Saturday, July 4, 2009

hair, war and independence day

i cut half of my hair today and reasoned it into a messy package with the partial withdrawal of US troops from Iraqi cities. It had grown about 2 feet over the past 8 years, probably more, but 2 feet was its maximum potential due to fraying.

I don't know why I felt i needed to do something special on the 4th of July. I should have just shot a firecracker.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

ignorance accepted

I have such a hard time understanding the personal history that i have actually experienced and how it relates to the present that I wonder how in the world can one actually understand the history of a culture as presented through the viewpoints or interpretations of others?

It is still worth a shot though. I wonder if a comprehensive yet easily understood text on world history exists?

Sunday, June 21, 2009

east meats west

Yes, I meant "meats", but I don't know why.

I have not written in nearly 6 months. Maybe it's the solstice that drives me to type today, but i know I have been too busy to concern myself with this hidden drivel.

I am taking an online workshop on East Asian studies. One professor seems anxious that I have not completed my written work, which is not due for another 3 weeks, and has apparently questioned my professional integrity and commitment to the program. This really, really, pisses me off, as I have purposely designated the next two weeks to focus entirely on this endeavor. I think he just wants everything turned in early so he can get on with his summer.

But what really upsets me, I think, is that my integrity would be questioned. Although I may not have that much, I do cherish what little I have.

But perhaps the past four years of Webb's administration have caused me to question professional integrity on a grand scale, and this little communication from an instructor just picks at that wound.

But today is Solstice Day, and Father's Day, and I celebrate my Parents, Family, Mother Sun and Mother Earth.

Monday, January 26, 2009

winter's passing

four weeks.
four times to live the past of lives remembered at their passing.
too soon for two, too late for two.
death's timing nearly always sucks.