18.8.11
28.7.11
see the light.
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play;
his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation.
He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence
through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether
he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
— Lawrence Pearsall Jacks
his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation.
He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence
through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether
he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
— Lawrence Pearsall Jacks
31.3.11
25.3.11
20.1.11
12.9.10
How To Be Alone by Tanya Davis.
If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you've not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren't okay with it, then just wait. You'll find it's fine to be alone once you're embracing it.
We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You're not supposed to talk much anyway so it's safe there.
There's also the gym. If you're shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke).
And there's public transportation, because we all gotta go places.
And there's prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you're hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.
Start simple. Things you may have previously (electric guitar plucking) based on your avoid being alone principals.
The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they -- like you -- will be alone.
Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.
When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You're no less intriguing a person when you're eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.
Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one's watching...because, they're probably not. And, if they are, assume it is with best of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you're sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life's best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.
Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there're always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might've never happened had you not been there by yourself.
Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.
You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one's in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.
Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school's groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.
It's okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can't think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.
And it doesn't mean you're not connected, that communitie's not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. take silence and respect it. if you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. if your family doesn't get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don't obsess about it. You could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it.
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.
We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You're not supposed to talk much anyway so it's safe there.
There's also the gym. If you're shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke).
And there's public transportation, because we all gotta go places.
And there's prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you're hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.
Start simple. Things you may have previously (electric guitar plucking) based on your avoid being alone principals.
The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they -- like you -- will be alone.
Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.
When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You're no less intriguing a person when you're eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.
Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one's watching...because, they're probably not. And, if they are, assume it is with best of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you're sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life's best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.
Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there're always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might've never happened had you not been there by yourself.
Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.
You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one's in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.
Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school's groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you're happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.
It's okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can't think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.
And it doesn't mean you're not connected, that communitie's not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. take silence and respect it. if you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. if your family doesn't get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don't obsess about it. You could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it.
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.
29.7.10
14.7.10
quote.
"have you ever loved somebody so much;
you can barely breathe when you're with them.
you meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em"
- eminem
you can barely breathe when you're with them.
you meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em"
- eminem
8.7.10
5.7.10
I think this is just beautiful enough to share:
Californication. Season 2, Episode 10.
Dear Karen,
If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage
to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well,
but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on
and on about how hard the writing is for me.
But this, this is the hardest thing I ever had to write.
There's no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone.
It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make,
it was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another
and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in
the middle of that conversation.
Now there's this feeling in my gut that she might be the one.
She completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic.
A great deal of maintenance acquired.
She is you Karen, that’s the good news. The bad news is that I don't
know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me.
Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we will get lost out there.
It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns and people
have a way of blinking and missing the moment.
The moment that could of changed everything.
I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you why should
waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good,
like home and you make excellent coffee, that has to count for something right?
Call me!
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody
Californication. Season 2, Episode 10.
Dear Karen,
If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage
to mail it. So, good for me. You don’t know me very well,
but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on
and on about how hard the writing is for me.
But this, this is the hardest thing I ever had to write.
There's no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone.
It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make,
it was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another
and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in
the middle of that conversation.
Now there's this feeling in my gut that she might be the one.
She completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic.
A great deal of maintenance acquired.
She is you Karen, that’s the good news. The bad news is that I don't
know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me.
Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we will get lost out there.
It’s a big bad world full of twists and turns and people
have a way of blinking and missing the moment.
The moment that could of changed everything.
I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you why should
waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good,
like home and you make excellent coffee, that has to count for something right?
Call me!
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody
2.7.10
29.6.10
my attire. (summer come soon, please)
i haven't done one of these for a while, but i was in the mood to shop so...
let's hope the weather in vancouver will soon be as summer inspired as this look is.
let's hope the weather in vancouver will soon be as summer inspired as this look is.
28.6.10
quote.
"Just the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber.
You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have
turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed
to set us free, democratize us, but all it's really given us is Howard Dean's aborted candidacy
and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People... they don't write anymore, they blog.
Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that.
You know, it just seems to me it's just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating
with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles
more what cavemen used to speak than the King's English."
-
You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have
turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed
to set us free, democratize us, but all it's really given us is Howard Dean's aborted candidacy
and 24 hour a day access to kiddie porn. People... they don't write anymore, they blog.
Instead of talking, they text, no punctuation, no grammar: LOL this and LMFAO that.
You know, it just seems to me it's just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating
with a bunch of other stupid people at a proto-language that resembles
more what cavemen used to speak than the King's English."
-
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