Robots and Dragonflies
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2005.02.20 EST: Ottawa, Canada
Hmmm, updates are tricky motherfuckers. Let's start at the middle then. I came back from fourteen months of Korea, a touch of Japan, China and Thailand. Having returned in December last year, I spent the first two months doing absolutely nothing but eating well, breathing deep and not washing my hair. Slowly, I evolved from that model and am now serving at a restaurant that's on it's way downhill (slowly; but most of the staff don't see it yet), and have recently moved into a lovely and spacious one-bedroom apt. in the literal heart of Ottawa. I like it; although the rent can be qualified by singularizing the noun at the end of my opening sentence.
Right then. So things are going well as the delta of my life slowly increases in quality and quantity with the passing turns of each years' river. University was a blast and living with roommates was interesting and largely educational, but life as an adult is a funnily unpredictably one. (Is there a manual or model somewhere?) In my own hours of self-questioning and editing, I often wonder if the people I know really know where they are as much as I don't. Most answers come daintilly in the windows at night, I realized, to sit gracefully on your brain when the sun rises. Then, you make that paramount decision to get vertical.
It has come to seem that the things that receive too much thought or planning or attempt at control are the things that fail -- or get turned over like cards played, and now useless. Abandoning yourself to these winds is as Hunter Thompson refered to the whim of the great magnet, pulling us each in different directions -- but pulling nonetheless. Of course, this is all good and fine, but forgetting or trying to skip the natural processes of our personal evolution can be dangerous and in the end bite (or bless) our forty-five-year old asses for twenty-year old steps in odd directions.
Undisputedly, life is crazy and we should be happy to have had the chance to buckle into this particular part of the roller coaster. We got to see the millenium change, we'll see Castro and the Pope replaced, the whole while watching Europe's powerful social bonds increase, serving to rival Asian economic ones as the age of the West slowly comes to an end. I wonder too, that in a raging age of financial and personal progress for the few, when will the masses get theirs?
Whenever that time comes -- and later still, after the waves of change have receded -- I will be eager yet curious as to where the high water marks will be left on this slice of civilization we have the unfortunate habit of calling 'ours'.
I miss all of you in particular ways, and in that same vein I wish you each the best in your particular responsibilities and undertakings.
Remember to keep updating your old mind programming, it's the only way to keep your head and bridge the gaps. And if that doesn't work, think of everything that's ever gone right in your life and how little you had to do with it. Magnetism, indeed.
Stay warm and czech it.
S*
Fave current track(s): "Presidential Suite" - Super Furry Animals
Current read(s) in progress: "A Short History of Nearly Everything" - Bill Bryson, "Toro" magazine (The Crime Issue)
2005.02.20 EST: Ottawa, Canada
Hmmm, updates are tricky motherfuckers. Let's start at the middle then. I came back from fourteen months of Korea, a touch of Japan, China and Thailand. Having returned in December last year, I spent the first two months doing absolutely nothing but eating well, breathing deep and not washing my hair. Slowly, I evolved from that model and am now serving at a restaurant that's on it's way downhill (slowly; but most of the staff don't see it yet), and have recently moved into a lovely and spacious one-bedroom apt. in the literal heart of Ottawa. I like it; although the rent can be qualified by singularizing the noun at the end of my opening sentence.
Right then. So things are going well as the delta of my life slowly increases in quality and quantity with the passing turns of each years' river. University was a blast and living with roommates was interesting and largely educational, but life as an adult is a funnily unpredictably one. (Is there a manual or model somewhere?) In my own hours of self-questioning and editing, I often wonder if the people I know really know where they are as much as I don't. Most answers come daintilly in the windows at night, I realized, to sit gracefully on your brain when the sun rises. Then, you make that paramount decision to get vertical.
It has come to seem that the things that receive too much thought or planning or attempt at control are the things that fail -- or get turned over like cards played, and now useless. Abandoning yourself to these winds is as Hunter Thompson refered to the whim of the great magnet, pulling us each in different directions -- but pulling nonetheless. Of course, this is all good and fine, but forgetting or trying to skip the natural processes of our personal evolution can be dangerous and in the end bite (or bless) our forty-five-year old asses for twenty-year old steps in odd directions.
Undisputedly, life is crazy and we should be happy to have had the chance to buckle into this particular part of the roller coaster. We got to see the millenium change, we'll see Castro and the Pope replaced, the whole while watching Europe's powerful social bonds increase, serving to rival Asian economic ones as the age of the West slowly comes to an end. I wonder too, that in a raging age of financial and personal progress for the few, when will the masses get theirs?
Whenever that time comes -- and later still, after the waves of change have receded -- I will be eager yet curious as to where the high water marks will be left on this slice of civilization we have the unfortunate habit of calling 'ours'.
I miss all of you in particular ways, and in that same vein I wish you each the best in your particular responsibilities and undertakings.
Remember to keep updating your old mind programming, it's the only way to keep your head and bridge the gaps. And if that doesn't work, think of everything that's ever gone right in your life and how little you had to do with it. Magnetism, indeed.
Stay warm and czech it.
S*
Fave current track(s): "Presidential Suite" - Super Furry Animals
Current read(s) in progress: "A Short History of Nearly Everything" - Bill Bryson, "Toro" magazine (The Crime Issue)
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