ahem...
ha, ha. hahahahaha... your latent and obvious partisan racist republican't agenda has failed. go cry to your "overwhelming" constituency. ha hahaha. you facist fucking assholes
ha.
ha, ha. hahahahaha... your latent and obvious partisan racist republican't agenda has failed. go cry to your "overwhelming" constituency. ha hahaha. you facist fucking assholes
ha.
in the history of all things me, i've consistently found i have a complete and utter weakness for women's singing voices. perhaps my time singing along with them, with my own voice conjoined in overwhelming noise, is to blame. maybe it's my kryptonite.
in a typically eclectic maneuver i've gone ahead and accidentally become totally consumed by listening to Ellipse. not my typical mode of music, but i'm enthralled. Imogen has been my days clear of drudgery for sure.
in a typically eclectic maneuver i've gone ahead and accidentally become totally consumed by listening to Ellipse. not my typical mode of music, but i'm enthralled. Imogen has been my days clear of drudgery for sure.
well now... wasn't this a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to be traipsing about back in irreverent and steamy land of SG anytime soon, much less on someone else's dime.
whoever you are, thanks
whoever you are, thanks
The Power of Two
It's easy to fall in love with the Power of Two. It lives in all of us, by our very nature. Two eyes, two feet. Two breasts, two hands. Two thumbs, arms, legs, knees. Two each of our toes. Barring the unusual, this is what greets us in our mirrors, our own eyes, in the people we wander past, oblivious. Those we shun, and those that hold us enthralled. Twins hold such seemingly mystical appeal. The Power of Two is in our very nature, as expressed in our unique and ever varied biology. It is all this, and we should rejoice in it, except that this compulsion holds us sway. It limits us, and so we are trapped by ourselves.
In all the lovely and sublime things that the Power of Two brings us, it comes at a terrible cost. Our minds are limited by it. Our behaviors, our opinions, our precious and ephemeral thoughts tainted by it. We look around us and see two options, where there could be more. Two choices, when we could have pieces of many. Right or Wrong, with no thought to a mere difference of opinion, a differing view, or cultural slant. Man and Woman and no other, say some. A modern and high tech culture demands we make simple and expedient choices as quickly as possible, lest we miss something or enter into the once a day minor headlines of traffics tragedies, or missed opportunities. And so it's been since the beasts regularly made feasts upon our flesh. When we only knew that the dark held powerful and brutal death, cold and all alone but for the teeth and claws. So we are as we were. But different.
Many of us are blessed, or cursed, with a life of relative ease. In this mixed bag, we make choices and live our lives for as long as we can. And in this I believe we should look between the Twos. Look for the Third or fourth. Find by looking, seeking, trying in every moment to not just jump at the easiest or two, but to actually think on the possibility of more than just what sits on the surface. Is there another way to move through this conversation, is there some other way I could be traveling to work? Take these choices, or not. But the key is in the option, the key is in the thought of it. Less seems so limiting and so safe.
I say do yourself a favor. Think on it. Watch and learn from your actions. Do you consider that muffin un-palatable because you've put it to your mouth? Do you consider that skin tone scary because of the easy and un-thoughful opinions of others? Do you fear because you can see no other path? Should we walk about, struggling to find connections and meaning in the lives around us, all the while trying to limit our choices by reflex and instinct? Do you feel trapped?
This is The Power of Two.
It's easy to fall in love with the Power of Two. It lives in all of us, by our very nature. Two eyes, two feet. Two breasts, two hands. Two thumbs, arms, legs, knees. Two each of our toes. Barring the unusual, this is what greets us in our mirrors, our own eyes, in the people we wander past, oblivious. Those we shun, and those that hold us enthralled. Twins hold such seemingly mystical appeal. The Power of Two is in our very nature, as expressed in our unique and ever varied biology. It is all this, and we should rejoice in it, except that this compulsion holds us sway. It limits us, and so we are trapped by ourselves.
In all the lovely and sublime things that the Power of Two brings us, it comes at a terrible cost. Our minds are limited by it. Our behaviors, our opinions, our precious and ephemeral thoughts tainted by it. We look around us and see two options, where there could be more. Two choices, when we could have pieces of many. Right or Wrong, with no thought to a mere difference of opinion, a differing view, or cultural slant. Man and Woman and no other, say some. A modern and high tech culture demands we make simple and expedient choices as quickly as possible, lest we miss something or enter into the once a day minor headlines of traffics tragedies, or missed opportunities. And so it's been since the beasts regularly made feasts upon our flesh. When we only knew that the dark held powerful and brutal death, cold and all alone but for the teeth and claws. So we are as we were. But different.
Many of us are blessed, or cursed, with a life of relative ease. In this mixed bag, we make choices and live our lives for as long as we can. And in this I believe we should look between the Twos. Look for the Third or fourth. Find by looking, seeking, trying in every moment to not just jump at the easiest or two, but to actually think on the possibility of more than just what sits on the surface. Is there another way to move through this conversation, is there some other way I could be traveling to work? Take these choices, or not. But the key is in the option, the key is in the thought of it. Less seems so limiting and so safe.
I say do yourself a favor. Think on it. Watch and learn from your actions. Do you consider that muffin un-palatable because you've put it to your mouth? Do you consider that skin tone scary because of the easy and un-thoughful opinions of others? Do you fear because you can see no other path? Should we walk about, struggling to find connections and meaning in the lives around us, all the while trying to limit our choices by reflex and instinct? Do you feel trapped?
This is The Power of Two.
quote from my weekend:
Blah blah blah...
me: no... i want a pony.
him: does it poop rainbows?
me: well... no not really.... i just duck tapped the horn on and shoved a spray can up it's ass.
him: well, ya gotta do, what ya gotta do...
so ensues hilarity.
Blah blah blah...
me: no... i want a pony.
him: does it poop rainbows?
me: well... no not really.... i just duck tapped the horn on and shoved a spray can up it's ass.
him: well, ya gotta do, what ya gotta do...
so ensues hilarity.
suffice to say, i'd rather be late and well fed/entertained than on time with homicidally inclined low blood sugar.
good thing no one is really into caring, hell, i'll probably be late, and still beat my boss to work.
good thing no one is really into caring, hell, i'll probably be late, and still beat my boss to work.
i'm pretty glad my leg isn't made out of breadsticks, and i know when so say enough is enough.
now if only i didn't have an extra 30 or so tacked on, i'd be feeling pretty good. physically anyway.
now if only i didn't have an extra 30 or so tacked on, i'd be feeling pretty good. physically anyway.
it may not be sanity that has settled back into the american political bubble, but gods be damned if it don't smell just as sweet.
