May not know enough about you, babe
That can only come in time
Only know enough to make you stay
On my mind
Though I met you only yesterday
And only for a moment then
I knew I couldn't let you get away
I just have to see you again
I can be the one you love
Let me be the one you need
Take a look into your heart
Try to find a place for me
Can't say I can't live without you, babe
That's just some worn out loser's line
May not know enough about you, babe
But you’ve stayed on my mind
I can be the one you love
Let me be the one you need
Take a look into your heart
Try to find a place for me
-Bill Withers
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Ev Oida Oti Oudev Oida
After Socrates had explained these things to the student, the student nodded and declared, “I see!” Socrates responded, “When I look back on all I have seen, the one thing I see is that I’ve seen nothing.”
While I don’t have the original source on hand, this is basically the scene from whence the title of this blog comes. It loses a little in translation, especially considering the context of Platonic thought in which the only way we can know something is by seeing it as it truly is. (Nothing Socrates might have written has survived, and most of what we know of him comes from the works of Plato.)
As I get older, I find more and more how true it is that I don’t know anything at all, and perhaps I know myself least of all. I don’t trust anybody who thinks they have learned anything by sheer virtue of getting older. I feel sorry for anybody that thinks they have anything figured out, because they are truly missing out on the wonderful mysteries of life waiting to be discovered by anybody bold enough to look for them. I find it frustrating that people generally are not interested in seeking knowledge beyond what they are comfortable with believing. There is nothing more inspiring than challenging our own beliefs and finding how limiting they are.
I am constantly amazed at what can be learned from participating in random life experiences. I never cease to be surprised by my own choices, desires, obsessions and preferences. There are infinite journeys to take and avenues to explore. Don’t just push your boundaries; blow them up! Life is curious. Life is weird. Life is one big question mark. Live it up!
While I don’t have the original source on hand, this is basically the scene from whence the title of this blog comes. It loses a little in translation, especially considering the context of Platonic thought in which the only way we can know something is by seeing it as it truly is. (Nothing Socrates might have written has survived, and most of what we know of him comes from the works of Plato.)
As I get older, I find more and more how true it is that I don’t know anything at all, and perhaps I know myself least of all. I don’t trust anybody who thinks they have learned anything by sheer virtue of getting older. I feel sorry for anybody that thinks they have anything figured out, because they are truly missing out on the wonderful mysteries of life waiting to be discovered by anybody bold enough to look for them. I find it frustrating that people generally are not interested in seeking knowledge beyond what they are comfortable with believing. There is nothing more inspiring than challenging our own beliefs and finding how limiting they are.
I am constantly amazed at what can be learned from participating in random life experiences. I never cease to be surprised by my own choices, desires, obsessions and preferences. There are infinite journeys to take and avenues to explore. Don’t just push your boundaries; blow them up! Life is curious. Life is weird. Life is one big question mark. Live it up!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Porcelina of the Vast Oceans
as far as you take me, that's where I believe
the realm of soft delusions, floating on the leaves
on a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me
as all the thought police, are closing in for sleep
the dilly dally, of my bright lit stay
the steam of my misfortunes
has given me the power to be afraid
and in my mind i'm everyone
and in my mind
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this life
it's what you take that makes it right
porcelina of the oceans blue
porcelina, porcelina
in the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts
the light of all that's good, the light of all that's true
to the fringes gladly, I walk unadorned
with gods and their creations
with filth and disease
porcelina, she waits for me there
with seashell hissing lullabies
and whispers fathomed deep inside my own
hidden thoughts and alibis
my secret thoughts come alive
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this life
it's what you take that makes it right
and in my mind i'm everyone
in my mind i'm everyone
in my mind i'm everyone of you
you make it right
it's all alright
you make it right
porcelina of the oceans blue
porcelina of the oceans blue
- Billy Corgan
the realm of soft delusions, floating on the leaves
on a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me
as all the thought police, are closing in for sleep
the dilly dally, of my bright lit stay
the steam of my misfortunes
has given me the power to be afraid
and in my mind i'm everyone
and in my mind
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this life
it's what you take that makes it right
porcelina of the oceans blue
porcelina, porcelina
in the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts
the light of all that's good, the light of all that's true
to the fringes gladly, I walk unadorned
with gods and their creations
with filth and disease
porcelina, she waits for me there
with seashell hissing lullabies
and whispers fathomed deep inside my own
hidden thoughts and alibis
my secret thoughts come alive
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this whole world
without a care in this life
it's what you take that makes it right
and in my mind i'm everyone
in my mind i'm everyone
in my mind i'm everyone of you
you make it right
it's all alright
you make it right
porcelina of the oceans blue
porcelina of the oceans blue
- Billy Corgan
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Les Paul
The first time I heard Les Paul and Mary Ford I just about shit my pants. This was a music I had never heard before. The recording quality was stupendous, the melodic lines clean yet profound, the tone unsurpassed. Everything about the music was cleverly calculated but refreshingly charming. This was white people music (something I generally avoided at the time) except with soul. I first heard it in 1995. The music was from as early as 1947. To this day, I’ve still never heard anything else like Les Paul’s music, which is inexplicable considering the influence (which includes the invention of multi-track recording and the modern electric guitar) that he has had on modern music. It’s as if everybody since has been futilely trying to copy him. Although, truth be told, a lot of his guitar lines are Django Reinhardt rip-offs.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
One Of These Days
One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
And I'm gonna try
And thank them all
for the good times together
Though so apart we've grown
One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
And I'm gonna thank
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock 'n' roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go
One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
From down in L.A.
All the way to Nashville
From New York City
To my Canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple
Some are weak, some are strong
One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
- Neil Young
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
And I'm gonna try
And thank them all
for the good times together
Though so apart we've grown
One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
And I'm gonna thank
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock 'n' roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go
One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
From down in L.A.
All the way to Nashville
From New York City
To my Canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple
Some are weak, some are strong
One of these days
I'm gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
One of these days
one of these days
one of these days
And it won't be long, it won't be long
- Neil Young
Monday, July 27, 2009
Camping Journal IV
(Key-Sea House July 5-7, 2009)
If you set it down for a minute I’m gonna burn that fucker.
Is that for all the brilliant things we say?
Brilliant’s a stretch.
I was using the binoculars to look at Sandy and Jeremy mostly.
Sandy’s ass?
It’s fine.
You wouldn’t really need binoculars though.
This isn’t gonna be a survival story.
Hey Sandy- what did you say that was funny five minutes ago?
Hope you like Yachats!
I have a long way to go before getting back at you for the big ass comment earlier.
I can’t believe I missed that ONE opportunity of hearing Andrew being an asshole.
It’s like Haley’s comet.
It’s somewhere between a cloud and rain.
Jake has a jump rope.
I’ve never seen his jump rope.
WOW. Things are getting nutty.
So... it turns out your mom does like me.
In only 3 more hours Ann and Carl will be here.
Just don’t think about it.
I like your hood.
Jeremy made a funny.
It’s so soft- have you guys touched it?
What’s up Jer-Bear?
That’s what my mom calls him!
Yeah, but I like it better when she says it.
I brought a slingshot- I want to see how far I can shoot a rock into the water.
Mosquitoes have some weird genitalia.
I’m unna shut up now.
Whatever.
No one’s looking except our wives.
We’re not going to be looking; we’re going to be busy.
I like you.
I like Sandy.
I like me.
Is that why you club baby seals?
Because they’re there. And dirty.
Marshalltown is like the unwashed sprouts of Iowa.
Don’t fuck with Leo.
Don’t accidentally shove your head in the fireplace.
Just use rubbing alcohol.
Just rub it and drink alcohol.
Carl the humping ghost.
Carl the extra-friendly ghost.
It’s a drippy cheater.
It’s a blabbermouth cheater.
Just give it a good yank.
She’s reference use only, Carl.
You have to leave her in the library.
ARE YOU PUTTING A BLANKET ON YOURSELF?!?!?!
I need to deliver some tea.
She went out to find “service.”
Because apparently I’m not doing my job.
What’s your job?
Oh that- I’m still waking up.
What lame thing are you going to write now?
There were these cheerleader mermaids with cheese pizza and beer offering handjobs.
Coffee and Jenga- the perfect storm.
Think outside the pepper.
That’s how Jesus plays Jenga.
Or yoda.
There’s a lot of love going on here this morning.
It’s making me sick.
I love Jer-Bear.
Jer-Bear’s Hair Care.
Carl, I’m going to shove this so far up your ass….
Yes! Sandy does want to do me!
Please refrain from shitting in the toaster.
I have flaccidity function.
It’s like a flamingo threw up in there.
Brokeback Devil’s Backbone
He left the house with nothing but assless chaps.
Are you sure he’s going fishing?
Stink bait.
Tell them about the time I raped you in the bedroom just now.
That’s Carl’s make-shift masturbatorium.
He’s playing solitaire.
There’s nothing funny about the truth.
Okay, are you ready for my vagina now?
I’ve got dominoes in my pants.
I’m sorry about your structure, Jeremy.
Bring me my lemming.
I don’t know; I’ve got a pain in my ass and I don’t know what it is.
I stepped in horse shit- what’s your excuse?
THE KEY-SEA HOUSE IS FOR LOVERS
Hard like me for your mom.
Jesus Christ Choir Boys
Iceburgs suck. Period.
Hey Ann wanna make a Sandywich?
It sucks like it blows- it is not a lolly hobby.
I’ll stick you with me.
I thoroughly enjoyed the time we had together- mostly when we were humping.
Okay see you next y….
What’s that? Oh, I thought I felt something.
You don’t have to try.
You got your lettuce, you got your hot shit.
Projectile shitting out of my head.
Who wants to play the part of the baby seal?
If it involves duct tape, bungee cord and carabiners I can do it.
If you set it down for a minute I’m gonna burn that fucker.
Is that for all the brilliant things we say?
Brilliant’s a stretch.
I was using the binoculars to look at Sandy and Jeremy mostly.
Sandy’s ass?
It’s fine.
You wouldn’t really need binoculars though.
This isn’t gonna be a survival story.
Hey Sandy- what did you say that was funny five minutes ago?
Hope you like Yachats!
I have a long way to go before getting back at you for the big ass comment earlier.
I can’t believe I missed that ONE opportunity of hearing Andrew being an asshole.
It’s like Haley’s comet.
It’s somewhere between a cloud and rain.
Jake has a jump rope.
I’ve never seen his jump rope.
WOW. Things are getting nutty.
So... it turns out your mom does like me.
In only 3 more hours Ann and Carl will be here.
Just don’t think about it.
I like your hood.
Jeremy made a funny.
It’s so soft- have you guys touched it?
What’s up Jer-Bear?
That’s what my mom calls him!
Yeah, but I like it better when she says it.
I brought a slingshot- I want to see how far I can shoot a rock into the water.
Mosquitoes have some weird genitalia.
I’m unna shut up now.
Whatever.
No one’s looking except our wives.
We’re not going to be looking; we’re going to be busy.
I like you.
I like Sandy.
I like me.
Is that why you club baby seals?
Because they’re there. And dirty.
Marshalltown is like the unwashed sprouts of Iowa.
Don’t fuck with Leo.
Don’t accidentally shove your head in the fireplace.
Just use rubbing alcohol.
Just rub it and drink alcohol.
Carl the humping ghost.
Carl the extra-friendly ghost.
It’s a drippy cheater.
It’s a blabbermouth cheater.
Just give it a good yank.
She’s reference use only, Carl.
You have to leave her in the library.
ARE YOU PUTTING A BLANKET ON YOURSELF?!?!?!
I need to deliver some tea.
She went out to find “service.”
Because apparently I’m not doing my job.
What’s your job?
Oh that- I’m still waking up.
What lame thing are you going to write now?
There were these cheerleader mermaids with cheese pizza and beer offering handjobs.
Coffee and Jenga- the perfect storm.
Think outside the pepper.
That’s how Jesus plays Jenga.
Or yoda.
There’s a lot of love going on here this morning.
It’s making me sick.
I love Jer-Bear.
Jer-Bear’s Hair Care.
Carl, I’m going to shove this so far up your ass….
Yes! Sandy does want to do me!
Please refrain from shitting in the toaster.
I have flaccidity function.
It’s like a flamingo threw up in there.
Brokeback Devil’s Backbone
He left the house with nothing but assless chaps.
Are you sure he’s going fishing?
Stink bait.
Tell them about the time I raped you in the bedroom just now.
That’s Carl’s make-shift masturbatorium.
He’s playing solitaire.
There’s nothing funny about the truth.
Okay, are you ready for my vagina now?
I’ve got dominoes in my pants.
I’m sorry about your structure, Jeremy.
Bring me my lemming.
I don’t know; I’ve got a pain in my ass and I don’t know what it is.
I stepped in horse shit- what’s your excuse?
THE KEY-SEA HOUSE IS FOR LOVERS
Hard like me for your mom.
Jesus Christ Choir Boys
Iceburgs suck. Period.
Hey Ann wanna make a Sandywich?
It sucks like it blows- it is not a lolly hobby.
I’ll stick you with me.
I thoroughly enjoyed the time we had together- mostly when we were humping.
Okay see you next y….
What’s that? Oh, I thought I felt something.
You don’t have to try.
You got your lettuce, you got your hot shit.
Projectile shitting out of my head.
Who wants to play the part of the baby seal?
If it involves duct tape, bungee cord and carabiners I can do it.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Parabol/Parabola
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now
Embracing you, this reality here
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful
Wide eyed and hopefully wild
We barely remember what came before this precious moment
Choosing to be here
Right now. Hold on, stay inside
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment
We are choosing to be here
Right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body, this body holding me, be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion
ALIVE!
This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body, this body holding me, be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion
Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
Chance to be… alive and breathing
Chance to be… alive and breathing
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember, we are eternal all this pain is an illusion
-Tool
This one, this form I hold now
Embracing you, this reality here
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful
Wide eyed and hopefully wild
We barely remember what came before this precious moment
Choosing to be here
Right now. Hold on, stay inside
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment
We are choosing to be here
Right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body, this body holding me, be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion
ALIVE!
This holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body, this body holding me, be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion
Swirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this
Chance to be… alive and breathing
Chance to be… alive and breathing
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember, we are eternal all this pain is an illusion
-Tool
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