I was riding in a car on Centerline road drifting across thoughts as the car whirred by the knee-high corn (we are coming up on 4 july), I suddenly remembered a small snippet of a dust cover review of Dostoevsky's "The Idiot." The review spoke of how the writer takes you on a remarkable journey following a "holy fool" and how he impacts the people he comes in contact with. i quickly thought about the way that I write- often dealing more with ideologies and the foundations of this world, rather than with the interactions that occur within. i would be the first to say that this world is full of traps, yet isn't one of itself (though, perhaps it is the most elaborately cultivated trap of all). However, I would say that it is a cage- the bars of which are ever unseen by the masses. With this realization about my writing it should be easier to move forward, not forgetting that human interaction is the basis of each persons day whether it be abundant, or lacking; and that each of us affects those we come in contact with, and they us.
Oh the random processes of the mind: learning in motion
This weekend is Comfest here in Columbus. A brief note on last night's festivities. It was crazy ridiculous. My phone didn't really work except to show me text messages and inform that I had voicemails. I couldn't call my voicemail to retrieve the messages- but I was able to do that today. Kelly, in 4 consecutive messages, displayed a progression of emotion from one to the next (thus verifying my rule #3: Never separate in a crowd. EVER.
We will be going back for day 2 today and I'm sure to post more on the festivities tomorrow (if I'm functional)
27 June 2009
10 June 2009
before the deluge
I had a thought last night, as I often do, before going to sleep. Now let us see if we can't summon up the line of logic and thought processes of that. I did have another night of crazy dreams though.
I believe it started with the notion of understanding a person based on the experiences of their life- environmental conditioning. To accept, or understand, the way a person is does not, necessarily, require one to know the "why" behind the way they act, but rather to merely to understand the way they operate based upon the ever growing decisions and actions that you see them make. Furthermore, the understanding of past events is not required to help a person change. So I said to myself, "The why of a person is negligible. All you need is current facts and a view of what is to be changed- however this requires a keen objective eye."
And so goes the world, as people do. It isn't required to know how the world came to be in the position it finds itself now, we merely need to understand the way it is, and the way we should want it. Then we are capable of plotting a course based on the current position to the desired location.
It was nice to have a clear train of thought that actually seems relevant.
I believe it started with the notion of understanding a person based on the experiences of their life- environmental conditioning. To accept, or understand, the way a person is does not, necessarily, require one to know the "why" behind the way they act, but rather to merely to understand the way they operate based upon the ever growing decisions and actions that you see them make. Furthermore, the understanding of past events is not required to help a person change. So I said to myself, "The why of a person is negligible. All you need is current facts and a view of what is to be changed- however this requires a keen objective eye."
And so goes the world, as people do. It isn't required to know how the world came to be in the position it finds itself now, we merely need to understand the way it is, and the way we should want it. Then we are capable of plotting a course based on the current position to the desired location.
It was nice to have a clear train of thought that actually seems relevant.
09 June 2009
Things can be fuzzy
In the time since the relocation I have been keeping busy despite not having found a job. To be quite truthful, it has been kind of a blur, reminding me of why people seem to think life is so short.
Last weekend TJaye and I traveled to West Virginia. It was the overdue retirement party for his grandfather (overdue in that nobody should work until they are eighty). It was held at the local American Legion, of which a membership is now on the "must do" list. After the legion, and legions of drinks on our side, we managed to find a bar catering to the karaoke crowd- who had the unfortunate displeasure of having to hear me shred "Africa" by Toto. unfortunate doesn't quite cover it. We had been out with TJaye's aunt, who herself can be considered a party. She has a cabin on a ridge complete with alcohol and hottub. The next day we went to visit an old friend of TJayes near Stubenville (I believe I have met people from this place). Joel was an interesting specimen who seems to have his "joi de vie (spelling?)" dialed up all the time. All in all the trip was enjoyable, enlightening, and relaxing, but Sunday was time to return to Columbus for Volleyball and beer.
Yesterday was a pool party hosted by Pinky at her grandfather's house. It was a good time, until the part I wish to not disclose. It wasn't pretty. It never is. and it is a reminder of what to not do- if you can remember how it occured in the first place. So today will be applying for more jobs (I've applied for 2 already today) but these next applications require me to leave the house.
I did have some crazy dreams last night- my car was totaled sitting by the curb- there were codes embedded in colored strings that when arranged in a particular way allowed for some sort of time/space travel. along those same lines were some batteries (appearance) that were made of thin metallic plates, again each with some sort of code, and when arranged in a certain manner created a method for flight, the object would spin slowly and hover, the only trick was to be able to produce it on a larger scale.
Last weekend TJaye and I traveled to West Virginia. It was the overdue retirement party for his grandfather (overdue in that nobody should work until they are eighty). It was held at the local American Legion, of which a membership is now on the "must do" list. After the legion, and legions of drinks on our side, we managed to find a bar catering to the karaoke crowd- who had the unfortunate displeasure of having to hear me shred "Africa" by Toto. unfortunate doesn't quite cover it. We had been out with TJaye's aunt, who herself can be considered a party. She has a cabin on a ridge complete with alcohol and hottub. The next day we went to visit an old friend of TJayes near Stubenville (I believe I have met people from this place). Joel was an interesting specimen who seems to have his "joi de vie (spelling?)" dialed up all the time. All in all the trip was enjoyable, enlightening, and relaxing, but Sunday was time to return to Columbus for Volleyball and beer.
Yesterday was a pool party hosted by Pinky at her grandfather's house. It was a good time, until the part I wish to not disclose. It wasn't pretty. It never is. and it is a reminder of what to not do- if you can remember how it occured in the first place. So today will be applying for more jobs (I've applied for 2 already today) but these next applications require me to leave the house.
I did have some crazy dreams last night- my car was totaled sitting by the curb- there were codes embedded in colored strings that when arranged in a particular way allowed for some sort of time/space travel. along those same lines were some batteries (appearance) that were made of thin metallic plates, again each with some sort of code, and when arranged in a certain manner created a method for flight, the object would spin slowly and hover, the only trick was to be able to produce it on a larger scale.
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