The particular reason…
March 14, 2008
…I love rain in the ‘Baijan.
I can walk through town, and the intelligent male individuals, who have perfected the art of holding up door posts/walls/trees (AKA loafing about) don’t yell at me because they have migrated their particular talent for doing nothing indoors, and if they do happen to yell, I cant hear it, which makes my walks/wanders 200% more enjoyable and reduces my stress level by the same amount.
from my favorite author
March 12, 2008
“You don’t HAVE a soul, you ARE a soul; you HAVE a body.” C. S. Lewis
why dont they join the peace corps?
March 12, 2008
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/09/travel/09heads.html?ex=1362888000&en=451c52a324e88d7f&ei=5124&partner=permalink&
exprod=permalink
or actually use their money to help the problem instead of perpetuating it?
blast cut ‘n paste the link
deep thoughts (?)
March 11, 2008
Living in general is enough fodder to fill a million books, blogs, letters, movies, sketchbooks, journals, and photographs. In fact, I think the struggle for me at least is deciding what parts of life I want to express, because, when expressed, (in any form) the experiences, or whatever, become more a part of memories and history and me. There are certain things, when they happen, that you’d rather forget and things that, when they are done and over, you feebly try and remember exactly as they occurred so that you can know and believe that life is purposeful and wonderful.
And that brings the present in front of me now. I don’t know what to write. I don’t know how to express what I think and what is occurring NOW in AZ and in me and the people I interact with. Maybe it’s not necessary to accurately capture the present; hindsight is 20/20 so I think that at some point in time when I’m at rest, I will understand more accurately what is occurring now?
Do I want to look back (which, no matter how hard I try not to, I will, and probably quiet frequently) and see that I wrote about horney chickens and puking in taxies? (the details of that story may or may not make their way to these public pages) Maybe I do. Maybe it’s all I can write about, maybe it’s hard to share with anyone what I truly think, so I write about the silly and over-the-top and strange and funny and odd because that’s all I can process now.
Weakness? Laziness? I don’t know. I just had the awful shock of realizing that I had been here for 9 months and don’t have single expressed piece (art, letter, photograph) that reflects any sort of personal reflection/processing/growth. I know things have changed (its life after all; change is one amazing fact of life) but I have an annoying desire for bench marks and tangible evidence of change.
So then I write things such as this, which is a tangled page of thoughts and paragraphs that may or may not have any logical connection to each other.
After all that, all I can think of to write is:
I had a truly beautiful walk through falling snow (that is a cliché somewhere, but when I went out for a walk at night in an AZ snow fall, I wasn’t expecting it to be truly beautiful, so that wipes the cliché away) and found a snowman, (built across from the police station) with a stick placed in the correct place so as to leave no doubt as to the snowman’s gender or current level of desire.
Somehow, I suppose that sums up my life here, a mixture of the beautiful and dirty, the profound and profane. Yea(?) Or if one wanted or tried they could look deeper and extract a meaning about the world and life and humans and how flawed everything is….maybe? I doubt the snow would have seemed as lovely or the woody snowman as funny if they each had not had the other to contrast themselves.
One of the most beautiful nights I have ever been in and a snowman with wood.
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March 6, 2008
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