oh, fuck, i forgot to eat anything protein-like this morning with my cereal. the cereal having already been consumed by itself 3.5 hours ago, i can honestly say i am ready for lunch at 10AM. starving! but i will push through because it's what you do when times get rough, when the grumbling in your stomach is insatiable, when the turning over of acids is audible by your coworkers... when the rest of your coffee just won't cut it. surprisingly enough, coffee time coffee is pretty good. not french-roast-in-a-french-press good, but it's consumable without any sort of gagging or muscular twitch which may or may not land the whole cup in the garbage.
but aside from my hunger to eat something containing iron and to allow it to float through my veins at a regulated pace, i am also thinking about creating. speaking of creating remember the creation story? what a riot! people always compare God-creating to human creation and say it's different 'cause somehow there are sparkles and maybe a bunny will come out of a hat. but when humans create things, it's in the same way that the Bible describes as God's method: take what's there and make something else, something better, something needed and useful. though the jury's still out on why He may or may not have created us, but i digress.
what's with that capital 'h'? does God care about punctuation, too?
so yes, it's true, i am starting work on a photography collaboration with a new person whom i met over craigslist, and whom i had a meeting with this past sunday. i am terribly paranoid about sharing any of the details of our idea, brainstorming, or plans with anyone, so don't ask. when it's done you will know, and you will know us by the coming of greatness... greatness that will infect your eyehole, even both of your eyeholes at once! it's true. visine will clear that right up.
and then there's the music, the tunes, the release, the relief... my relief. i sometimes get stuck in ruts of thinking that it always comes back to people, but it doesn't. the truth of the matter is that whenever i misplace myself for whatever reason, it comes back to two things: my music and my books. people find it hard to understand why i always buy books and not borrow them- it's because they are my best friends and do not question or judge my choices, but knit me cozy ideas to wrap around myself. i find comfort in words if not only because words are as indescribable as the events in our lives that they attempt to convey.
where was i going with this? picked up my guitar again after a long hiatus from playing. always forgetting how good it feels to play, always forgetting why i started in the first place. the tiny things that jog your memory- every time i pull out my credit card i remember how the first purchase i made, oh so many moons ago, was a used Cort from Cash Converters. of course, neither of those things are around anymore- the Cort was stolen from a friend's house. but my Takamine, well, it was worth the thievery (no matter how much stealing pisses me off). need new strings, new strings for new music. i've got some song ideas, some good ideas.
start slow, don't run, be calm, cool... collected. keep the pace of yourself not of others. there is always someone trying to get around you and there is always someone blocking you- the subway system is a metaphor for life. no rushing if you're not late, push yourself for better- better isn't faster or more aggressive, it's quite simply... staying in sync with yourself. all of these thoughts from the past couple days of realignment, all cliches, but that is of no consequence.
i have ideas and plans and goals, drugs smiles and lots of love, so quit your fucking whining!
but aside from my hunger to eat something containing iron and to allow it to float through my veins at a regulated pace, i am also thinking about creating. speaking of creating remember the creation story? what a riot! people always compare God-creating to human creation and say it's different 'cause somehow there are sparkles and maybe a bunny will come out of a hat. but when humans create things, it's in the same way that the Bible describes as God's method: take what's there and make something else, something better, something needed and useful. though the jury's still out on why He may or may not have created us, but i digress.
what's with that capital 'h'? does God care about punctuation, too?
so yes, it's true, i am starting work on a photography collaboration with a new person whom i met over craigslist, and whom i had a meeting with this past sunday. i am terribly paranoid about sharing any of the details of our idea, brainstorming, or plans with anyone, so don't ask. when it's done you will know, and you will know us by the coming of greatness... greatness that will infect your eyehole, even both of your eyeholes at once! it's true. visine will clear that right up.
and then there's the music, the tunes, the release, the relief... my relief. i sometimes get stuck in ruts of thinking that it always comes back to people, but it doesn't. the truth of the matter is that whenever i misplace myself for whatever reason, it comes back to two things: my music and my books. people find it hard to understand why i always buy books and not borrow them- it's because they are my best friends and do not question or judge my choices, but knit me cozy ideas to wrap around myself. i find comfort in words if not only because words are as indescribable as the events in our lives that they attempt to convey.
where was i going with this? picked up my guitar again after a long hiatus from playing. always forgetting how good it feels to play, always forgetting why i started in the first place. the tiny things that jog your memory- every time i pull out my credit card i remember how the first purchase i made, oh so many moons ago, was a used Cort from Cash Converters. of course, neither of those things are around anymore- the Cort was stolen from a friend's house. but my Takamine, well, it was worth the thievery (no matter how much stealing pisses me off). need new strings, new strings for new music. i've got some song ideas, some good ideas.
start slow, don't run, be calm, cool... collected. keep the pace of yourself not of others. there is always someone trying to get around you and there is always someone blocking you- the subway system is a metaphor for life. no rushing if you're not late, push yourself for better- better isn't faster or more aggressive, it's quite simply... staying in sync with yourself. all of these thoughts from the past couple days of realignment, all cliches, but that is of no consequence.
i have ideas and plans and goals, drugs smiles and lots of love, so quit your fucking whining!
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