to bakers, grocers, lawyers and such.
Are we prepared to face the cold
when such great warmth lay behind us?
Blarg, stupid mosquito bites. went camping, and I think they'd pass over people just to get to me. Should I be worried or perhaps take it as a compliment? Being tasty ain't nothing to sneeze at ;) The rest though was most enjoyable. Conversed with many great people I hope to remain in contact with. Great fires and peaceful groves, whispering lakes and spinning stars.
A little quiet time out in the woods, give you time to think, to rumble over your life and the choices you've made, give a little editing to how you do things. I saw the hermit in my heart, the shadowed miser who sneers and scoffs, with walls built around his home that keep himself in as much as others out.
How, I wonder, if we desired something in ourselves to be a certain way, can we change it, knowing that we don't want to?
How, when looking out the window at the bright and shinning day, could we feel anything but optimistic? It is a joyous feeling, but never stays. perhaps I can bottle same, to save for a gloomy day.
Oh, and if anyone asks, I was never here.
It makes you take stock of your life. You don't want to, because in a negative context, but there's little choice in the matter. What we have and don't, what we've done and havn't, time used, time killed, regrets, rejoices,identity, discontinuity, life, unlife, and what's in between.
Think there's a service on Saturday, so that'll be my weekend plans. Grief in a painful thing, I'm never quite sure how to alleviate it in others, but I'll try none the less. I have to try. I suck at healing people, but I can't see them suffering and do nothing about it.
Their loss gives me pause, and drive me to determination, restoring any connections witih my own people that has faded with lack of use. Loosing someone through the natural progression of life (i.e. death) I can accept (sort of), but loosing someone through pure inaction on my part is not somethign I can accept.
Okay, we’ve been in 2009 for a month now, so I guess its time for the yearly reviews. 2008 was filled with a mixture of good times and bad, of long stretches of tedium sprinkled with brief moments of frenzied activity. Like any model, you take measurments long enough and all the results will average out :)
So, over all, 2008 was an enjoyable year to be in. I think in the end it comes down to: “Could I have completely done without that year? Would things in my life be better if I had just skipped it?”. And I’m going to have to go with ‘no’ on that one. 2008 was a pleasant year, lets hope the others continue in such a fashion.
2009 already has its work cut out for it, but seems to be off to a great start. Even with only a month behind us there are things that have made this year worth it. Great events unfold around us, its very exciting :)
The book of the week is The Big Con: The Story of the Confidence Man by David Maurer. The book they used to create the enjoyable flick “The Sting” with Robert Redford and the late Paul Newman. The Big Con follows the tips, tricks, and esspetially the lingo of the con artists in the early part of the 20th century, through the rise and decline of the confidence game. And if I didn’t already know what they were saying, I’ve have no clue what they ment. Reading transcripts of their conversations, I swear it’s a different langauge ;)
oh, right, specifics...ummm....new years was enjoyable, the holiday season was filled with joy, the first two weeks of the year are busy as Locust while the second two are slowed to a crawl. WOuldn't say i'm happy, but perhaps Content is a better descriptor at the moment. Not a bad one at that, either.
Thanksgiving was a pleasant affair, small and easily controllable, less about the actual reason for the holiday and more along the lines of forced nostalgia, a quiet dinner with family, filled with the familiar smells that evoke all of the memories and emotions that go with them.
Planksgiving was a riotous event, where pirates got together and gave thanks for all the swag they’ve swiped over the past year. Its interesting how different the two were, one with family, one with friends, each for the same general purpose but with voraciously different flavored outcomes.
I always enjoy costume parties, specifically what it does to the people attending them.
They seems more comfortable in their skin (well, other peoples skin technically), those layers of neurosis and stiff social contrivances seems to melt away when masks are donned. I don’t know, it seems like mabye a few hours having someone not be themselves does them a world of good, as the day after everyones mood seems to have improved, besides the usual weekend moral boost.
As Samhain winds to a close, we raise a glass to toast those gone before, to fond memories of friends and family, who are never truly out of reach.
My aunt's getting married this friday, just in case Proposition 8 gets approved. I hope it goes well. I've seen other marriages that were 'forced' into expediency because of certain issues, and most of those havn't gone well. Doing it because you have to doesn't seem the best way to go, but far better to get married now than never I guess.
I'm in the midsts of a crazy busy couple of weeks, with is pretty surprising as I'm only part time employed with almost no social life. Things just kinda snuck up on me, all of a sudden *BOOM* I actualy have to schedule stuff so things won't conflict. Crazy.
The highlight of this week was the Rain Dance yesterday. Very fun, quite productive too. Pulled a muscle in my leg from the dancing, but its almost healed, and was quite worth it.
I've been on a new music kick for the last week or so. Not new to the world music, just new to me, as that's a much larger category :) True, there are always new songs coming out, but there are ten times that number of musicians whom I've never heard of and yet would enjoy. Its a bit tough, trying to shift through the dross, the indistinguishable, and the stuff that's even too weird for me, but more than a few gems have risen to the surface, so I'd say its productive.
The increased activity these past weeks have re-united me with some old friends I'd long since thought too far gone to be acquainted with and other who I'd not seen in a month or two but with my track record I keep expecting it to be longer. Though this has filled me with a comforting sense of nostalgia for re-connecting, it also bring on a sort of sadness for the ones who I've little hope of ever seeing again. There are even some who are in the area, yet with conflicting schedules and lives it may be many more months till we reconnect. I sometimes wonder if it'd be easier to go back and be a hermit :D
Sticks and stones may break your bones
when there's anger to inpart.
Spiteful words can hurt your feelings
but silence breaks your heart.