Tuesday, May 22, 2007
"After a good-looking boy gives you rabies two, three times, you'll settle down and marry somebody less exciting for the rest of your life"
haha.
It's been one of those weeks where a series of events just coalesce into such a collage of weirldly fascinating oddity.
Some days when I'm driving on the freeway in the morning, all it takes is the right song, and I just want to keep driving in that mode, keep going, lost in the song and never have to take that offramp.
Some days all it takes is the right song to come on to get me to drive a few more exits down and get that Banjo I've been wanting for so long:
I lurve it.
So my birthday was last week. 20 years of being a goon. Hello decade 3, this is going to be a good one. (for some reason that sentence reminds me of Halo 3, which reminds me of Starcraft II ,which was just announced by Blizzard. Seriously epic. Which is also funny because I had a dream about Protoss the night before Starcraft II was announced. )
So Friday was the SunGod festival at UCSD, which is apparantly the one day of the year that the UCSD kids party. Ozomatli is damn awesome live, I don't think I stopped dancing the whole time. Funny was the policemen trying to herd the massive amounts of people in line. If college students can't even form a line, then it's beyond helpless at that point. I don't doubt the people of my generation (actually.....um....well, that's another story), and it seems more insulting than helpful. Funny was just jumping the fence anyway. My new motto is "Always jump." Fences were made to be jumped, always jump. Free yourself.
Sun God friday, and I went to a Dimmu Borgir show on Saturday. These events got me thinking a lot about herd mentality. People in mass, in big groups. When everyone is dancing at once and singing along, its a good feeling. Even when everyone is thrashing against each other and sweaty and people's extremely metal hair is all in your face, its a good feeling still. But at the same time its hard to not feel like you are part of one, larger, organism. One brain, and every extension acting in accordance to its will. You are not as in control as you like to think you are.
So yesterday. Here's my weird little occurences. It was one of those mornings that I just wanted to keep driving and be swallowed by the music. But I went onto campus finally and took care of some shiz. When I was getting some paperwork, I saw this gnarly dragonfly, probably a good 2 inches long, perched on the sign above the window where I was doing my transaction. Something about that dragonfly was mystic, just it being there, and me being there. Dragonflies are pretty crazy. This one looked prehistoric, fake almost.
Walking back to my car, decidedly done for the day, I found a discarded standard ticket on the ground. Just a red little ticket with no other indication of what gateway is was for someone. An art show, a music show, some sort of lecture. Someone's ephemeral key for that one event. I picked it up, of course.
Then I noticed the swing. Some handmade swing composed of rope and a little wooden seat, hanging from a eucalyptis tree.
So I got on the swing. And I swang. And the clouds in the sky, the energy, I could feel it. That dragonfly in my mind, my finding the ticket. Our life is composed of a series of coincidences. It is a coincidence that we end up here at all to begin with. It just keeps going from there.
Tonight I was hangin in the garage with my bro and fetus kids, and I was looking through some cabinets, and I found this crate of old pictures. Some good ones of my brother and I way little and on a pony that looks like its about to have an aneurysm. The best one, by far though, Is one taken of me as a weee little brat, naked from the shirt down, peering through the fence. Its just little lisa ass mooning you. The voyeur photographing the little voyeur.
I'm definitely going to have to scan that one in.
Peace.
It's been one of those weeks where a series of events just coalesce into such a collage of weirldly fascinating oddity.
Some days when I'm driving on the freeway in the morning, all it takes is the right song, and I just want to keep driving in that mode, keep going, lost in the song and never have to take that offramp.
Some days all it takes is the right song to come on to get me to drive a few more exits down and get that Banjo I've been wanting for so long:
I lurve it.So my birthday was last week. 20 years of being a goon. Hello decade 3, this is going to be a good one. (for some reason that sentence reminds me of Halo 3, which reminds me of Starcraft II ,which was just announced by Blizzard. Seriously epic. Which is also funny because I had a dream about Protoss the night before Starcraft II was announced. )
So Friday was the SunGod festival at UCSD, which is apparantly the one day of the year that the UCSD kids party. Ozomatli is damn awesome live, I don't think I stopped dancing the whole time. Funny was the policemen trying to herd the massive amounts of people in line. If college students can't even form a line, then it's beyond helpless at that point. I don't doubt the people of my generation (actually.....um....well, that's another story), and it seems more insulting than helpful. Funny was just jumping the fence anyway. My new motto is "Always jump." Fences were made to be jumped, always jump. Free yourself.
Sun God friday, and I went to a Dimmu Borgir show on Saturday. These events got me thinking a lot about herd mentality. People in mass, in big groups. When everyone is dancing at once and singing along, its a good feeling. Even when everyone is thrashing against each other and sweaty and people's extremely metal hair is all in your face, its a good feeling still. But at the same time its hard to not feel like you are part of one, larger, organism. One brain, and every extension acting in accordance to its will. You are not as in control as you like to think you are.
So yesterday. Here's my weird little occurences. It was one of those mornings that I just wanted to keep driving and be swallowed by the music. But I went onto campus finally and took care of some shiz. When I was getting some paperwork, I saw this gnarly dragonfly, probably a good 2 inches long, perched on the sign above the window where I was doing my transaction. Something about that dragonfly was mystic, just it being there, and me being there. Dragonflies are pretty crazy. This one looked prehistoric, fake almost.
Walking back to my car, decidedly done for the day, I found a discarded standard ticket on the ground. Just a red little ticket with no other indication of what gateway is was for someone. An art show, a music show, some sort of lecture. Someone's ephemeral key for that one event. I picked it up, of course.
Then I noticed the swing. Some handmade swing composed of rope and a little wooden seat, hanging from a eucalyptis tree.
So I got on the swing. And I swang. And the clouds in the sky, the energy, I could feel it. That dragonfly in my mind, my finding the ticket. Our life is composed of a series of coincidences. It is a coincidence that we end up here at all to begin with. It just keeps going from there.
Tonight I was hangin in the garage with my bro and fetus kids, and I was looking through some cabinets, and I found this crate of old pictures. Some good ones of my brother and I way little and on a pony that looks like its about to have an aneurysm. The best one, by far though, Is one taken of me as a weee little brat, naked from the shirt down, peering through the fence. Its just little lisa ass mooning you. The voyeur photographing the little voyeur.
I'm definitely going to have to scan that one in.
Peace.
// posted by Elkay @ 10:35 PM 
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