Saturday, October 9, 2010
Happy Birthday Tinkerbell
I bought a balloon for my friend who's birthday is today. It's a star with a picture of Tinkerbell on the front and "Have a Magical birthday!" written in big golden letters. I am holding on to it as I walk around Annapolis and people are wishing me a magical birthday. At first I told them it was for a friend, but I realized those people might think my friend was a seven year old girl... I've decided it best to just smile politely and say thank you.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
fall
It's getting cold and my classes are settling into a rhythm, settling up though, not down... I'm off to Goodwill to buy some sweaters with a few of my friends (yes, I have friends)... I wish the leaves on the trees would change colors. Don't they know that winter's coming! Did they not get the memo! It's fall, gosh darn it! CHANGE!...
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Homeric world
My classmates and I are officially done with Homer, as of Thursday night. The next book we're reading is the Platonic dialogue, Meno. After the intensity of Achilles, Odysseus, Agamemnon, Menelaus, Hector, Zeus, Athene and all the other characters in Homer's epics, good ol' Socrates, in his calm confusion will be a welcome break...
Friday, September 3, 2010
Crew
6:00 am monday through friday... It's pretty rough. In fact, I slept through my alarm the second and third day of practice. I mean, I usually don't go to bed until at least 1 and even then I can't seem to fall asleep... 5 hours is not enough sleep... Anyway, in order to make sure that I get up for practice, one of the upperclassmen comes and bangs on my door until I open it... it works like a charm. Seriously though, how cool is that?
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
To be prepared...
It's better to go into class with a hundred questions than it is to go in with a hundred answers... I wonder if it's same for life...
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sitting back in my Johnnie Chair...
I have never felt so open. I am a field, an expanse of blue sky, a book the size of the world lying flat on a table it's pages exposed and empty, gleaming white….
Freedom has never meant so much to me. In the past to be free, in my mind, one simply had to avoid jail cells or the timeout chair. I never thought that freedom actually existed, that someone could actually be outside, or above, or without the restrictions set on us all by the world.
The restrictions of thought, of attitude, of direction seem to be built into us, the foundations of our very person seemed to be created by them. We are constantly told that we can only climb so high, learn so much, be this or that kind of person. Specialize, specialize, specialize! Is the call from our superiors and teachers. Learn a trade, a science, a profession and do that and that alone. Be somebody.
But here you don't have to be somebody, you don't have to be anybody, you simply have to be aware. We aren't told how to dig into the feast of Truth that lays banqueted on the table before us all. Sitting back in our Johnnie Chairs we never touch our forks, nor lay a finger on silver spoons, and yet we are filled, though never full. We do not gorge the supply of knowledge by filling our own plates, stuffing our own mouths, trying desperately to consume every morsel of it before one another. It is not a race, it is not a competition, the only person who will starve is the person that wants to put all that beautiful food inside them, where it will be ingested and turned to shit.
We share the droplets of water sliding down the curves of grapes freshly washed and do not dry them. We admire the platters upon which mounds and mounds of desserts are piled on but do not lift them. We share all this food without passing a plate, or cutting a turkey. You can not have your cake and eat it too. You can not eat your freedom… nor can you have it. You simply must be.
Freedom has never meant so much to me. In the past to be free, in my mind, one simply had to avoid jail cells or the timeout chair. I never thought that freedom actually existed, that someone could actually be outside, or above, or without the restrictions set on us all by the world.
The restrictions of thought, of attitude, of direction seem to be built into us, the foundations of our very person seemed to be created by them. We are constantly told that we can only climb so high, learn so much, be this or that kind of person. Specialize, specialize, specialize! Is the call from our superiors and teachers. Learn a trade, a science, a profession and do that and that alone. Be somebody.
But here you don't have to be somebody, you don't have to be anybody, you simply have to be aware. We aren't told how to dig into the feast of Truth that lays banqueted on the table before us all. Sitting back in our Johnnie Chairs we never touch our forks, nor lay a finger on silver spoons, and yet we are filled, though never full. We do not gorge the supply of knowledge by filling our own plates, stuffing our own mouths, trying desperately to consume every morsel of it before one another. It is not a race, it is not a competition, the only person who will starve is the person that wants to put all that beautiful food inside them, where it will be ingested and turned to shit.
We share the droplets of water sliding down the curves of grapes freshly washed and do not dry them. We admire the platters upon which mounds and mounds of desserts are piled on but do not lift them. We share all this food without passing a plate, or cutting a turkey. You can not have your cake and eat it too. You can not eat your freedom… nor can you have it. You simply must be.
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