ok guys, i'm moving. all of the ranting, snarking, whining, and dismemberment of my adult life can be found at: http://pennylanesprose.tumblr.com/
i still will be hating zooey deschanel and refusing to capitalize my posts. neat.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
bring on the thunderclouds.
i dont have the emotional or mental capacity to type down anything that would honestly reflect the state of my being tonight, but i do have two really important things to share.
1. zooey deschanel not winning a golden globe gave me more excitement than watching the newt gingrich poll numbers decline so rapidly.
2. ansel adams is a crazy, rambling genius. i am super guilty of always seeing that somebody has published a quotation, glazing over it, and moving on. but i actually sat down and read this short little note, and i think it's pretty great. so, check it out...
Dear Cedric,
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that related to those who are loved and those who are real friends.
For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be.
Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things. Children are not only of flesh and blood — children may be ideas, thoughts, emotions. The person of the one who is loved is a form composed of a myriad mirrors reflecting and illuminating the powers and thoughts and the emotions that are within you, and flashing another kind of light from within. No words or deeds may encompass it.
Friendship is another form of love — more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptance of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality.
Art is both love and friendship, and understanding; the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of Things, it is more than kindness which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these.
I wish the thundercloud had moved up over Tahoe and let loose on you; I could wish you nothing finer.
Ansel
...i know, right?
something of substance is brewing, but right now i need to devote my evening to watching rich, old, fat white men talk about how in touch they are with the latino vote.
1. zooey deschanel not winning a golden globe gave me more excitement than watching the newt gingrich poll numbers decline so rapidly.
2. ansel adams is a crazy, rambling genius. i am super guilty of always seeing that somebody has published a quotation, glazing over it, and moving on. but i actually sat down and read this short little note, and i think it's pretty great. so, check it out...
Dear Cedric,
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that related to those who are loved and those who are real friends.
For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be.
Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance of all spiritual and physical things. Children are not only of flesh and blood — children may be ideas, thoughts, emotions. The person of the one who is loved is a form composed of a myriad mirrors reflecting and illuminating the powers and thoughts and the emotions that are within you, and flashing another kind of light from within. No words or deeds may encompass it.
Friendship is another form of love — more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptance of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality.
Art is both love and friendship, and understanding; the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of Things, it is more than kindness which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is the recreation on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the inter-relations of these.
I wish the thundercloud had moved up over Tahoe and let loose on you; I could wish you nothing finer.
Ansel
...i know, right?
something of substance is brewing, but right now i need to devote my evening to watching rich, old, fat white men talk about how in touch they are with the latino vote.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
no offense, but fuck your birthday.
item 1: welcome back from the intoxicating break from reality known as christmas & new years.
item 2: bunker hill students, i hope you missed me as much as i missed you!
item 3: yes, i watched that video of zooey deschanel & joseph gordon levitt singing about new years and generally being great pals. yes, i want to kill myself. and yes, SHE STILL SUCKS.
item 4: your birthday hype is dumb.
yes you, 27 year old wearing a sash and tiara that proclaim "BIRTHDAY GIRL" in glitter that is shedding all over the bar and other people's drinks.
yes you, 32 year old who has dragged your friends, family, co-workers, and other acquaintances out for a week long affair of dinners and toasts and cupcakes and other horse shit.
yes you, freshly turned 19 year old who rents a limo and scoots the border over to canada so she can get fondled by dj anthony at rumors nightclub and throw up a long island iced tea all over the homeland security officer on the way back. (oops, that one got a little hometown. BUFFALOVE.)
i want to preface this by saying that i am not an overly sour person. i had a healthy childhood, there is no tragic event associated with my birthday, and i am not claiming to be the authority on how everyone should go about celebratory business. HOWEVER, i am drawing a line in the sand on the multi-day birthday bonanza. and here's why.
your birthday isn't an accomplishment. the only thing you did to earn your birthday was not die for another 365 days. but everyone should have a day where they feel special. so ok. have your day. one day. singular. uno. 2 minus 1.
but there are these people who exist across many generations that can't have one party. they need to have dinner with the besties, drinks with co-workers, a family celebration, a party at a hip venue, a night out with just the significant other, a day for the presents, and then a day for pampering and "me time." why? because you finished a marathon? cured cancer? got a promotion at work? no. you aged. you are closer to death. and furthermore, the odds are high that you've been this vain for a long time, and i, as one of those friends/co-workers/family members have been saving my money for the past 360 days since your last tour-de-france length celebration. COME ON.
lets put this in perspective with the western, monotheistic world. this subset of the global population is really proud of one dude: jesus. i'm nowhere near religious, but all in all, we westerners think he was cool. he helped his neighbors, was a handy carpenter, and was epically quotable. so how do we celebrate his birthday? by going to mass for (maybe) 2 hours and then spending the rest of the day/night giving everybody BUT the birthday boy gifts and stuffing our faces. so if we're not going to go on a celebration-palooza for jc, why are we going on one for that chick from work who has too big of an ego?
again, everyone should have a day where they feel happy & loved. i completely support the notion of telling those you love how much you love them on special days. but i don't support beating the dead horse that is your birthday into the ground for upward of five days because you have nothing else to celebrate. refocus that energy on something else, and let us poor (fiscally and emotionally) souls not have to break into a third round of the world's most un-harmonious song. at least for 363 more days.
item 2: bunker hill students, i hope you missed me as much as i missed you!
item 3: yes, i watched that video of zooey deschanel & joseph gordon levitt singing about new years and generally being great pals. yes, i want to kill myself. and yes, SHE STILL SUCKS.
item 4: your birthday hype is dumb.
yes you, 27 year old wearing a sash and tiara that proclaim "BIRTHDAY GIRL" in glitter that is shedding all over the bar and other people's drinks.
yes you, 32 year old who has dragged your friends, family, co-workers, and other acquaintances out for a week long affair of dinners and toasts and cupcakes and other horse shit.
yes you, freshly turned 19 year old who rents a limo and scoots the border over to canada so she can get fondled by dj anthony at rumors nightclub and throw up a long island iced tea all over the homeland security officer on the way back. (oops, that one got a little hometown. BUFFALOVE.)
i want to preface this by saying that i am not an overly sour person. i had a healthy childhood, there is no tragic event associated with my birthday, and i am not claiming to be the authority on how everyone should go about celebratory business. HOWEVER, i am drawing a line in the sand on the multi-day birthday bonanza. and here's why.
your birthday isn't an accomplishment. the only thing you did to earn your birthday was not die for another 365 days. but everyone should have a day where they feel special. so ok. have your day. one day. singular. uno. 2 minus 1.
but there are these people who exist across many generations that can't have one party. they need to have dinner with the besties, drinks with co-workers, a family celebration, a party at a hip venue, a night out with just the significant other, a day for the presents, and then a day for pampering and "me time." why? because you finished a marathon? cured cancer? got a promotion at work? no. you aged. you are closer to death. and furthermore, the odds are high that you've been this vain for a long time, and i, as one of those friends/co-workers/family members have been saving my money for the past 360 days since your last tour-de-france length celebration. COME ON.
lets put this in perspective with the western, monotheistic world. this subset of the global population is really proud of one dude: jesus. i'm nowhere near religious, but all in all, we westerners think he was cool. he helped his neighbors, was a handy carpenter, and was epically quotable. so how do we celebrate his birthday? by going to mass for (maybe) 2 hours and then spending the rest of the day/night giving everybody BUT the birthday boy gifts and stuffing our faces. so if we're not going to go on a celebration-palooza for jc, why are we going on one for that chick from work who has too big of an ego?
again, everyone should have a day where they feel happy & loved. i completely support the notion of telling those you love how much you love them on special days. but i don't support beating the dead horse that is your birthday into the ground for upward of five days because you have nothing else to celebrate. refocus that energy on something else, and let us poor (fiscally and emotionally) souls not have to break into a third round of the world's most un-harmonious song. at least for 363 more days.
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