I stumbled upon this today. It seems very simple, but at the same time sweet and very meaningful. I like it, I think I could make one. You could hide a lot of cool things by using audio as art in a container like that.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
A Father's Love
Meet young Tobias Funke:
Here he is, looking at his father, wishing that his father loved him:
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| From Jun 30, 2011 |
Here he is, looking at his father, wishing that his father loved him:
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| From Jun 30, 2011 |
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Roasted Sweet Potato Fries
Ingredients
2 large sweet potatoes, peeled
1/4 cup freshly squeezed orange juice
1 tablespoon vegetable oil, plus 2 teaspoons
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper, or to taste
Directions
Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.
Cut the sweet potatoes into 1/2-inch squared strips (fry shape) and put them into a large bowl.
In a small saucepan, combine the orange juice, 1 tablespoon of oil, salt and pepper, to taste, the ground ginger and cayenne pepper. Simmer for 2 to 3 minutes, whisking until reduced to a thick consistency. Remove from the heat, pour over the sweet potatoes and toss to coat.
Rub 2 teaspoons of remaining vegetable oil on a rimmed nonstick baking sheet or use a silicone liner and omit oil. Arrange the sweet potato strips on the prepared baking sheet and bake until brown, about 25 minutes, turning after about 10 to 12 minutes. Serve with honey on the side or drizzled on top of fries.
2 large sweet potatoes, peeled
1/4 cup freshly squeezed orange juice
1 tablespoon vegetable oil, plus 2 teaspoons
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper, or to taste
Directions
Preheat the oven to 450 degrees F.
Cut the sweet potatoes into 1/2-inch squared strips (fry shape) and put them into a large bowl.
In a small saucepan, combine the orange juice, 1 tablespoon of oil, salt and pepper, to taste, the ground ginger and cayenne pepper. Simmer for 2 to 3 minutes, whisking until reduced to a thick consistency. Remove from the heat, pour over the sweet potatoes and toss to coat.
Rub 2 teaspoons of remaining vegetable oil on a rimmed nonstick baking sheet or use a silicone liner and omit oil. Arrange the sweet potato strips on the prepared baking sheet and bake until brown, about 25 minutes, turning after about 10 to 12 minutes. Serve with honey on the side or drizzled on top of fries.
Celebration of Death
The dream is the herald, the little death the reflection of the final one.
But then you need to feel good again.
But then you need to feel good again.
Barmecidal
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow (I would argue that writing is not as socially acceptable as Doctorow espouses, given how often writers are actually allowed out into society. Writers only happen to be in self imposed chains to their books and word processors, and self medicated by the cheapest alcohol available.)
I love writing.
Very Old Things
I wrote a few original paragraphs today, they are after the video. I'd very much appreciate comments from anyone who reads this about them. Thank you for reading!
Symmetry moped about the dimly lit cellar all saturday morning. Generally feeling disinclined toward any average activity above ground, Symmetry found the level of darkness and hummidity filling the tiny space below her parents home perfectly matched everything Symmetry felt inside herself. Languid, Symmetry thought, feeling satisfaction through her vocabulary usage. Languid is exactly how I would say I'm feeling. Languid and listless. Though, listless in the way that lacks enthusiasm, not lacking energy. I feel like a great coil latched tight with no key to release my spring into its violent explosion, though quivering with all sorts of tension, leaving me with metaphor as my only tool for expressing it! Subconsciously, Symmetry understood a similar unenthusiastic tension resounded through every corner of her self imposed prison, though her melodramatic exploration of language and internally expounding the difficulty others must experience trying to understand her prevented Symmetry from feeling anything unusual.
These feelings typified the last few years since Symmetry threw her twelveth birthday party. That wild energy coiled ever more tightly inside her with every passing month, constantly winding and steadily filling Symmetry till steadying her hands became an impossible chore, causing the fall of this dark curtain over everything in her life. The cellar, however, waited impatiently with its burden since long before Symmetry had ever been born. Lurked. Symmetry might use the word lurked if her preoccupations would allow these feelings in the dark through.
Symmetry moped about the dimly lit cellar all saturday morning. Generally feeling disinclined toward any average activity above ground, Symmetry found the level of darkness and hummidity filling the tiny space below her parents home perfectly matched everything Symmetry felt inside herself. Languid, Symmetry thought, feeling satisfaction through her vocabulary usage. Languid is exactly how I would say I'm feeling. Languid and listless. Though, listless in the way that lacks enthusiasm, not lacking energy. I feel like a great coil latched tight with no key to release my spring into its violent explosion, though quivering with all sorts of tension, leaving me with metaphor as my only tool for expressing it! Subconsciously, Symmetry understood a similar unenthusiastic tension resounded through every corner of her self imposed prison, though her melodramatic exploration of language and internally expounding the difficulty others must experience trying to understand her prevented Symmetry from feeling anything unusual.
These feelings typified the last few years since Symmetry threw her twelveth birthday party. That wild energy coiled ever more tightly inside her with every passing month, constantly winding and steadily filling Symmetry till steadying her hands became an impossible chore, causing the fall of this dark curtain over everything in her life. The cellar, however, waited impatiently with its burden since long before Symmetry had ever been born. Lurked. Symmetry might use the word lurked if her preoccupations would allow these feelings in the dark through.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
It Would Forever Unfit Him to be a Slave.
I'm basically posting to share two websites that I feel are very important. The first is a list of 20 websites dedicated to free ebooks. The second analyzes every bill that passes through congress, makes the information easily available and posts them in order, then allows you to state your opinion, and makes it easy to contact your representatives on the issues you care about. Votetocracy is a very cool website.
Frederick Douglas included some very important bits about education in the narrative of his life:
"Learning would spoil the best nigger in the world. Now," said he, "if you teach that nigger (speaking of myself) how to read, there would be no keeping him. It would forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master. As to himself, it could do him no good, but a great deal of harm. It would make him discontented and unhappy." These words sank deep into my heart, stirred up sentiments within that lay slumbering, and called into existence an entirely new train of thought. It was a new and special revelation, explaining dark and mysterious things, with which my youthful understanding had struggled, but struggled in vain. I now understood what had been to me a most perplexing difficulty--to wit, the white man's power to enslave the black man.
Whilst I was saddened by the thought of losing the aid of my kind mistress, I was gladdened by the invaluable instruction which, by the merest accident, I had gained from my master. Though conscious of the difficulty of learning without a teacher, I set out with high hope, and a fixed purpose, at whatever cost of trouble, to learn how to read. The very decided manner with which he spoke, and strove to impress his wife with the evil consequences of giving me instruction, served to convince me that he was deeply sensible of the truths he was uttering. It gave me the best assurance that I might rely with the utmost confidence on the results which, he said, would flow from teaching me to read.
These words I treasure and hold dear in my heart as a glowing beacon of the greatest weapon there ever was against oppression and despair.
Frederick Douglas included some very important bits about education in the narrative of his life:
"Learning would spoil the best nigger in the world. Now," said he, "if you teach that nigger (speaking of myself) how to read, there would be no keeping him. It would forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master. As to himself, it could do him no good, but a great deal of harm. It would make him discontented and unhappy." These words sank deep into my heart, stirred up sentiments within that lay slumbering, and called into existence an entirely new train of thought. It was a new and special revelation, explaining dark and mysterious things, with which my youthful understanding had struggled, but struggled in vain. I now understood what had been to me a most perplexing difficulty--to wit, the white man's power to enslave the black man.
Whilst I was saddened by the thought of losing the aid of my kind mistress, I was gladdened by the invaluable instruction which, by the merest accident, I had gained from my master. Though conscious of the difficulty of learning without a teacher, I set out with high hope, and a fixed purpose, at whatever cost of trouble, to learn how to read. The very decided manner with which he spoke, and strove to impress his wife with the evil consequences of giving me instruction, served to convince me that he was deeply sensible of the truths he was uttering. It gave me the best assurance that I might rely with the utmost confidence on the results which, he said, would flow from teaching me to read.
These words I treasure and hold dear in my heart as a glowing beacon of the greatest weapon there ever was against oppression and despair.
Book With a Bang
Batman. That's all I have to say about that.
Amazon is selling these very reasonably priced and deep and expansive science fiction anthologies. I am so much in heaven that I honestly can't read them all. I got the science fiction megapack a while back, and it will serve me well, I'll think about buying more books when I'm done with the ones I have.
I still have to read the 11th Sookie Stackhouse novel, Dead Reckoning. Not that I'm going to buy it on kindle. Publishers are asking for 12.99$ for that book. It does NOT include sharing, which is why I can't borrow it from a friend. That is more expensive than a paperback, on top of that, I can't loan it out, I can't resell it, and it costs the publisher less money to send it to me than to print a book. Am I being stingy in expecting a sub 10$ price point for digital novels? Please tell me that I am the sane one, and the publishers are evil for charging THAT grade price for a pulp fiction grade novel in a digital format and disabling sharing... because I honestly need to hear people agree with me on this. I need to hear people agree that it is not okay, and it is not worth buying for that much money.
That type of terrible value just makes me mad.
At least Amazon has a ridiculous list of great free music from really entertaining bands. There is something there for everyone.
Amazon is selling these very reasonably priced and deep and expansive science fiction anthologies. I am so much in heaven that I honestly can't read them all. I got the science fiction megapack a while back, and it will serve me well, I'll think about buying more books when I'm done with the ones I have.
I still have to read the 11th Sookie Stackhouse novel, Dead Reckoning. Not that I'm going to buy it on kindle. Publishers are asking for 12.99$ for that book. It does NOT include sharing, which is why I can't borrow it from a friend. That is more expensive than a paperback, on top of that, I can't loan it out, I can't resell it, and it costs the publisher less money to send it to me than to print a book. Am I being stingy in expecting a sub 10$ price point for digital novels? Please tell me that I am the sane one, and the publishers are evil for charging THAT grade price for a pulp fiction grade novel in a digital format and disabling sharing... because I honestly need to hear people agree with me on this. I need to hear people agree that it is not okay, and it is not worth buying for that much money.
That type of terrible value just makes me mad.
At least Amazon has a ridiculous list of great free music from really entertaining bands. There is something there for everyone.
Monday, June 27, 2011
A Will Finds A Way
"It is not enough to have a good mind; the main thing is to use it well." - Rene Descartes
I am going to cook BBQ pasta salad for dinner tonight. I have cooked this recipe many times and every time I make it I find that I love it just that much more. I am going to look forward to dinner tonight.
1 teaspoon vegetable oil
8 ounces smoked sausage , kielbasa, or deli ham
Table salt
1 pound elbow macaroni
1 red bell pepper , seeded and chopped fine
1 rib celery , chopped fine
4 scallions , sliced thin
2 tablespoons cider vinegar
1 teaspoon hot sauce
1 teaspoon chili powder
1/8 teaspoon garlic powder
Pinch cayenne pepper
1 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup barbecue sauce (see note above)
Ground black pepper
1. Heat oil in nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until shimmering. Add meat, cut into 1/2-inch
chunks, and cook until browned, about 5 minutes. Transfer meat to paper-towel-lined plate and set
aside.
2. While meat is cooking, bring 4 quarts water to boil in large pot. Add 1 tablespoon salt and macaroni
and cook until nearly tender, about 5 minutes. Drain in colander and rinse with cold water until cool,
then drain once more, briefly, so that pasta is still moist; transfer to large bowl.
3. Stir in browned meat, bell pepper, celery, scallions, vinegar, hot sauce, chili powder, garlic powder,
and cayenne pepper, and let sit until flavors are absorbed, about 2 minutes. Stir in mayonnaise and
barbecue sauce and let sit until salad is no longer watery, about 5 minutes. Season with salt and pepper
and serve. (The salad can be covered and refrigerated for up to 2 days. Check seasonings before
serving.)
I am going to cook BBQ pasta salad for dinner tonight. I have cooked this recipe many times and every time I make it I find that I love it just that much more. I am going to look forward to dinner tonight.
1 teaspoon vegetable oil
8 ounces smoked sausage , kielbasa, or deli ham
Table salt
1 pound elbow macaroni
1 red bell pepper , seeded and chopped fine
1 rib celery , chopped fine
4 scallions , sliced thin
2 tablespoons cider vinegar
1 teaspoon hot sauce
1 teaspoon chili powder
1/8 teaspoon garlic powder
Pinch cayenne pepper
1 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup barbecue sauce (see note above)
Ground black pepper
1. Heat oil in nonstick skillet over medium-high heat until shimmering. Add meat, cut into 1/2-inch
chunks, and cook until browned, about 5 minutes. Transfer meat to paper-towel-lined plate and set
aside.
2. While meat is cooking, bring 4 quarts water to boil in large pot. Add 1 tablespoon salt and macaroni
and cook until nearly tender, about 5 minutes. Drain in colander and rinse with cold water until cool,
then drain once more, briefly, so that pasta is still moist; transfer to large bowl.
3. Stir in browned meat, bell pepper, celery, scallions, vinegar, hot sauce, chili powder, garlic powder,
and cayenne pepper, and let sit until flavors are absorbed, about 2 minutes. Stir in mayonnaise and
barbecue sauce and let sit until salad is no longer watery, about 5 minutes. Season with salt and pepper
and serve. (The salad can be covered and refrigerated for up to 2 days. Check seasonings before
serving.)
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Pankaces for 2 (Instead of 20)
3/4 Cup + 1 Tbsp Flour
1 Tbsp Baking powder
2 Tbsp Sugar
1/4 Tsp salt
1 Tsp Vanilla
1 Tbsp Lemon Juice
3/4 Cup Milk
1 Egg
2 Parts love. Not really, you could probably make these with hate, or whatever. Ambivalence is a good emotion. Meh.
Mix Dry ingredients, then drop in milk and egg and vanilla. Stir lightly, then stir in lemon juice quickly to keep the milk from curdling. Ladle into hot skillet or pancake pan and cook like pancakes, till they bubble through, then flip and cook till firm.
1 Tbsp Baking powder
2 Tbsp Sugar
1/4 Tsp salt
1 Tsp Vanilla
1 Tbsp Lemon Juice
3/4 Cup Milk
1 Egg
2 Parts love. Not really, you could probably make these with hate, or whatever. Ambivalence is a good emotion. Meh.
Mix Dry ingredients, then drop in milk and egg and vanilla. Stir lightly, then stir in lemon juice quickly to keep the milk from curdling. Ladle into hot skillet or pancake pan and cook like pancakes, till they bubble through, then flip and cook till firm.
Live and Let Language
"For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss -- a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world's thirstiest gerbil." - Molly Ringle
There is an amazing beauty to language, and the way you can tie into a single sentence layers within layers of meaning. So much of what we say is defined by context, and that allows a creative person to craft a sentence that means different things to completely different people between contexts. It's even easier when you stop and think about how many words and objects and ideas are already loaded with symbolism to begin with, like a strawberry, or a cup of lemon ice.
Sometimes it's not even just about meaning, you can layer in humor with sincerity and sadness, tying together these multitude of emotions. I hope anyone who reads this is inspired to make a little more love to the words they write and say because of it, if only for a little while.
There is an amazing beauty to language, and the way you can tie into a single sentence layers within layers of meaning. So much of what we say is defined by context, and that allows a creative person to craft a sentence that means different things to completely different people between contexts. It's even easier when you stop and think about how many words and objects and ideas are already loaded with symbolism to begin with, like a strawberry, or a cup of lemon ice.
Sometimes it's not even just about meaning, you can layer in humor with sincerity and sadness, tying together these multitude of emotions. I hope anyone who reads this is inspired to make a little more love to the words they write and say because of it, if only for a little while.
To Brew
I would very much like to brew again in the future. I need a keg fridge in my garage to keep fresh brew in, and I need to have the keg in Justin's apartment closet cut open and gutted and converted into a brew kettle, too. When I have about 300$ spare I'll be able to get all of that done, that's not that big of an investment, but, I don't want to hemorrhage cash and I've had a lot of other expenses lately. I always feel this way after visiting the brewery. They had an excellent Belgium seasonal ale there today. I don't ever get to go, because I work so many weekends and recently I have spent other weekends on tea, but this weekend was a nice little treat.
Friday, June 24, 2011
The Human Race Has One Really Effective Weapon...
...and that is laughter. - Samuel Langhorn Clemens
Watched 4 episodes of firefly tonight for the Can't Stop the Signal firefly netflix marathon party. Changed up Our Mrs Reynolds for Hearts of Gold. As it happens.. just today the new Serenity graphic novel that I ordered today, Shepherd's Tale
, arrived just in time to read tonight between episodes to completely geek out on serenity.
Last night I taught 3 people to play Go, it was incredibly rewarding and all three of the games were challenging and enjoyable. I would love it if I could play all my friends all the time as much as possible. Go problems are also a wonderful way to improve:
White to play
There is a way for White to capture five black stones.
You need to read a few moves ahead to see the answer to this problem.
Watched 4 episodes of firefly tonight for the Can't Stop the Signal firefly netflix marathon party. Changed up Our Mrs Reynolds for Hearts of Gold. As it happens.. just today the new Serenity graphic novel that I ordered today, Shepherd's Tale
, arrived just in time to read tonight between episodes to completely geek out on serenity.Last night I taught 3 people to play Go, it was incredibly rewarding and all three of the games were challenging and enjoyable. I would love it if I could play all my friends all the time as much as possible. Go problems are also a wonderful way to improve:
White to play
There is a way for White to capture five black stones.
You need to read a few moves ahead to see the answer to this problem.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
This Is La Vie En Rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
Ratatouille is my favorite Pixar movie... but this video is for everyone who has a special place in their heart for any of their miraculously touching films:
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
Ratatouille is my favorite Pixar movie... but this video is for everyone who has a special place in their heart for any of their miraculously touching films:
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Summer Reading
This has been an amazing summer for reading so far. I've gone through so many books and graphic novels, my head is spinning just thinking about it. I have been devouring them voraciously. Thought I'd put together a quick list of what I've been reading if I can remember them all. I may leave some out on accident, and these will be in no particular order.
Maps in a Mirror collection of books by Orson Scott Card
Deathnote Manga 1-4(so far)
Sookie Stackhouse anthology of books that True Blood is based on. I've read books 1-10, and today I finished the short stories.
Kiss Me, Stranger: An Illustrated Novel(I highly recommend this short novella)
Re Reading the Hellboy Library Collection
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep the graphic novels
The Science Fiction Megapack
on my Kindle
I have a lot of fiction to talk about to whoever wont miss their ears, on top of a lot of other media that I am absorbing. Plus.. I've been studying my Go game, and doing some teaching. Will blog more about that some other time. Now for something completely different:
Maps in a Mirror collection of books by Orson Scott Card
Deathnote Manga 1-4(so far)
Sookie Stackhouse anthology of books that True Blood is based on. I've read books 1-10, and today I finished the short stories.
Kiss Me, Stranger: An Illustrated Novel(I highly recommend this short novella)
Re Reading the Hellboy Library Collection
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep the graphic novels
The Science Fiction Megapack
on my KindleI have a lot of fiction to talk about to whoever wont miss their ears, on top of a lot of other media that I am absorbing. Plus.. I've been studying my Go game, and doing some teaching. Will blog more about that some other time. Now for something completely different:
The Language of Hate
(7:36:57 PM) anon: I've watched the BET
(7:37:08 PM) Reztesie: Oh, god... are you going to be okay?
(7:38:05 PM) anon: possibly
(7:38:16 PM) Reztesie: I'm so sorry :( why did you do that?
(7:39:14 PM) anon: i was told that it had bitches, so naturally thought that it was about the american kennel club
(7:40:03 PM) anon: but I was wrong.
(7:37:08 PM) Reztesie: Oh, god... are you going to be okay?
(7:38:05 PM) anon: possibly
(7:38:16 PM) Reztesie: I'm so sorry :( why did you do that?
(7:39:14 PM) anon: i was told that it had bitches, so naturally thought that it was about the american kennel club
(7:40:03 PM) anon: but I was wrong.
Sometimes... I Need Someone to Read This to Me
You can find this wonderful book for adults at Amazon and Audible.Go the F**k to Sleep
I post this, because it is 3 am, and I have work at 7 am, and an hour drive there, and I am, clearly, not yet asleep.
*sigh*
Monday, June 20, 2011
New phone...
I keep shopping for new phones, I really want a good android. I love my Cricket service, and my Messager Touch has been an incredible phone, but when I have some spare cash I really want the LG Optimus C because of its ridiculously long talk time battery life.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Sometimes...
Sometimes I'm ashamed when I don't care for a movie. Like Crazy Heart.. I'm trying to watch it, but it hasn't grabbed my attention at all. I barely care what's happening, and I don't even know why I don't care. Maybe it's the story itself. Nothing about it has grabbed my attention and said to me, "Hello, sir, this story is worth paying attention to." So, even though it looks good, and the actors are good, and the dialog is good.. I just.. it's like not watching anything at all. And I feel bad. I do. Because I wish I liked it more than I do.
Read Deathnote book 1 today. John got me 1-4, and I was a little surprised. I knew he knew I liked the anime, though. Great story, pretty much exactly the same as the anime. Love the suspense.
Got new speakers this week, and a new headset, and the free strings for my guitar came in the mail too. The birthday party was... it was really amazing. So many people were there that it was just a really good time. There was some Rock Band 3, some good wine, some good beer, lots of great guitar(real guitar) and singing, and the brisket turned out awesome. There was even some really good chai later on. I cooked a brisket with a really good coffee rub, and the baked beans, as always, were superb, roasted corn fresh for people who were there, and then for dessert I grilled up some rum soaked brown sugar crusted pineapple slices.
Guests of honor: George and Zac, the three of us were celebrating our birthdays. George paid for the food! Extra kudos go to him for making everything possible!
Also at the party was Sean, Jake, Justin, Stacey, Lucy, John, Jeannette, her sister in law, Shuck, Rikki, their kids, my dad, Marry Ellen, Tim, Trent, his girlfriend, Jennifer, Kayla, Kayla's... I think sister in law, and.. I hope I'm not forgetting anyone. At one point all three guitars that I keep at home were being played. IT was amazing. The party ate an entire 12lbs brisket like it was nothing.
THanks to everyone who came for helping to make it a wonderful, memorable, and absolutely beautiful evening!
Read Deathnote book 1 today. John got me 1-4, and I was a little surprised. I knew he knew I liked the anime, though. Great story, pretty much exactly the same as the anime. Love the suspense.
Got new speakers this week, and a new headset, and the free strings for my guitar came in the mail too. The birthday party was... it was really amazing. So many people were there that it was just a really good time. There was some Rock Band 3, some good wine, some good beer, lots of great guitar(real guitar) and singing, and the brisket turned out awesome. There was even some really good chai later on. I cooked a brisket with a really good coffee rub, and the baked beans, as always, were superb, roasted corn fresh for people who were there, and then for dessert I grilled up some rum soaked brown sugar crusted pineapple slices.
Guests of honor: George and Zac, the three of us were celebrating our birthdays. George paid for the food! Extra kudos go to him for making everything possible!
Also at the party was Sean, Jake, Justin, Stacey, Lucy, John, Jeannette, her sister in law, Shuck, Rikki, their kids, my dad, Marry Ellen, Tim, Trent, his girlfriend, Jennifer, Kayla, Kayla's... I think sister in law, and.. I hope I'm not forgetting anyone. At one point all three guitars that I keep at home were being played. IT was amazing. The party ate an entire 12lbs brisket like it was nothing.
THanks to everyone who came for helping to make it a wonderful, memorable, and absolutely beautiful evening!
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Monday, June 06, 2011
"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself."
"Last night I dreamed of things that smelled sweet. I dreamed of orchids and spices and visions of bubbles dancing. Fizz and foam floating free and dancing to unheard music. I dreamed that I could touch this beauty, and it was filled with every emotion from pain to pleasure." - Edward.
There is a beautiful power in making a stranger feel something. To form in a connection of mere minutes a bond powerful enough to evoke a connection deep enough to extract great feeling of validity, pain, pleasure, laughter, even sadness. Tears in particular, though, by themselves cover a wide range of meaning. Language is a beautiful dance, and each emotion has a number of paths to expression, and tears, for instance, can be brought about through a number of ways.
I have made a stranger cry through mean spirited language.
I have made a stranger cry from sympathy.
I have made a stranger cry tears of self healing.
I have made a stranger cry from the relief of unburdening.
I have made a stranger cry from fear.
I was going to say I'm not proud of all of those. I really shouldn't be. And.. on reflection, I'm not proud of any of them at all, pride isn't the right word. It feels like it is until examined closely. It's a path of reflection and appreciation for something that is amazing even when it is terrible as much as it is when it is beautiful. I do wish I could cure the pain I have caused with words that I have said in my moments of weakness. I believe words should be used to heal and to uplift, to inspire and promote excellence in each other.
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." - Anais Nin
It's strange then that I believe strongly in burning the whole world down when everything seems like it is at its best. Burn it to the ground and start from scratch. Light it up and reduce it to blood and ashes, fertilizer for the soil for the new world that grows in its place. Maybe I don't need to resolve these internal conflicts of philosophy. Burn the world. Cry. Laugh. Fucking dance your heart out. Above all things, be good to each other.
And chase your dreams. Don't ever let go cause it's just a dream. Do not EVER let go of a dream.
There is a beautiful power in making a stranger feel something. To form in a connection of mere minutes a bond powerful enough to evoke a connection deep enough to extract great feeling of validity, pain, pleasure, laughter, even sadness. Tears in particular, though, by themselves cover a wide range of meaning. Language is a beautiful dance, and each emotion has a number of paths to expression, and tears, for instance, can be brought about through a number of ways.
I have made a stranger cry through mean spirited language.
I have made a stranger cry from sympathy.
I have made a stranger cry tears of self healing.
I have made a stranger cry from the relief of unburdening.
I have made a stranger cry from fear.
I was going to say I'm not proud of all of those. I really shouldn't be. And.. on reflection, I'm not proud of any of them at all, pride isn't the right word. It feels like it is until examined closely. It's a path of reflection and appreciation for something that is amazing even when it is terrible as much as it is when it is beautiful. I do wish I could cure the pain I have caused with words that I have said in my moments of weakness. I believe words should be used to heal and to uplift, to inspire and promote excellence in each other.
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." - Anais Nin
It's strange then that I believe strongly in burning the whole world down when everything seems like it is at its best. Burn it to the ground and start from scratch. Light it up and reduce it to blood and ashes, fertilizer for the soil for the new world that grows in its place. Maybe I don't need to resolve these internal conflicts of philosophy. Burn the world. Cry. Laugh. Fucking dance your heart out. Above all things, be good to each other.
And chase your dreams. Don't ever let go cause it's just a dream. Do not EVER let go of a dream.
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