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May. 13th, 2009

  • 7:37 PM

All these classy classified classifications. You're you now, but let me set words for your own restriction. Be free free free! As free as you feel! But let the language spread to other tongues so your feelings are now unreal.
"Because nothings better than saying what you did or what you'll do."
Not even doing it?
" Who's to say it happened if you will. These are my words dear friend, if others use them, it makes me right. I'll put myself above you because of the things I've described."
But the reality of this is you'll never see the light, the way the color was captured in matter that never before existed to my eyes. And look, just look! Look above and below you, where you never thought something sparkling to be found. You moving thing, keep on growing, because you cant hear a sound. And tell me why a judgement was made about the youth around you now. Us growing things, we'll keep on growing until no words are left to tell.














May. 5th, 2009

  • 3:10 PM
I believe it's necessary to relieve the weight we put on ourselves day in and day out. For the past..oh let's say...three months or so I have been relentless on myself. Carrying thoughts that only have to enter my conscious process once to be deemed important by whatever is so enthralled by them. But recently something changed. The feeling of good love and inspiration shot through all the rigid criticism I had against myself. 

Bonnaroo is a month away. Excited is a huge understatement.

Animal Collective...twice in two weeks? I can definitely dig it.

This summer already smells of a sweet melody and we are all humming along.



AMANDA IS ALMOST HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mar. 21st, 2009

  • 9:41 PM

MGMT
I almost forgot the good feelings.  

Oh....they are definitely good.



 

Mar. 13th, 2009

  • 1:31 PM

 

"Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past."






Feb. 4th, 2009

  • 10:56 PM

American Education as an Addictive Process

Timothy Leary Undergraduates come to me very often and say, "I want to go on to graduate school in psychology. Where should I go?" And I always ask them the question, "Why do you want to study psychology?" And as I listen to them, usually one of two answers develops. Answer number one is: "I want to become a psychologist. I want to play the psychology game. I want to be able to play the role and use the terms you use, and I want to be an assistant professor and then an associate professor and then a full professor, and I want get tenure, and maybe if I'm really ambitious, I might get to be president of the American Psychological Association." Well, that's fair enough, and for someone who has that ambition I can give them advice about the strategic universities to go to, like go to Michigan or Yale but don't go to XYZ.

Some students, though, will say, "I want to study psychology because I want to study human nature" or "I want to find out what's what." To do some good. And then I can tell them, well, forget about graduate school. What kind of good do you want to do? Do you want to help the mentally ill? Then get yourself committed to a mental hospital. Stay there for a year or two; you'll learn more about mental illness in that two years than our profession has learned in a hundred years. If you want to learn about delinquency and reducing crime, go down to the tough section, learn the crime game, learn how to make a man-to-man contact with tough guys, learn from them why they are crooks and criminals. Spend a year in prison, no as a psychologist, but maybe as a guard, or cleaning up garbage, and you'll learn more than you will ever learn in a criminology textbook. That is how it goes. There is no problem that can't be best solved and best worked out at this stage of ignorance by getting right into the reality.

Of course, another objection to this suggestion is: "After all, we do need some information and we do need facts and we have to learn them in university courses." And I say, "Sure there are existential problems; there are certain times when in trying to solve an existential problem you will want to borrow the experience and the data of previous investigators." You can use the library, but again, beware, it's just like a narcotic. Library books are very dangerous addictive substances. Like heroin, books can become an end in themselves. I made the suggestion years ago at Harvard University that they lock up Widener Library, put chains on the doors, and have little holes in the wall like in bank tellers' windows, and if a student wanted to get a book, he would have to come with a little slip made out showing that he had some existential, practical question. He wouldn't say that he wanted to stuff a lot of facts in his mind so that he could impress a teacher or be one up on the other students in the intellectual game. No. But if he had an existential problem, then the library would help him get all the information that could be brought to bear on that problem.

Needless to say, this plan didn't make much of a hit, and the doors of the Harvard Library are still open. You can still get dangerous narcotic volumes without a prescription at Harvard.





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We have all definitely gone our separate ways over the years. I hope you are well wherever you are and stay well wherever you are going. I'm not taking business classes, or anything that wants to teach me how to succeed in this world by making money. Film, writing, more film...and more writing.



As cliche and cheesy as it may be... Love still undeniably changes a person inside and out. And it is constantly happening all around us.

Dear California

  • Jan. 26th, 2009 at 11:54 AM
Thank you...

For raining on us while Animal Collective sung us across the border. For the cloud that was falling to the ground. For giving us oranges and grandma's stew. For broken clouds in the sky and melrose girls that make me realize how greatful I am for the people I have in my life. For cancelling Animal Collective, and the homeless man I gave all my money to. For Courtney and Val Kimer and that other guy with huge hair plus the other 6 Animal Collective fans that came over to our Motel. And for that motel, because the Asian owners have a Jim Morrison room. For Modelo and plants and new friends. For cramming 6 people into a car to listen to leaf house, peacebone, and merriweather. For the pier, the roller coaster, hugs from strangers, and a ferris wheel that parked us over the black ocean. For that moment we realized everything was for a reason, at least for two days. For the morning we packed bags, drove to the cemetary hill, and we felt okay with everything. And finally, thank you for all of those moments I felt like I was in the right place at the perfect time.

09

  • Jan. 22nd, 2009 at 3:01 PM
Burning Man

Jan. 14th, 2009

  • 11:51 PM

Print me this.
In return I'll run, and jump, and sing you songs until the night is gone.
Organ.
While you turn on your faith because the day has rained away the warmth.
In your hands.
It's easier to say when you're miles away from them.
Please know.
That my blood still will rush if you tell me exactly what's in your brain.
And believe in.
Your dialated thoughts when the lights are shut off.
You've won.
But still decades away from the noon where you lay with the roots.
It is what it is.
For his eyes did shut when I dug him into the grain.
Before it all begins.
It's always harder to tell what pigment someone will stain.


 
You're veins run through dirt into water.
A color bleach will never drain.

Jan. 14th, 2009

  • 12:42 PM
Force the tracks beneath you
They collapse to your hunting
When the time can get you
Your sinking song will fail too

You've made it this far
Unraveled tissue of lights
Settling is hard
Free and will are difficult
Until you know they aren't

The shine of what's after
This dull dead apartment
Can make you so much better
It's okay to make believe

Shaded so well
When you nest in the crater
Gravity is strangling
Settling is hard
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When the time can get you
It's okay to make believe


 

Jan. 9th, 2009

  • 2:12 AM
I've figured out a lot of things lately.

"What things?"

There is no such thing as a fact, or an anti-christ.
Everything is in you, your mind...and none of us can make up our own. And so we listen. We listen to everything everyone else has to say and never make our own hypothesis. Realize the scientist has a daughter, a waste bin, and a struggle. Your neighbor too. Both hands made of the same tissue.

"So you're telling me science is wrong?"

No. Im telling you it's an idea. The way we saw things fit together. Maybe we mixed a few fragments and mistook them
for eachother. Or maybe there's more to what's already there. There has to be flaw for there to be figure. When you understand that, then you can see without heart or mind. Simply observation.


" You've figured that we really know nothing."

We know what we know. The problem is just that... We seem to be okay with it.

"Are you okay with it?"

Defintiely not.

Dec. 21st, 2008

  • 7:49 PM
When you're so close to finding what you think you need, you realize that an entirely new process will start itself towards what you really need.

Nov. 21st, 2008

  • 7:08 PM

What's on your mind lately?
"Everything."

What about everything?
"I'm starting to think that I don't care enough about everything. But at the same time I care a lot about things."

What do you care about?
" I care about how they moved away and how I don't speak with them as much as someone who says they love them so much should. I actually think about this a lot. I wonder if it makes me a bad person, or if I just stopped talking because I'm lazy, or if I just miss them so much that knowing I can't see them just makes me really sad."

Something about that has to make you very sad. You're crying right now.

"Something about this does make me very sad. I want them to understand I love them. But that's hard to make a person understand."

I agree.

"I've changed"

We all change. I think it's most difficult to deal with the change that's happening to yourself. Are you confused about the change?
" Very. I still miss those days."

You talk about missing things quite often. Do you ever think that it's actually that those things you miss are things you want the most?
" They are. I'm just afraid I'll never find them again. And that is a crushing feeling."

Can I tell you something?
"Of course."

You will find them again.
" I know."

Really?
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"Yes. We all have our irrational fears."






 

Oct. 26th, 2008

  • 1:57 PM


 
So that day, do you ever miss it?
"Of course. In August heat we all miss December."

And in December?
"We miss the ocean."


Do you remember what that day felt like?
"We all remember what it felt like."

 
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How does that make you feel now?
"Like I'm a part of someone, someone's memory. But that doesn't mean anything right now. It just is."

Why doesn't that mean anything to you right now?
"Because right now I'm talking to you. I don't know if I'll remember this 10 years from now, but I will remember you. I will remember all of the questions you made me ask myself, and all of the answers I never found. I want to thank you for that. You gave me something to search for."




 

No one understands

  • Oct. 23rd, 2008 at 5:52 PM
how fucking amazing Beck is.

Sep. 3rd, 2008

  • 12:21 AM
Ben.Car. Model home intruding. Moths. Rocks. Cig. smoke. mountains. hatebreed. drunk ass. starbucks.  overhearing annoying conversations about sex. Having non annoying conversations about sex. hates snakes. hates fizzy drinks. leave. you're a wolf. the diving bell. little frog that looks like rock. no country for old men was a remake? You should know that. But it's not. Saul Williams. The poet laureate. Billy Collins. Tremelo. Berge. Aunts house. Wicker Man. Youtube. "findings". First fridays. Call Dan. Super Smash bros again. And now I wait.


I may go into detail another time. Im super tired.