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15 July 2014 @ 10:31 am
Pick a single thread of my life and followed it
winding and weaving
in and out of existence
only to appear in another place
in another time
with another me

It is unclear if this thread is the clew to who I have been
or the golden skan
hinting at a Becoming
at least a hope of such

Mustn't look too long upon it
I see all those times I've tied myself in knots
by the varying contortions
in service of ego
and vice
until it looks more like a chain
than a lifeline

Mustn't grasp too tightly
or follow too blindly
going forward
it passes through the veil
that blocks the sight of all men
save Tiresias
who knew better than most
the two faces of lust
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27 January 2014 @ 04:13 pm
Two years and two bar exams later... Now admitted in two states and have just completed my first year(ish) as a practicing licensed attorney.

Now in my early 30s, I finally have perspective on all the bizarre wanderings and general short-sightedness of my 20s.

Realizing that doors are slowly closing, but am unsure if those new doors I see opening are at an adequate replacement rate.
18 February 2012 @ 03:46 pm
Countdown is unwavering. Boredom and desire for a little danger.

I see the various aspects slide over one another as giant steal plates - a brilliant rusted puzzle box that grinds with the inertia of burnt out suns and long forgotten locomotion.

The pieces are almost in place for perfection. Fortifying the illusion of perfection. Just before I tear it down.
09 August 2011 @ 02:33 am
School has ended. That's it. I have a doctorate.

Now all I want to do is run away and build things in an endless underground workshop replete with old typewriters, clockwork, cafe racers and indolent furniture awaiting rebirth.

Maybe even send mad political notes to the topworld - all in perfectly metered insanity.

An elegy for fiscal policy. A haiku for war.
09 August 2011 @ 02:23 am
This concept of an online journal - is it more or less narcissistic than other social networking sites?

Is it more arrogant to post a thousand pictures of your self, friends, hobbies, puppies and lovers or to write endless paragraphs about what you think or feel?
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
01 October 2010 @ 12:59 pm
To distinguish inanimate objects as such, you must acknowledge the converse. That is to say, you must identify which objects are the animate objects, such as humans. This is the appropriate foil because when we use the phrase "inanimate object" we typically mean 'non-thinking' / 'non-feeling' and not the literal 'non-moving'. So, by contrast humans are animate objects, but they are objects.

To revile this fact is to question what it means to be an object.
To this, I applaud and encourage you to bring the revelation back to the inanimate objects.
26 September 2010 @ 06:30 pm
Lost all my phone numbers.
Please resubmit via email which is my user name @gmail.com

I will make a point of calling and re-connecting, even if we haven't hung out in a while.
11 August 2010 @ 08:27 pm
Learning the piano to stimulate the other hemisphere.
It's coming along much more easily than I expected.

The 'days of summer' I remember from childhood were the frenzied alternation of great adventures and much deserved indolence. My memory of these times is too sun-bleached to accurately recall the dark spots. Today, summer days still bleed together, but for a different reason.

Work! Too much work with not enough creation.
Tired of intellectual masturbation.
Starved for a little stimulation.
22 April 2010 @ 01:53 am
Focusing in for the long slog.
Whether I like it or not, it'll all be over May 13th.