The city walked me yesterday. I left my apartment and just started strolling, not bothering to pay attention to where I was going (other than avoiding obvious pitfalls); rather, I took the path of least resistance, flowing wherever the traffic signals pointed. After forty-minutes of twists and turns and a bit of backtracking, [...]
Archive for May, 2008
Indian Hunger Strikers: Day 16
Posted in I Told You DC Has Soul, tagged god is love, guest workers, H2B guest worker visa program, hunger strike, Indian Embassy, Indian guest workers, Indian hunger strikers, life, life as metaphor for itself, Mahatma Gandhi, mistreatment, Mohandas Gandhi, New Orleans' Workers Center for Racial Justice, serendipitous landings, Signal International, visa scams on 29 May 2008 | 2 Comments »
SoapBox Spotlight: Steve Rosenshein
Posted in "I" Is a Metaphor for Contradiction, tagged art, belief, Chile, collaborative writing, collective consciousness, creative writing, expatriates, family, freelance writing, globetrotting, language as reality, life, life as metaphor for itself, love, milking cows in costa rica, Mount Vernonites, my extended adolescence, oneness, organs of the Universe, personal identity, philosophy, read any good books lately?, Santiago, serendipitous landings, South America, starving artistry, Staying a Hair Above the Baseline of Mediocrity, Steve, teaching english abroad, the anti-plan, the forseeable future, the Universe speaking to itself, writing on 29 May 2008 | 1 Comment »
Steve was my roomate freshman year. He is one of my selves that have scattered across the globe. He’s been doing the Chile thing for a couple years now. Steve started out as an English teacher, but these days I think he’s writing.
Ever since he moved Southward, we’ve been communicating mostly via gmail chat. [...]
“Travailing Winds,” an Excerpt
Posted in "I" Is a Metaphor for Contradiction, tagged be here now, belief, Boudhi, Chuang-Tzu, collaborative writing, collective consciousness, cooperative breathing, family, Frisco Figs, fun with drugs and plants, heady abstractions, hot lather shaves, Jordache, language, language as reality, life, life as metaphor for itself, linguistics, oneness, organs of the Universe, philosophy, reality, The Conversation, the remarkable power of attention, the Universe speaking to itself, travailing winds, writing, Zhuangzi on 29 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
19 February 2008; 6.18p, 43°F
Because Frank said he’d be my amphetamine, and because there isn’t yet a voice recorder to belch words into, and because Jordache is disappointed with our lack of postings, I’ve tapped into the collective consciousness from the goofy doorside seat of Boudhi’s room for a touch of philosophizing. The boys [...]
Found on Craigslist #2:
Posted in I Told You DC Has Soul, The Internets Are a Series of Tubes and Pipes, tagged collective consciousness, dc metro, dupont circle, exhanged glances, found on craigslist, language as reality, love, missed connections, oneness, red line, we both looked back on 28 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Exchanged glances on Redline late Monday from Dupont, both looked back – w4m
Reply to: pers-697137689@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-05-27, 3:39PM
We were both waiting for the Glenmont train at Dupont and exchanged a few glances. Then we boarded together and experienced a drunk homeless guy bothering some girl near us. I had on short plaid shorts.
You got off [...]
Poor Marketing 101
Posted in The Internets Are a Series of Tubes and Pipes, tagged a squirrel a day, animal omens, black squirrels, china, chinese earthquake prediction, earthquake, grey squirrels, humans vs algorithms, language as reality, neglected omens, poor marketing, red, Staying a Hair Above the Baseline of Mediocrity, tagging gone awry on 28 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
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Draft Email #235: All coffee’d up in 805,
Posted in "I" Is a Metaphor for Contradiction, Sometimes I Write Myself Letters, tagged art, belief, collective consciousness, cooperative breathing, creative writing, family, Frisco Figs, god, god is love, ill-gotten tempurpedic, Jesus was a dropout too, language as reality, life, life as metaphor for itself, love, oneness, organs of the Universe, personal identity, philosophy, reality, starving artistry, the Universe speaking to itself, writing on 28 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Frank sitting across from me with Boudhi’s uncooperative MacBook on his lap, trying to make sense of the day that’s been and sit here in freedom. We are alone together, and it’s a truly wonderful gift. It took less pot with Frank, sometimes none at all, as though we were already in a [...]
Thus Spoke Jordache:
Posted in "I" Is a Metaphor for Contradiction, tagged art, belief, collective consciousness, god, Jesus was a dropout too, life as metaphor for itself, oneness, personal identity, philosophy, reality, Staying a Hair Above the Baseline of Mediocrity on 28 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I Found My Key!
Posted in Run Your Pockets, tagged America's favorite addiction, coffee-fueled fun, life as metaphor for itself, pocket contents, serendipitous landings, starbucks, stealing your own stuff on 28 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Success!
So, I lost the key to my bike lock the other day. Then I lost the backup. My bike, meanwhile, was chained outside the Gelman Starburst (where it’s been for the last four days). I was considering picking myself up a high-powered blowtorch like the one Rory and I saw the other [...]
Draft Email #246: “God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please — you can never have both.”
Posted in "I" Is a Metaphor for Contradiction, I Told You DC Has Soul, Sometimes I Write Myself Letters, tagged creative outlets, creative writing, family, global climate change, life, Ralph Waldo Emerson, signs of the apocalypse, starving artistry, the Universe speaking to itself, writing on 28 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In the interest of keeping your interest, perhaps I’ll let you in on the secret of the reluctant morning, cold and windy and fiercely disinterested in giving way to afternoon. It is an icicle in DC today, and we are all getting blown dumbly about in the wind and chill. We don’t like [...]
Draft Email #346: I’m having trouble, suddenly, deciding where my selves begin and end.
Posted in "I" Is a Metaphor for Contradiction, Sometimes I Write Myself Letters, tagged belief, collective consciousness, communism in action, creative writing, English language, family, fun with drugs and plants, god is love, Jesus was a dropout too, language as reality, life, life as metaphor for itself, linguistics, love, my extended adolescence, oneness, personal identity, philosophy, reality, serendipitous landings, starving artistry, Staying a Hair Above the Baseline of Mediocrity, tradeable clothes, writing, your ass looks great in those jeans on 27 May 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I want there to be a place for all of them, for the mes that are loved in countless contexts, disparate only in the superficial sense. Can I tell my family that I’ve done all these drugs and read all these books and suffered all these heady mistakes? My guess is yes. Which of you [...]
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