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Saturday, November 7th, 2009
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5:03 pm - oh george
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"those who talk most about the blessings of marriage and the constancy of its vows are the very people who declare that if the chain were broken and the prisoners left free to choose, the whole social fabric would fly asunder. you cannot have the argument both ways. if the prisoner is happy, why lock him in? if he is not, why pretend that he is?" -george bernard shaw
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| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
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10:56 pm
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and in case you couldn't see the pumpkin brainz in the last one: 
also, if you didn't notice, the guy being eaten is starting to cry.
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| Sunday, October 25th, 2009
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6:20 pm
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last night was full of a lot of strange shit and this post is just to document some stuff so i don't forget it (this is mostly in reference to a party i went to).
i think i may have uncharacteristically revealed my internet identity to some people.
i re-met a girl who i'm very attracted to but who is almost certainly not interested in me. very weird that she was there considering the circumstances under which we first met.
saw nate there. that was weird. he was acting ridiculous (in a good way) and dressed in, i think, a leotard?
enjoyed meeting and talking to a random Person From The Internet who i might not have suspected to get along with as swimmingly.
lost my cane and mustache i guess, unless they turn up. easily re-procurable, but the mustache had sentimental value. we'd been through a lot together.
was totally prepared to speak victorian english, but when it was my moment to shine, i was so drunk that i couldn't think of words like 'preposterous' and 'balderdash'.
went to bed sometime between 6;30 and 7am.
that may be the bulk of what i remember.
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| Friday, October 23rd, 2009
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8:46 am - <3 maurice sendak
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Reporter: "What do you say to parents who think the Wild Things film may be too scary?"
Sendak: "I would tell them to go to hell. That's a question I will not tolerate."
Reporter: "Because kids can handle it?"
Sendak: "If they can't handle it, go home. Or wet your pants. Do whatever you like. But it's not a question that can be answered."
Sendak: "This concentration on kids being scared, as though we as adults can't be scared. Of course we're scared. I'm scared of watching a TV show about vampires. I can't fall asleep. It never stops. We're grown-ups; we know better, but we're afraid."
Reporter: "Why is that important in art?"
Sendak: "Because it's truth. You don't want to do something that's all terrifying. I saw the most horrendous movies that were unfit for child's eyes. So what? I managed to survive."
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| Wednesday, October 21st, 2009
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7:55 pm
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"Why should the Arabs make peace? If I was an Arab leader I would never make terms with Israel. That is natural: we have taken their country ... There has been anti-Semitism, the Nazis, Hitler, Auschwitz, but was that their fault? They only see one thing: we have come here and stolen their country. Why should they accept that? They may perhaps forget in one or two generations' time, but for the moment there is no chance. So it is simple: we have to stay strong and maintain a powerful army" -David Ben-Gurion
as not great of a person as ben-gurion was, at least he was upfront in admitting that they were basically stealing the palestinians land. try and get a single israeli politician to acknowledge this nowadays.
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| Sunday, October 4th, 2009
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9:40 pm - ALSO
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did you ever really listen to this song? i mean, we all know it. we've all heard it many times. but fucking shit man, it's so stupidly good!
just stop fucking around on the internet for a second and devote the next 3 minutes of your life to listening to this song and realize how good it is, and why it's so revered:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/prwily
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1:39 am - i'm too stupid
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| Friday, June 19th, 2009
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11:50 pm - this new system
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is largely about displaying all of the things inside of you that you don't want to display yourself (for various reasons).
is about trying to get people to see parts of you that you (for various reasons) are yourself unwilling or unable to show them.
is an outlet that we never really had before.
is a crutch that we're thankful for.
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| Sunday, May 17th, 2009
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10:12 pm - next-day party pictures
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so some of you know that we had a party a little bit ago. it was a success, as these pictures show.
note: this was after i'd already recycled all of the bottles-
someone brought squirt??
and this was all the crap that was sitting outside our door:
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| Monday, May 11th, 2009
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10:04 pm - challenge me
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this game, so timidly played, is beginning to grate.
be honest about your intentions!
go forth with all of your might!
we wait, and we shuffle our feet and twiddle our thumbs
and then the moment is past! it's too late.
no one expects you to be completely sure.
but if the mood strikes, pounce!
don't let it pass you by.
we live our lives in missed opportunities.
in delays and waiting for the "right" time.
but the right time is usually now
and will expire almost immediately.
and your only reward will be regret.
this is to myself as much as anyone else.
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| Sunday, May 3rd, 2009
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7:39 pm - ahaha
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| Friday, March 13th, 2009
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6:01 pm - mrusic
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so i'm sure this is nothing new, but it's goddamn motherfucking holycocktastical good!
half asleep
segundoly, if you would like me to send you a REAL LIVE letter, send me your address at blurredline @ gmail. it will be exciting to learn what it's like to lick a stamp again.
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| Sunday, March 1st, 2009
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11:55 pm - also!
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to all the portland people, there is a party next week and you should come! get back to me if you want to go and i'll provide the details.
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| Saturday, February 28th, 2009
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1:10 pm - my body was talking, but i was silent
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| Sunday, February 22nd, 2009
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8:34 pm - maraschino cherries : a metaphor
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"The familiar 'maraschino' cherry originated several centuries ago in northeastern Italy and the neighboring Balkans, where the local marasca cherry was preserved in its own liqueur for winter eating. in the modern industrial version, light-fleshed varieties are bleached with sulfur dioxide and stored in brine until needed, then infused with sugar syrup, dyed cherry red, flavored with almond extract, and pasteurized. after all that, what's left of the original cherry is mainly its skeleton, the cell walls and skin."
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| Thursday, February 12th, 2009
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12:01 am
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as little as i believe in the beautiful ghost
i leave the door open for it.
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| Wednesday, February 11th, 2009
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8:43 am
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| Friday, February 6th, 2009
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8:39 am
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there's a part of me that sees people hardening into a set of ways/beliefs/activities/etc. and feels sad that they've resigned themselves to be people who are so much defined by one particular schema. but then sometimes i wonder- maybe that's just an example of someone finding "their passion" or whatever. maybe it's just that they've found something that they really get something out of. and certainly they usually have other small interests. they just tend to have one that overrides all others. so i don't really know what to think about that. i still can't help but feel that they've sacrificed other parts of themselves to always be this one thing. i guess that's kind of like marriage too. you forgo other possibilities for the one. and those other possibilities just atrophy inside yourself, until one day, an old flame is back in town, and he reignites a passion inside of you that you forgot you had, and thusly a plot for a shitty romance novel is born.
but seriously, i wonder to myself if i could ever attach to something like that. right now, it's obvious that i'm too scattered. my interests too diverse and competing. but as terrible as that is in some respects, i also really like that about myself. it's why it's hard for me to get bored. why i enjoy so many things. how i can relate to other people's strange and varied interests. would i still be that way if one interest/desire within myself dominated? i guess the one thing would just become larger, while the other things would shrink proportionately, not necessarily disappear altogether. and i guess if it was important enough, that would be fine with me, because the one thing would matter more to me. so i guess this is what happens, or would for me anyway. i do really think that sometimes people let these other things die because they become too attached to the one thing. i guess that's always the danger though, becoming too attached.
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| Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009
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11:16 am
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i'm really super-sensitive right now. i know that tends to happen when you open your heart wide, but it's still surprising. feeling so strong so much of the time tends to leave me unprepared for feeling like any slight misunderstanding might bring me to tears. i was feeling this last night. and knew i had to get something out, but didn't know how. the wondering how turned into what i wrote. which is fine, but slightly indirect and ultimately not fulfilling. i almost said not totally fulfilling until i realized that that would be redundant.
i almost left work early yesterday. an insignificant question posed to me unsettled me for the rest of the day. today i don't want to be here either. normally, i really like my job. this all might sound exaggerated, but that's a risk with written words. i'm always okay.
and last night, several times, i realized this or that and was normal again. because ultimately, it's not about the particular things i focus on. it's about something that's always there, but sometimes more hidden. and i know it amounts to a particular perspective. as well as a lot of context. life's whims that we so curse and worship.
i don't even know if i'm still feeling the same way i was when i started this. i think a happiness might be coming on. or at least a happierness. i don't know who i am and i don't know what i want, but i know what i like. honestly? it's as simple as they always say it is. i just want to know that it's real, and to continue to feel it. it pushes my heart up so high and i know it does theirs too.
i don't know if i have anything else to say.
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| Monday, February 2nd, 2009
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10:48 pm
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there is this thing that i don't know what to call.
there's a sense in which it's emotion.
and there's a sense in which it's creativity.
and there's a sense in which it's spiritual.
i feel it almost every day.
and i can be talking with people i'm close to
and it starts to come out
and i'll start crying uncontrollably
without being sad.
and that's this thing,
raw.
but the harnessing of it,
something i feel i've been good at in the past,
seems to have become more difficult.
and i wonder-
is it a lack of direction?
sometimes all it takes is a song.
sometimes a story.
sometimes a memory of a word that was spoken.
i could take it as the end
of me bleeding onto paper
but i don't think that will ever end.
i could also see it
as a product of my immersion in life.
leaving behind the necessity
of internally processing everything.
i could also paint a million rainbows
and call them my self.
but why don't i be honest?
and say how i am still as much of a conflict
between seemingly opposed choices.
and still happy.
still defying what you might want to believe.
still complicating your ability to make easy distinctions.
so i fail the Revolution
and create my own.
knowing that there are so many,
if not all,
who more readily hear my words.
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