic, that reaction, even knowing how the cat in the box resolves, it doesn't fix the problem of what actually happens. i could come to loathe how knowledge does not equal power, how understanding does not impact results. daedalus may not know how to navigate the labyrinth. my dice roll predictably and i end up betting ( Read more... )

a fork-spoon, a tin of candies, an old letter, an undelivered package... these things appear out of the aether of time and i know not where to place them in my life; hronir scattered about, awaiting discovery, as if knowing that their reality is coming to be. nevertheless, what is immediate, what is coming into being are the corporeal actions of ( Read more... )

so, having traveled the globe, or at least breaching the equator, i have returned to bike, read, scoop ice cream, bake bread, clean house, and make long phone calls to friends near and far ( Read more... )

i am in belem, brasil. para dialect is funny sounding and confusing. i have been writing in my travel log (wanderingcaleb) but am not always able to post because of lack of internet.

i enjoy letters and emails (to my gmail account, not school0. soon i will start composing letters.

love and kisses,
c

whitney was at pizza hut when i picked up the medium mushroom pizza for my mother. i knew that she was engaged or married. bewilderment has settled in as a regular part of my experience due to choices i cannot imagine making for another five years. somewhere in the mess is awe, but what i find more of is an eerie displacement ( Read more... )

small explosions in my eyes, thunderous reverberations in my ribcage; there is an alien energy in me and it has no where to go. for now, only, i suppose. in two days i leave for miami, in three for brasil ( Read more... )