come back home

a table was just acquired. i was one house off however, for about ten minutes, tugging on an unrelenting garage. i call julie to ask the code to the keypad that i had found. "there is no code... you're at the wrong house."

i just slowly crashed harold's motorcycle. somehow not scratched. it is nighttime though. sharp turn to lay on ankle. pushups commencing.

basketball was revisited last sunday. justin, julian, matt, moriah, leon, and steve. i remember how much time i put into basketball. i still remember.

times have been crazy enough to grant me the idea of a new tattoo. coming soon. (joseph campbell inspired... row your boat...built to spill...photography...)

"school doesn't understand what care means" - joe

when we are close everything disappears.

i learned lover's carvings by bibio. you should listen to it. it gets the smiles rolling.

there will be a gallery sort of thing at my job in march. i am going to have the theme be gratitude. i think.

our hands are supposed to be feeling the face of the other and if that isn't apparent than we must be underwater

swollen

i project what i want onto new dark walls and hope for a clear focus when i should just do it right. there is someone who makes sheets and she is beautiful.







massages should be frequent and understood that it is a necessary tool to heal and understand our own stress.







meditation can show you what youre doing. whether it's thinking too much or getting caught in the 'loop' of circular mindless repetition (while still questioning why/how and not being aware of the fact that you are directly participating in the role you produce each and everyday.







we do it to ourselves. and isn't that something to admire? we all bury ourselves just enough to realize that oxygen really is necessary. there are relationships that continue that have lost life a long time ago and THAT is okay because things end. so like you did in the beginning, embrace the end and get on with it. to be alone or not. it doesn't matter.







so, what does matter?







does it matter does it matter does it matter does it matter does it matter doesn't matter doesn't matter doesn't matter does it matter







have fun with what you have while you have it and if you don't care, then that is fine because we all will leave what we've created behind anyway. make a sick sandcastle or lay in the crashing waves.







feet that melted bags of ice because myelien sheath couldn't remember what 2 plus 2 was. old pain revisits me and i was reminded by an old brother that my pain should not go without recognition. how could someone heal others who has never been hurt? dance with that.

fourth of july smoke

fourth of july smoke, originally uploaded by Ihatewetsocks.

i miss you

Katherine YOU

Katherine YOU, originally uploaded by Ihatewetsocks.

i love you

i love you

i love you, originally uploaded by rabbit furcoat.

this is from leah

they turned their backs on us johnny

they turned their backs on us johnny, originally uploaded by Ihatewetsocks.

johnny has recently had part of the veil removed in his life. he went and bought a book called Your Body's Many Cries For Water

(http://www.amazon.com/Your-Bodys-Many-Cries-Water/dp/0962994235)

After reading this book, he came to realize that many many things are ass backwards in this world. he started telling me things like "they have to know that the things they put in food aren't good... then why are they doing it?" or "doctors have to know that medicine is not helping people at all"

it is quite a fucked up thing we all are going through. it is time to perhaps reevaluate what you are putting into your body. that is, if it feels necessary to do so. you will know when it is the right time.

in response to the simple truth of drinking more (real*) water, i have heard on more than one occasion the phrase "i don't like the way it tastes" or "there is no flavor in water." this is absolute absurdity. just because it 'tastes good' or it 'seems fine' does not mean it is. i sound like a kindergarten teacher, but this is the point we are at right now. this is where we need to start, education wise. the reason why real foods and water doesn't taste so 'great' to us is becaues our mouths have been over stimulated by these fucking insane chemicals and over powered by sugars whether they are artificial or not. we are addicted to the things we eat without even realizing that this is the source of our pain. so then we run off to a person in a white coat to tell us "you have type 2763 diabetes and you need to be insulated right away and you better cut down your sugar intake but surely go and drink diet coke and you will be fine (NO)".

My father and step mom have recently decided to attend school again. It is online school where the 'teacher' speaks over an intercom to all the 'students' across the classroom. students speak in a chatroom interface. They are both taking introductory nutrition courses. I have heard such things as "high fructose corn syrup is the same as sugar" and "diet soda is okay for you" and "follow the pyramid and you will be okay." This all being from an institution of HIGHER LEARNING.

To see all of this, one must really be able to take a step back. Several at that, actually. Let go of your attachments to your ethnocentric systems and see all of this for what it is. Then we can start to pick up the pieces.

Volunteer Opportunities for Disaster Relief are Extremely Limited

"Volunteers without prior disaster relief experience are generally not selected for relief assignments. Candidates with the greatest chance of being selected have fluency in the language of the disaster-stricken area, prior disaster relief experience, and expertise in technical fields such as medicine, communications logistics, water/sanitation engineering. In many cases, these professionals are already available in-country. Most agencies will require at least ten years of experience, as well as several years of experience working overseas. It is not unusual to request that volunteers make a commitment to spend at least three months working on a particular disaster. Most offers of another body to drive trucks, set up tents, and feed children are not accepted. Keep in mind that once a relief agency accepts a volunteer, they are responsible for the volunteer's well-being -i.e., food, shelter, health and security. Resources are strained during a disaster, and another person without the necessary technical skills and experience can often be a considerable burden to an ongoing relief effort. "

- http://www.cidi.org/donate.htm





"Most offers of another body to drive trucks, set up tents, and feed children are not accepted."

Why can this not be okay? Why can't I help people that are dying? Tax write off? Fuck you.

2010. 1.

Books. I have fallen in love with books. I remember my old responses when asked if I liked to read. They were always something like "Yeah, right" and then followed by a chuckle of sorts. The same responses I see from many friends and people that I know. These kids are polluted with garbage in school that teaches almost nothing at all. They don't read what they want to. They read what they have to, if that even.

The only thing that will ever save us is knowledge. It is such a beautiful revelation to have that EUREKA moment and to just KNOW what to do.

I just got called for a photoshoot. Shit is happening. Yes.

If you have eyes, look at this:

http://thepiertoforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/lessons-of-aughts.html