There is something to be said about change. My life has changed significantly since the beginning of the summer. Not too sure how to describe it or explain without a lot of words. Lately I am all about cutting out the extraneous words (though I am still quite wordy..). Who needs them? I feel like I have a new brain - somehow replaced in my sleep or over many hours of thinking about everything.
right now the yellow brick road is laid out in front of me. Gotta jump on my bike and ride it out, no time for walking here. I might express that I am rushing through that statement but I am not. Finding my 'clip' is my current thoughts. This semester coming up might just be the best ever. I earned it - it should be. I am focusing on my thesis and the ideas of postmodern thought, lit theory etc. Newer philosophy. The Downtown scene of Ny frames this and is my thesis. I am narrowing down the topic as I write this getting sharpened in my head. I can't get over how fascinated with this topic I am. It is SO exciting. Everything coming up is so exciting and my momentum to get there is at a comfortable - but greatly anticipated pace.
I will post more on this later - as it develops. I am just starting but I wanted to document how I feel about this all. I feel ready to run, like I have turned a page, a big one, and everything is fresh and new. I feel like it's sophomore year again - when i just started at the beginning of this incredible journey. Here I stand as a senior - about to go on to great things (grad school) having to face leaving farmington (which, i really don't mind that idea now) and having my view on the future. The future is too exciting to stay put - I am too young, too ambitious, and too passionate to not experience everything that is in front of me. I am owning it now - and it feels wonderful.
PS- Minus academic things I have a bike project I am doing. Building a fixed gear bike - no coasting here bub that's for sissies! It has been a summer long thing. found a bike - ripped it apart, sanded it down to bare metal (over a few 90+ degree days), primed the first coat. Then I found another bike ripped it apart for a few parts. Tomorrow I hope to find more parts bikes (at the massive rummage sale!) and begin on finishing the priming. I have the main coat - its a crazy gold that looks almost platinum in some light. We will see how it all shapes out! Hoping to have it done before the first day of classes so I can spin all fall on it around the Farm. This has been a great learning experience and has helped me get back into cycling heavily - which i used to do everyday when i was younger until the snow fell. Ahhh memories.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
12:26 AM - Loss for words.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
3:24 PM - Fragments.
I felt like I have a lack of creativity lately. So I write fragments to help jump start it:
So something seems wrong.
Something seems right.
Jigsaw falling into place.
It’s all wrong.
It’s all right.
Tactfulness is everything.
This is not a test.
Paranoia is overrated.
Cronies gathering and scheming.
Rainbows of acid rain.
Time consuming bureaucracy.
Find a shining light.
What is your crutch?
All I need is nothing.
I need you.
Is it true?
What can be done with emptiness?
Screaming cacophony.
Blades of grass slicing open skin.
Conceiving antithesis.
A priori coincidence.
Running scissors.
Stuffed political action.
Po eat donuts like pigs at 10pm.
The sun flies into a peach.
All is lost – some is found.
Champagne bubbles up from the hills.
Fly away, now.
White noise symphonies.
So something seems wrong.
Something seems right.
Jigsaw falling into place.
It’s all wrong.
It’s all right.
Tactfulness is everything.
This is not a test.
Paranoia is overrated.
Cronies gathering and scheming.
Rainbows of acid rain.
Time consuming bureaucracy.
Find a shining light.
What is your crutch?
All I need is nothing.
I need you.
Is it true?
What can be done with emptiness?
Screaming cacophony.
Blades of grass slicing open skin.
Conceiving antithesis.
A priori coincidence.
Running scissors.
Stuffed political action.
Po eat donuts like pigs at 10pm.
The sun flies into a peach.
All is lost – some is found.
Champagne bubbles up from the hills.
Fly away, now.
White noise symphonies.
i think i just found a name for my next cd-r.

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