Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sunday Zen

Let go over a cliff, die completely, and then come back to life--after that you cannot be deceived.

There is no need to be afraid of beguiling characters and those who would cause you harm by leading you back into the darkness once you've seen-and experienced-the light. But first, you must take the time and energy to go there. The light, that is.

The light is a scary place. Truth can be frightening. That's why few find it and fewer use it once they have. But, friends, if you can unravel yourselves to what is known and what is real then you will find that you have become a very powerful being indeed. So powerful that you will tear through lies and misconceptions without blinking. Because you are not afraid of the Truths that they hide.

Friday, February 26, 2010

It's best if You just get out of the Way

We are dangerous boys. We will fuck your shit up.

No, no, no. It's not that we're threatening physical violence. We're bringing something far greater than that, something vastly more powerful. For physical violence and personal injury will pass. They are temporary. What we have come up with is going to last much, much longer: Ideas. Thoughts.

That's right, we've come screaming into the marketplace-of-ideas with basketsful and we're hurling them around like so many pieces of ticker tape and garland.

We grew up learning that fire was hot by getting burned. Finding out what's at the bottom of a lake by holding our breaths and diving down. We've got scars. We've got memories and broken hearts.

We are not afraid to lose ourselves in the moment. We are not afraid to reflect on that panic later over a pint.

We will walk for miles because we have nothing else to do. Or simply cancel other plans so that we may walk.

But you should rest assured that once we've walked, woken up, sobered and retrospected, we'll have all sorts of things to say. And you, dear sir or madame, should listen. We want to change some things. We have become disillusioned and we are ready to start something else entirely. We may use our own voices. We may use entire volumes of others. Or we may cherry-pick quotes that fit our purposes(and we won't give a shit when you call us out on it).

We are here to make a difference and it's our choice. That you should recognize for certain. To see that we've chosen is to understand that we have decided minds. We're committed.

Oh, don't think we're close-minded. Quite the contrary, we are very open to new ideas. That is what makes us so dangerous. We're so open to new ideas that our very receptiveness frightens you. We will be more than happy to hear you out. And we can be very nice about things we like. But if we do not like something, oh, if we do not like something, we will let you know. Understand that we will try to be kind. But we don't have time to dilly-dally. We are in a hurry to put things into motion.

We invite you to join us. But if you are too secure in the old ways, the old days, then, please, step aside and let us get things done.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week


Now, if you look this one up it may ask you use a long I at the beginning but I don't want you to do that. Move quickly past the I then sit on that C. Drag it out just a bit. Not too lispy or serpentine but defined. Also, the dictionary may direct you towards a "sh" sound for the T but again I have a different idea. Pronounce the T just before you "sh". And, as always, hold that S at the end.
Don't let life keep you from being alive
We have so many things to do. Appointments, chores, homework, jobs and duties innumerable. Please, take pleasure in those moments in between. Walk a little slower. Tilt your head so that people think you have a crick in your neck. Talk to yourself. Dance poorly and to the music that plays in your head.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Wednesday's Sexy Word of the Week


I know, I know. This isn't really a vocabulary lesson. Everyone knows what this thing is. That's not the point! Say it, dude. The hard CH at the beginning shouldn't put you off a bit. The Y should draw you in, especially since it's pronounced like a short I. And pretty much any NTH combo should be perfect. The way it makes you put your tongue between your teeth is almost more than I should think about, sitting here all alone with my legs crossed.

A Treatise on the Philosophy of Paper

As I walked down the school supply aisle the other day at work(just because i was headed somewhere else, not on purpose), I found myself looking longingly and critically at the notebooks, judging which would suit my writings better and feeling the urge to purchase those.

I have plenty of paper. Loose sheets for the printer or typewriter. Three leather-bound journals. One Moleskine that I keep in my bag that's always with me and one on the desk. Spiral notebooks with college-rule paper abound in every room, it seems. There's that big hardback notebook in which I have begun my novel.

All that is not to mention how many books lie in every room and on every surface just begging to be read and scribbled in.

And yet, I want more. Is it a subconscious thing? Not anymore, I guess.

I just like the way it feels. I like the sound of the pen(fountain or other) and pencil on it. It smells good. Moves under your hand in just the direction you need so that your lines will droop slightly at the end of its unruled sheet. Or has that hard red line on the left to show you where to start and that soft red line on the right as a polite suggestion that you stop but it really doesn't matter, does it?

No matter how full a sheet may seem, there is always a little bit more that you can fit onto it. And you can put whatever you want, wherever you want. Want to practice shading here? Want to put a poem here? Your name? Date? A flower? A skull? It doesn't matter. The paper willingly stores it for you. Keeping it right there until that time that you shall need it again.

I love paper.