base

I'm sick of people moving away from noble ambitions and giving in to base desires...fucking sick of it. sick of time wasted. sick of not reaching for the stars while we have our mighty reach - we have a small window of time to do what must be done. sick of mediocrity, but most of all sick of pretending I'm not sick of it.

... It's time to reevaluate a lot of things and shed some things that are no longer inline with the goals that are set and the might of mind possessed. We move on in our lives, it's what we do - those near us that understand us; need us... we need them to(& too). The rest can go to hell. you've given all that you can. you come to the end of yourself. We witness not any movement to actualize change - so I'm sick.

Music? Did you say music? This is what I've been listening to: The Pains of Being Pure at Heart...

Gone too long

Blogging without anything to say is kind of pointless so that explains the reason for no posts in the past several weeks. There's really nothing to say now, but I feel obligated to blog once again or else I'll just wallow in the stagnation that has become this site.

So here goes: Things that are new that are worth talking about? I graduated, I moved, I'm going to Washington D.C. in 2 weeks...yea. This is totally not doing it for me. They say that when you leave for a long time and come back, it's never the same.

Maybe it's the fact that I have to come up with "interesting" blog posts for a living that has me so unwilling to do it for "fun". Maybe it's simply the fact that I really don't have anything to say that is relevant to the world of the blogosphere - DPRK underground nuke test? we saw that one coming - what is this malaise that has come over me?

Maybe I'm too content right now? Work is fucking fun - totally dig what I'm doing. The new place is comfortable. Graduated Summa Cum Laude (that's tits, baby). Am I not entitled to sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor, if only for a little while? It won't be long until I'm back in the thick of the academicians' battlefield - gnashing teeth in a haze nocturnal creativity, days that tear the will asunder, and lecture halls ablaze with eager eyes which never shine as brilliantly as the mind of the foe. Pen wielded as sword; well worn pages held close as shield - we howl the weary battle cry of the lionhearted as we sacrifice all to rise amongst the ranks of the immortal few.

Since it was said, over the weekend, that I like poetry, maybe this will become a poets' blog. Here's one I like, by Tony Hoagland - reminds me of this time of year - birth and renewal; and perhaps, distantly, a special someone who's memory haunts the depths of the very soul:

"A Color of the Sky" by Tony Hoagland

Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.

I should call Marie and apologize
for being so boring at dinner last night,
but can I really promise not to be that way again?
And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing
in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.

Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;
the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,
the very tint of inexperience.

Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,
and on the highway overpass,
the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
MEMORY LOVES TIME
in big black spraypaint letters,

which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.

Last night I dreamed of X again.
She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
I never got her out,
but now I’m glad.

What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.

What I've been reading

It's been a pretty light week as far as homework is concerned so I've been catching up on the news ... and mindless, time wasting websites. Here's what I've been reading lately:

Time Wasters!:
* holytaco.com - hilarious article on the stages of drunk. Funny 'cuz it's true!
* textsfromlastnight.com - exactly what it sounds like; texts that you wish you hadn't sent. Much more funny than fmylife.com
* Failblog.org - My daily fail fix!

International:
* Al Jazeera - interesting article on a Palestinian version of a holocaust museum. Very thought provoking piece.
* Foreign Policy - pretty much all good.
* The Economist - Assessment of the World Bank. I had such high hopes for the WB when Zoellick took over from a corrupt Wolfowitz...sigh.

That's the stuff that I've been reading...anyone else got anything interesting to check out? Let me know!

Song I've been rocking: West Bank Blues by Reno Divorce. If you've never watched a video that I've posted before, please at least watch this one. please.