I had to write a 300-600 word, single sentence, short story for my class, Sentence Strategies. I decided to write about the first time I shaved, and what it was like for me as a kid. I didn't write this because I've been thinking about it a lot or anything, but simply because it stands in my memory very strongly. It is something I draw strength from now, rather that weakness or shame, which I might have before, when I was much younger.
This is a rough draft, as I've not edited it, but I really want to share it. So, here it is:
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
I Seriously Love Noam Chomsky
ZEIT Campus: What was the key experience that made you an anarchist?
Chomsky: There was none. When I was twelve years old, I began to go to secondhand bookshops. Many of them were run by anarchists who came from Spain. Therefore it seemed very natural to me to be an anarchist.
ZEIT Campus: Should all students become anarchists?
Chomsky: Yes. Students should challenge authorities and join a long anarchist tradition.
ZEIT Campus: "Challenge authorities" -- a liberal or a moderate leftist could accept that invitation.
Chomsky: As soon as one identifies, challenges and overcomes illegitimate power, he or she is an anarchist. Most people are anarchists. What they call themselves doesn’t matter to me.
ZEIT Campus: Who or what must challenge today’s student generation?
Chomsky: This world is full of suffering, distress, violence and catastrophes. Students must decide: does something concern you or not? I say: look around, analyze the problems, ask yourself what you can do and set out on the work!
Chomsky: There was none. When I was twelve years old, I began to go to secondhand bookshops. Many of them were run by anarchists who came from Spain. Therefore it seemed very natural to me to be an anarchist.
ZEIT Campus: Should all students become anarchists?
Chomsky: Yes. Students should challenge authorities and join a long anarchist tradition.
ZEIT Campus: "Challenge authorities" -- a liberal or a moderate leftist could accept that invitation.
Chomsky: As soon as one identifies, challenges and overcomes illegitimate power, he or she is an anarchist. Most people are anarchists. What they call themselves doesn’t matter to me.
ZEIT Campus: Who or what must challenge today’s student generation?
Chomsky: This world is full of suffering, distress, violence and catastrophes. Students must decide: does something concern you or not? I say: look around, analyze the problems, ask yourself what you can do and set out on the work!
I Love Noam Chomsky
ZEIT Campus: You often say you are an anarchist. What do you mean by
that?
Chomsky: Anarchists try to identify power structures. They urge those exercising power to justify themselves. This justification does not succeed most of the time. Then anarchists work at unmasking and mastering the structures, whether they involve patriarchal families, a Mafia international system or the private tyrannies of the economy, the corporation.
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I've found my calling in life.
From: http://www.chomsky.info/interviews/20110614_en.htm
Chomsky: Anarchists try to identify power structures. They urge those exercising power to justify themselves. This justification does not succeed most of the time. Then anarchists work at unmasking and mastering the structures, whether they involve patriarchal families, a Mafia international system or the private tyrannies of the economy, the corporation.
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I've found my calling in life.
From: http://www.chomsky.info/interviews/20110614_en.htm
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Before the Sun Falls
Decisions lie in wait, lingering until
the sun falls.
I was walking in the midnight hour,
stumbling and falling, walking circles in the dark, clenching and
yelling, keeping silent and releasing, and now dawn has broken -the
sun has risen, triumphantly, above the horizon to send beams of light
coursing through the breaks of the trees- allowing me to see clearer.
Here is where I am now, and here I
shall reside until the sun, with the passing of time, rises high
above my head.
Yet, before the sun falls, I will no
longer stand in these same shoes, make the same marks, or tread so
light, but rather will I be walking, barefoot (to truly feel the
earth beneath my toes), my toes will grasp the dirt beneath them, and
I will tread strong and proud.
This all before the sun falls.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Morning
Been up since 10:30 AM yesterday.
I drank two cups of coffee at 8pm.
I stayed up all night.
I walked during the sunrise.
I've sat and thought hard about some important things.
You know, I had one of my best friends say this to me, "Imagine you had a really good job, and you quit, because of (something, dunno). Then, your best friend (different person) got the job. You would be happy for him. You wouldn't try and take the job back, or keep him from getting it. You'd want him to have it."
Yes. I would. That's a job though. This is a bit different.
Trust me, I am trying, hard. It's just that somewhere, something still says, "No. Mine." I don't want it to, not because I don't want it to, but because I am trying to put him before me. That is rare. He's my brother though. No, not really my brother, but yes, really, my brother.
*Save me, save me. Save me, save me./Bring me something, bring me something I can use/Well, here's one thing, but it's not the one I choose/I can't help it, hope you show up soon/I can't help it; I'm counting on you.* THose were the lyrics that were just sung in my ear. Hmm. I don't think that has any real significance to what is being written about here. Nope, besides the fact that Dinosaur Jr. is amazing and should be heard by everyone, everywhere.
It's nothing physical that I...I don't even know the words to describe the feeling that I have. Now, you might ask, you still have feelings? Well, of course. I am human. I did change, grow, better myself during that time, for them, for me. Yes, I cut the rope. No, I am not as cold hearted as I seem. No I am not as stoic as I would like. Yes, I am more stoic than most people, and yes I am cold hearted.
It's not physical that I feel. It is more of memory, feeling of a memory I once had, and the association of that memory brings good feelings to my brain, and because you always want more of what feels good I desire for that feeling to return. -Leave up to me to break a feeling down into a logical path to follow. Only I would do that. Yet, I do do it, and I always will. I am who I am. I cannot change that, but I can change it.
If you're reading this, ever, either one of you. Know, this is so difficult, this is a true challenge, and I have been moping about a bit, feeling sorry for myself...why? I dunno. You know when you just do that? Yeah. Well, I really want you two to work. If you do, you will both be 100x better off for it. I hope I can hang out with you guys. :)
You shoudl both knwo I am not an awkward person (yes I know there are two mispellings, but i could really care less, that's too many times to press the backspace button....actually it's delete on my Mac, btu you get the point...), unless I want to be an awkward person. Than I most certainly am awkward. I won't be though.
I owe you both more than I can repay, and for that I hope you get what you want out of life. Love you both.
Jared
I drank two cups of coffee at 8pm.
I stayed up all night.
I walked during the sunrise.
I've sat and thought hard about some important things.
You know, I had one of my best friends say this to me, "Imagine you had a really good job, and you quit, because of (something, dunno). Then, your best friend (different person) got the job. You would be happy for him. You wouldn't try and take the job back, or keep him from getting it. You'd want him to have it."
Yes. I would. That's a job though. This is a bit different.
Trust me, I am trying, hard. It's just that somewhere, something still says, "No. Mine." I don't want it to, not because I don't want it to, but because I am trying to put him before me. That is rare. He's my brother though. No, not really my brother, but yes, really, my brother.
*Save me, save me. Save me, save me./Bring me something, bring me something I can use/Well, here's one thing, but it's not the one I choose/I can't help it, hope you show up soon/I can't help it; I'm counting on you.* THose were the lyrics that were just sung in my ear. Hmm. I don't think that has any real significance to what is being written about here. Nope, besides the fact that Dinosaur Jr. is amazing and should be heard by everyone, everywhere.
It's nothing physical that I...I don't even know the words to describe the feeling that I have. Now, you might ask, you still have feelings? Well, of course. I am human. I did change, grow, better myself during that time, for them, for me. Yes, I cut the rope. No, I am not as cold hearted as I seem. No I am not as stoic as I would like. Yes, I am more stoic than most people, and yes I am cold hearted.
It's not physical that I feel. It is more of memory, feeling of a memory I once had, and the association of that memory brings good feelings to my brain, and because you always want more of what feels good I desire for that feeling to return. -Leave up to me to break a feeling down into a logical path to follow. Only I would do that. Yet, I do do it, and I always will. I am who I am. I cannot change that, but I can change it.
If you're reading this, ever, either one of you. Know, this is so difficult, this is a true challenge, and I have been moping about a bit, feeling sorry for myself...why? I dunno. You know when you just do that? Yeah. Well, I really want you two to work. If you do, you will both be 100x better off for it. I hope I can hang out with you guys. :)
You shoudl both knwo I am not an awkward person (yes I know there are two mispellings, but i could really care less, that's too many times to press the backspace button....actually it's delete on my Mac, btu you get the point...), unless I want to be an awkward person. Than I most certainly am awkward. I won't be though.
I owe you both more than I can repay, and for that I hope you get what you want out of life. Love you both.
Jared
Thursday, June 23, 2011
The Gift
I was given something, something I asked for. It was given with hesitation, trepidation, caution written on her face. It was given with excitement, a smile and a kiss. It was given freely to me, and I took it greedly.
I held it safe in me, for a time, cherished and admired it. I gave away a bit of me, more than ever before, more than I thought possible.
Yet, it was not enough.
I broke that gift; I broke my word. Truly, I did.
I fear I shattered it so...so as to result in the picking up of pieces for longer than deserved.
I pray the sun heals, the ocean breeze soothes.
For this guilt which grips what's left inside longs to do more hurt.
Nay, not what you think - no more for the world, but for I. Alone.
For this, I fear, is my destiny.
Forever Alone.
I cannot give what I do not have inside. What I do right and wrong is based on my mind, rationale. Not the baying of a heart. That is why I broke hers so, because I was afraid of finding mine.
----
My wanderlust will carry me on, and perhaps in some sunrise, or some sunset, in a day short or long, quick or slow I will find a spark to light me home. I do not believe home is your childhood, or your family. For a time, it will do that home is where my head lies at night.
That light though, when it comes I will know. It will lead me home.
Truthfully: Home is where the....
I held it safe in me, for a time, cherished and admired it. I gave away a bit of me, more than ever before, more than I thought possible.
Yet, it was not enough.
I broke that gift; I broke my word. Truly, I did.
I fear I shattered it so...so as to result in the picking up of pieces for longer than deserved.
I pray the sun heals, the ocean breeze soothes.
For this guilt which grips what's left inside longs to do more hurt.
Nay, not what you think - no more for the world, but for I. Alone.
For this, I fear, is my destiny.
Forever Alone.
I cannot give what I do not have inside. What I do right and wrong is based on my mind, rationale. Not the baying of a heart. That is why I broke hers so, because I was afraid of finding mine.
----
My wanderlust will carry me on, and perhaps in some sunrise, or some sunset, in a day short or long, quick or slow I will find a spark to light me home. I do not believe home is your childhood, or your family. For a time, it will do that home is where my head lies at night.
That light though, when it comes I will know. It will lead me home.
Truthfully: Home is where the....
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Inspiration
I hope you're out there living, breathing, trying. If you're not, you're wasting your time.
Don't stop living. When you do, that's when you're no longer worth your salt.
When you stop living, you stop laughing, you stop loving.
We are humans, and meant to laugh, meant to love, meant to breath the world in through our nostrils and experience it with all the senses available to us.
Get into the world. Live. Breath. Try. Don't waste your time.
Don't stop living. When you do, that's when you're no longer worth your salt.
When you stop living, you stop laughing, you stop loving.
We are humans, and meant to laugh, meant to love, meant to breath the world in through our nostrils and experience it with all the senses available to us.
Get into the world. Live. Breath. Try. Don't waste your time.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
It's Been A While Since My Last Tangent
It's been a while. No? Don't lie, it has. ^1
A lot has changed in my life. I'd rather not go into details. Suffice to say, there has been positive and negative changes that have resulted in sum zero.
I, we, made some decision that hurt, but ultimately, I hope--pray--think, will help, though.
I think about it, sometimes, and I hurt about it, sometimes. It depends on the mood, the context, it's not something that can be explained. Just trust me on this.
For the most part, these past couple months, my posts have not been pure writing from me, but this one is. So, if you don't like it, getthahellouttahere...got it?
I'm happy though. I organize I brain, I control my emotions, I control myself. You may say, but that's not really happiness, or that's not letting yourself live.^2 I say, and yet those whole rule themselves with reckless abandon end in a downward spiral of self-pity that longs for attention of the needy-pleasing masses. I'd rather be me, than you. No offense, but I like me more than you, probably. ^3 Unless you're like Johnny Depp, or....Cristian Ronaldo...or David Beckham....yup..that's about it. Maybe Robert Pattinson, but I wouldn't have done Twilight, and then he wouldn't be "Robert Pattinson", which would defeat the purpose of me being him.^4 I feel like this is logos, a circle, never ending. Blah, what? You don't follow? Yeah, that happens.^5
This is my life. That is my life ^ . I think, I tangent(+verb) - what the hell is the verb form of tangent...tangential is adjectival....^6 whatever.
There, again, perfect example of my life. Still....you don't follow? Hell, you just don't know me. In person I curse a lot more too. I filter it a bit for my writing, for you.^7
I don't want to write about what I really want to write about right now. (So many write/right there.....I almost confused myself.^8) This post is all tangents. Good. Are you nonplussed yet? ^9 Now you are you say, you mean you're confused? You're nonplussed.^10 Yes that is essentially the same thing. ^11Oh, you didn't know that? Well, you learn something new every day, don't you? Congrats, you're less of an imbecile now than you were 5 minutes ago.^12
Was I a tad mean there? Sorry, I say it like it is with a dash of asshole.
Well, screw off, I'm out.
Peace & Love
Go make friends and read some books, that's the best thing you can do for this world. (Post to come later about that topic - tangent)^13
P.S. There are 13 tangents in this post...some may argue on which are tangents and which are not, but they can fuck off, because I write this post and I decide. So, deal with it.
A lot has changed in my life. I'd rather not go into details. Suffice to say, there has been positive and negative changes that have resulted in sum zero.
I, we, made some decision that hurt, but ultimately, I hope--pray--think, will help, though.
I think about it, sometimes, and I hurt about it, sometimes. It depends on the mood, the context, it's not something that can be explained. Just trust me on this.
For the most part, these past couple months, my posts have not been pure writing from me, but this one is. So, if you don't like it, getthahellouttahere...got it?
I'm happy though. I organize I brain, I control my emotions, I control myself. You may say, but that's not really happiness, or that's not letting yourself live.^2 I say, and yet those whole rule themselves with reckless abandon end in a downward spiral of self-pity that longs for attention of the needy-pleasing masses. I'd rather be me, than you. No offense, but I like me more than you, probably. ^3 Unless you're like Johnny Depp, or....Cristian Ronaldo...or David Beckham....yup..that's about it. Maybe Robert Pattinson, but I wouldn't have done Twilight, and then he wouldn't be "Robert Pattinson", which would defeat the purpose of me being him.^4 I feel like this is logos, a circle, never ending. Blah, what? You don't follow? Yeah, that happens.^5
This is my life. That is my life ^ . I think, I tangent(+verb) - what the hell is the verb form of tangent...tangential is adjectival....^6 whatever.
There, again, perfect example of my life. Still....you don't follow? Hell, you just don't know me. In person I curse a lot more too. I filter it a bit for my writing, for you.^7
I don't want to write about what I really want to write about right now. (So many write/right there.....I almost confused myself.^8) This post is all tangents. Good. Are you nonplussed yet? ^9 Now you are you say, you mean you're confused? You're nonplussed.^10 Yes that is essentially the same thing. ^11Oh, you didn't know that? Well, you learn something new every day, don't you? Congrats, you're less of an imbecile now than you were 5 minutes ago.^12
Was I a tad mean there? Sorry, I say it like it is with a dash of asshole.
Well, screw off, I'm out.
Peace & Love
Go make friends and read some books, that's the best thing you can do for this world. (Post to come later about that topic - tangent)^13
P.S. There are 13 tangents in this post...some may argue on which are tangents and which are not, but they can fuck off, because I write this post and I decide. So, deal with it.
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