hourglass

The roommate has his friends over again. I think this is something I better get used to. It's alright though, I have my music to distract me.-courtesy of my Princess Leia headphones. One of the girls mentioned something about time, and how she doesn't believe in it. Her argument was that time was irrelevant because it doesn't seem to be consistent with our emotions. I know, that kind of doesn't make sense to me either, but here's an example. When you're happy to be somewhere, time goes by quicker. If you were sitting at your office, time seems to slowly creep. So..time doesn't exist because it's not consistent. I guess I understand what she means, but I think it's a ridiculous statement. Time does exist, no matter what way you put it. Even though clocks define this structure we as humans have created for ourselves, time exists because we have always relied on it as a resource to survive. Before the industrial revolution, human beings were more attentive to the patterns of the sun and moon. When the sun rose, that's when your day began. That was the time to plant your crops, tend your livestock, you know all that peasant shit. The concept of time is nothing new..without it..I don't think we would be here.

That reminds me of my own perception of time. Whenever the hurricanes would knock the power out,(which they so often did..and for weeks at a time) the nights would seem so much longer. Because of boredom, and lack of modern "electric" opportunities, I always felt that there was nothing else to do but sleep when the moon rose. I felt each hour. Sitting in the dark with only one candle, it really gave you time to contempate. The days were just as unforgiving, but at least we had the light of the sun to do whatever needed to be done. There wasn't as much restriction as what's given to you by night. So it's interesting to contrast life with and without electricity. I can see that in the present, we move so fast. Because of this structure, it's so easy to miss out on life itself. I don't believe "life" is your "job/career", or the "commute". I believe, nowadays, life is interaction, and communication. What else is left? Survival isn't as harsh as it once was. (first world nation speaking). I say this as I try to get a handle on my life, and how rapidly I feel it's moving. and I say this as I lay down alone, in my room, with no other opnion then my own--no one to refute me. Time exists.. it's subtle with every passing moment, it's quiet- you barely realize it's even there, it heals- you realize that the past is irrelevant, and it demonstrates itself in many forms. Whether it's the ticking clock, or the patterns of the sun and moon.

fridge poetry

How I spent my afternoon.

i hate work

I think I take my English pronunciation for granted sometimes. But I guess we all realize that when we try to learn another language. I came into work about 30 minutes early so I decided to finish my Ben and Jerry's ice cream outside. Driver Dan gave me a copy of his cd. He has a band called "The Warlords of Rock and Roll" It's like a comedy music act. I have yet to hear it but I soon will. While I was sitting outside I noticed how nice the weather was. Breezy, the sun was slowly setting, everyone seemed to be out and about after a week of 100 degree torture. How easy it is to forget amongst the neatly trimmed trees by the boulevards that your in desert territory. There was a dirty white Mercedes in front of me, and when the owner came out he had about 7 shopping bags and a tub full of pretzels. He seemed to challenge me with his glare, as if my Ben and Jerry's creamy Vanilla posed a threat to his army of crunchy rolled dough. I quickly looked away. Then a lady walked past with a stroller and 2 kids sitting in it. I think there were 2 girls, one of them smiled at me, which made me feel a little bit better. It's always nice with a child smiles at you. She was really happy about something..sitting in her stroller singing songs.
Then it was back to the pit, and I bought a 99 cent bag of chips because I'm involuntarily fasting.
Why can't everything be free?

the quest to innith and outeth

I felt so restless earlier, I needed something to do. Read? Eh, I just didn't..feel like it. If I stay inside my room to long I'll start to get a little agitated. And these iron bars over my window don't seem to help the situation either. I decided to invite myself to a fun filled adventure to the In and Out Burger in Studio City. GoogleMaps said it would take about 7 minutes but I knew that was a lie! It was no problem though, it was 11:30 at night and the 101 Freeway is quite enjoyable then. I didn't want to go to the one in Hollywood because everytime I pull up I always get the same fucking guy taking my order. He's gonna think I'm some In and Out freak..

Which I am, but no one has to know :o)