September 2008
I have a process for travelling. It involves the following steps:
1. Two days prior to departure: laundry complete, ironing of potential items, pre-pack. (Occasionally, make list of top half/bottom half items, draw lines between things that work together to ensure things can be matched with other things should conditions dictate.)
2. One day prior to departure: go through pre-pack, remove items deemed unnecessary/untenable due to climate or plans, re-pre-pack.
3. Day of departure: remove two more things, zip suitcase.
This prevents all unnecessary last minute running around trying to find the shoes for that dress or looking for that lipstick I never wear but might need in a foreign city. It is a system that has been refined down to a science.
(Final Fantasy?)
In the forest near the danube river,
There is a nightingale singing,
He sings to gather everyone from his family
In the forest near the danube river,
There is a bass vibrating and a fiddle crying,
I think of a place where my lovely one is strolling now
In the forest near the danube river,
I am sick with my loneliness,
Crying, I want to fly like a bird,
To where my lovely one is now.
Here is just one example of the total wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe; the realest, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely think about this sort of natural, basic self-centeredness because it’s so socially repulsive. But it’s pretty much the same for all of us. It is our default setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: there is no experience you have had that you are not the absolute center of. The world as you experience it is there in front of YOU or behind YOU, to the left or right of YOU, on YOUR TV or YOUR monitor. And so on. Other people’s thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real.
Please don’t worry that I’m getting ready to lecture you about compassion or other-directedness or all the so-called virtues. This is not a matter of virtue. It’s a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default setting which is to be deeply and literally self-centered and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self. People who can adjust their natural default setting this way are often described as being “well-adjusted”, which I suggest to you is not an accidental term…
…If you’re automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won’t consider possibilities that aren’t annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.
” —David Foster Wallace, 2005 Kenyon Commencement Address - May 21, 2005 (via lonelysandwich)
I know at times I’m incredibly, amazingly selfish, but at times, I hope I break my programming and become well-adjusted. I’m certainly good at bearing the crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situations.
I used to write things for fun and profit. Now I make PowerPoint slides for more profit.
Two handfuls of Chili Cheese Fritos and half a can of flat Cherry Coke
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Baby you’re not the only one…
Oh oh oh yeah
Hey yeah
[JC:]
I see the things he does to you
All the pain that he puts you through
And I see what’s really going on
Staying out at night while you’re by the phone
Take it from me
It’s a lesson to be learned
Even the good guys get burned
Take it from me
See I would give you love
The kind of love that you’ve only dreamed of
Baby you’re not the only one
You don’t have to be afraid to fall in love
And I know that you’ve hurt in the past
But if you want it, here’s my heart
No strings attached
[Justin:]
He doesn’t give you the kind of attention
That a girl like you needs (that a girl like you needs)
Cause he always looks around
His eyes wander ‘round
He doesn’t see you like I see
Take it from me
It’s a lesson to be learned
Even the good guys get burned
Take it from me
Baby I would give you love
The kind of love that you’ve only dreamed of yeah
Baby you’re not the only one (baby you’re not the only one)
You don’t have to be afraid to fall in love (to fall in love)
And I know that you’ve hurt in the past (hurt in the past)
But if you want it, here’s my heart (here’s my heart)
No strings attached
Take it from me
[JC:] It’s a lesson to be learned
Even the good guys get burned
Take it from me
[JC & Justin:] See I would give you love
The kind of love that you’ve only dreamed of
[JC:] So if you want to take a chance with me (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
If you (baby) take a chance with me
I’ll be everything you need (everything you need)
Because it’s our destiny
Baby you’re not the only one (baby you’re not the only one)
You don’t have to be afraid to fall in love (you don’t have to be afraid)
And I know that you’ve hurt in the past (know that you’re hurting)
But if you want it, here’s my heart (if you want here’s my heart)
No strings attached
Embarrassing Interweb Confession #28
When I have to seriously buckle down and get shit done, I listen to ‘N Sync. Some of you already know this fact (I have seriously stayed up until 5am working solid just based on their music and Emergen-C), but maybe some of you don’t know which song really gets the brain working the fastest. Yes, “Pop” is a good one. Sure, “Bye Bye Bye” is a nice perky number (and reminds me of going to the concert with Poodle). The one that really gets the things crossed off the list though is “The Game is Over”. Feeling sluggish? Got a shitload of shit to do? Not afraid of bouncy pop with a sample of Pac-Man? This, my friend, is your jam*.
*”Jam” used with the greatest amount of irony possible.
Nervous about meeting J tonight.
Questions for discussion: 1. When there is a typo on a vintage sign, what is more important: Grammar or character? 2. Once all typos have been corrected, what will be the next cause for white people to solve? (side note: do not say Africa, white people are already fast at work making t-shirts)” —Stuff White People Like