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| Dear GodAll I really want
is a little girl. | | |
| MuzzyWhat's the distance between where I am right now and where I want to be?
I'm in love with Alicia Keys.
I've never had so much organic produce at one time as I do now. I'll cook you a potato.
Do you like Barack Obama? Who cares?
I bought a dobro.
How can we get rid of time? It's gotta go.
Everything is a gift. Everything is a gift. Everything is a gift.
I want a little girl.
When's the next time this country is going to be bombed? Can I ask that?
There's only one thing that really matters. Gas prices. | | |
| Things for todayI'm having some trouble thinking about the "afterlife." I'm sure it's a fairly universal quandary, but I just don't really get it. This is probably because I don't really understand what "life" is anyway. Or maybe rather, HOW life is. I do know there are things I love about life: the multiformity, the unpredictability, the loveliness, but I think mostly just other people. Other people and other things.
The purest moments of beauty or beauty of life, for me, are those far too rare ones in which I forget myself and bask in wonder at something or usually someone. This isn't a passive thing, necessarily, and I'm sure it usually isn't. It probably just seems that way afterwords upon reflection, when you try to recall your own presence in that moment. It's really weird, actually, because you kind of insert things about yourself in that moment that weren't actually there. Like, how bad your hair probably looked, or if someone noticed the snot shoot out your nose when you laughed. Stuff like that. It's probably never the case that you made a huge fool of yourself, because, perhaps, in this moment, the other person or thing is experiencing the same sort of beauty, and afterwords probably posited the same embarrassing attributes.
This is probably just me; I'm an egotistical churl.
Maybe heaven is seeing the snot and just not caring. In any case, this business of the "beatific vision" seems so misleading. I want to dance and laugh and sing and blow shit out my nose, not just gaze. God probably owes that to some people. In the Gospels, whenever Jesus heals someone, they always go off dancing and singing. I like that. If that was heaven, I think I'd like that.
Snot snot snot
My newborn premie cousin Ellie looks like such a little LADY. Good Lord. She's going to be the prettiest little thing in town.
I did well this semester. Good job me. | | |
| Things for todayThese are some things worth documenting.
This has been a very interesting few days. Some of the most momentous of my life, I think. After a rigorous and exhausting Lent, I was baptized and confirmed into the Orthodox Church on Saturday morning, and celebrated Easter that night-early morning. It was a daze, really. A lot of people (mainly converts to Orthodoxy or Catholicism) talk about their day of baptism/confirmation as the best or one of the best days of their lives, and can relate it vividly. Not so for me. While I'm convinced that it really was one of the best days of my life and will be, I honestly probably couldn't relate it to you. Perhaps it was that I received 5 or 6 sacraments over the course of 36 hours, or that I'm completely exhausted in every way. It's probably a little of both.
I woke up late Sunday morning and the first thought that came to me was: "What have I done."
This is common, probably; I imagine almost every newlywed thinks the same thing. This is also a good thing. One must take each chance one gets to commit to the things they might question the next morning. That's not a categorical statement, by the way, but it is a way to live.
I played a jazz concert that afternoon here at school and, out of the blue, won the "Most Outstanding Player of the Year" award, which completely baffled me. I don't say that out of feigned humility or anything, I honestly had no expectations whatsoever to win such an award; our group is full of really marvelous players. Not only that, but I am the first drummer in the history of the school to win that award. When I was asked to stand and bow behind the drum kit, all I could do was shrug. Then comically blow kisses.
What a weekend.
I have so many papers to write.
Life is really, really beautiful.
Christ est ressuscite! En verite, il est ressuscite! | | |
| Things for todayMozart's "Magic Flute" and Lebanese dance music don't go well together. Art galleries need to be more sensitive and strategic about that kind of thing.
A vast majority of work from the SAIC really kinda sucks. But some of it is totally brilliant, like my friend Ming's.
Being 21 is wicked awesome. I'm drinking by myself and casually reading theology. What else could you possibly do on a friday night.
I honestly think I have way more time this semester than I actually do to get all these papers done. This is not good. If I ever ask you if it would be a good idea to take four seminar courses in one semester, tell me, "no. You're an idiot."
I'm in this contest, see. There's a (formerly) huge snow pile in the parking lot behind the apartments, and I got in on a deal with some suckers in which we all claim a day in which the pile will melt completely, and the winner gets five bucks from everyone else. Fatefully, I chose April 5th, and it's dangerously close to winning me a fortune. All I have to do is drink a ton of liquid, go out there every couple of hours and pee away the rest of the pile. Embarrassment aside, this is going to be the easiest 30 dollars I've ever made.
Getting caught looking at pretty girls on the El is embarrassing every time without exception.
Incubators are not completely unlike the prayers of the Virgin Mary, in certain times, and in certain places. Blessed art thou, O Virgin Theotokos, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, more spacious than the heavens; I have a new cousin, Elizabeth Joy. | | |
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