heights

"they will see us waving from such great heights,
"come down now", they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
"come down now", but we'll stay..." --postal

i went climbing today. i've been climbing recently. but today i went climbing with stephen. there something energizing about climbing. looking up at the place you want to be and knowing that all you have to do is climb up to the top. "everything looks perfect from far away." and not the false-perfect of george seurat that falls apart upon minute inspection. but instead today WAS a sunday on la grand jette, and in lieu of umbrellas, we had cameras and instead of blazers we had hoodies. and everything did look clearer from the top as well, almost as if our exertions in reaching the apex justified our clarity.



i felt good to climb today. sometimes the bricks were lose. sometimes the places i wanted to go had no access. no matter how cool i thought it would be, i was blocked as if i had no input. but the floors and rooms i did get to experience were well worth any effort it took to ascend to a new place. and when i got there, i realized that my effort has flavored the view. and the chysler building was beautiful and sophisticated.

such great heights. i love that beat. the opening of this song is distinct and separate, unlike its counterparts. and that's probably why i love it so much. or maybe because i like climbing and i wanna stand on such great heights. except i've never realized how much i liked climbing, until i went climbing today. but i've been climbing recently too. and maybe i've climbed in the past. all in all its gotta be the engulfing feeling of accomplishment. where there was distance and such great heights separating you before there is left a residual thoroughfare paved with your intentions-in-action.

in control

when it happened twice before, you knew it was gonna happen again.

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if you're not outta control, then you're not in control.

and y'all know where to find me on june 16!

aspirations

when i grow up, i want to be left-handed.

invasion

yesterday i woke up to look out the window, saw this, and i thought, when did the north koreans get here?!

zombie

so i woke up yesterday morning with the absolute best song in my head.  zombie. by the cranberries.  at least 8 degrees of awesome strung into that song.  just think of the lyrics, in your head, in your hee-a-d-d, in you he-e-ea-d-d, again and again.  but as you wail these notes, remember that you have to punch yourself in the throat at the right beat to simulate the perfect tone and syncopation.  but sitting there eating my costco peach yogurt watching stephen get ready for work, i thought, "maybe they have something here." 


how much of what we deem reality is really real?  for example, take stephen and his latest post please pass. google doesn't define the reality of his blog. it's there. but yet in his head, he wants greater recognition (and maybe i'm putting motive where is doesn't exist) and for the grand wizard of the world wide web to dub him sir deltar, ruler of the dominion.


sometime when it's cold outside all it takes is one good shiver to shake off the annoyance. sometimes when you're nervous you just have to stop thinking nervous. i remember this time when i was walking with my buddies back from the beach heading to the eki outside of fujisawa, just a little ways from tokyo, and i was trying to be poetical with the statement, "don't worry, i have an innate abitlity to be where i've been before." but other times i think that we define ourselves through diversity, which can be unifying or dividing. and sometimes i can't remember how i dress in the summer when it's winter cause its so cold and can't conceptualize the idea of leaving the house in shorts, flip-flops, and awesome t-shirts. sometimes i think i'm the same. sometimes i think i'm different, and i'm speaking chronologically. sometimes your ahead, but if everybody turns around, you're in the back.


either way:

resilience requires
redefining reality.