There are days when I am very happy without knowing why. Days when I am happy to be alive and breathing, when my whole being seems to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect sunny day. I live for these days, and on these days I like to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Blog Carnival: The Webs We Weave

Peanut Butter...

Does not make me think of jelly. Or rather, I guess it does because it makes me think how much I despise jelly...or jam...or preserves. What the heck's the difference anyways? Why not eat fruit whole and fresh? What's with grinding it up and adding sugar and syrupy crap? Or drying it out. I will never understand dried fruit. Oh good, now I chew on leathery fruit devoid of most nutrients. Excellent.

It's true that a fruit's nutrients often lie within the skin, so if you go skinless, you're not getting the full effect. Not that other things should not go skinless, like chicken, at least as a food. Skinless alive might be problematic. There are hairless things though...

Hairless dogs, rats, cats, guinea pigs...


They feel like velvet, which is NOT a flattering look on anyone unless she or he is under the age of six. Crushed velvet is reserved for those under the age of three and the early 90s trends.

Was crimped hair part of the early 90s? If not, then my father tortured me unnecessarily. Unnecessary---un meaning not, and necesse, or indispensable. Originally ne (not) plus cedere, meaning to go away or withdraw. Similar to the Spanish cerrar, to close, I guess. Or maybe I'm just connecting nonexistent threads.

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1832


The Lady of Shallot by John William Waterhouse, 1888

Oh the web she wove.

I'm hungry.
I think I'll have my fuji apple and peanut butter.

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I think, therefore I think I am.

How do you think? Odd question, perhaps. I don't mean how do you think, as in what synapses are used and how the brain functions. I mean, what do your thoughts look like? Are they musical, colorful, completely abstract, surreal, in words, etc?

I think in pictures, with words thrown in from time to time, swirling backwards down the drain like water in the southern hemisphere. The words are usually in a serif font and mirrored. I'm not sure why, but maybe it has to do with the fact that I can read mirror image text easily and write it as well. I don't know what this means other than my talents are wasting away.

My thoughts are pictures, very distinct, mobile pictures. The thoughts freeze in place, but then move on and walk out of the frame of my mind, as if I have a movie camera up there watching inside my head. Scenes take place, finish, and step offstage. Thoughts that I have a hard time recalling are backstage, lurking behind the curtains. I can feel them there, but I can't see them well enough to figure out what they are. I am almost in my own head, seeing the thoughts pan out, and moving around to find answers when my view is obstructed.

Sometimes my thoughts are mixed with sound. Often I hear narration to my current thoughts while I...think. What's odd is that the voice is not mine, at least not recognizably so. I can recall voice pitch and intonation quite as well, so memories include both moving pictures and sound.

I wonder if the way we think has to do with how we learn best? I learn best by doing. Experience learning. I must wrap my own two hands around a problem in order to figure it out and fully comprehend it. Otherwise, I might only see the answer and the route to get to the answer. I'm a sponge, but I have to sit in the pan of water for a while.


image by charles lloyd

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Más Pillow Book Para Vosotros

Busy weekend. I tried out rock-climbing for the first time and LOVED it. It's a rush to feel like you can't reach the next foot/handhold and then stretching that little bit extra to make it. I definitely will be going out again.



Also finished up a complex accounting problem (well, complex for my level) and managed to get it right! So hooray for that. Anyone out there doing the Canine Classic in Boulder on April 18th? Let me know, because I'd love to meet up! T.S. and I will be there with our game faces on!

Things that bring (happy) tears to my eyes:
*The Office wedding scene.
*When T.S. lays his head on me and thumps his tail.
*Random cards in the mail from friends.
*The Man in the Moon's end scenes.

Songs that I can't stop listening to:
*Sleepyhead.
*Fake Plastic Trees.
*We Only Come Out at Night.
*Disintegration.
*Robots (live version I saw @ Red Rocks).

Things that distract me:
*Math problems.
*Dust and dirt...must clean!
*Snoring.
*Intentions...what I meant to do before I previously became distracted.

I'm currently re-watching my Everwood dvds. Such a good show, and set in Colorado!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

BLOG CARNIVAL: Scenic Scribbles: The Environment of Writing

Levels of Consciousness

I started a hike up Royal Arch and thought of the levels of the flatirons, the makeup of its paths. I thought about these levels and how they were like levels of consciousness or being.

Pre-dawn
Up in the morning before the sun lends its light to the ground. Up and immediately needing. Pre-dawn is a time of instant demands. Survival instincts kick in, and as I trudge up the hill, breathing out visible puffs in the dark, I think of bears. In the dark, I am both vulnerable and cloaked in cover. Sheltered, but wary. The mountain above me hides, and in the pre-dawn hours, I can only know that what's not visible, isn't there.


Awakening
Moving up beyond a man-made path, I am enveloped in tree branches, weighted by snow. The sun begins to share its light with the ground. I've left pre-dawn and arrived at awakening. My senses seek experience. They reach out, grasping onto the rough edges of consciousness. This is a place past immediacy. I can touch the base of the flatirons and feel the dripping ice slide down the rock. Here is a time of noticing and acting on stimuli rather than only needs. My boots fall through the snow, each step sinking down til compacted snow stops it. And up I go.


Curious Activity
Higher still I climb, and the branches dwindle. Light seeps into the trees and bounces right back off the snow, blinding me. The sun holds onto its power even through the haze. Here I question. Here I want answers. How is the snow here so much softer and moist than that of the lower levels? What bird made tracks the size of peanuts in the snow? And what plants besides pine and ivy last all winter? My thoughts scatter from one to another, only landing long enough to take a mental picture.


Surreal
The town below is not real. It's too far away to connect to, and therefore only exists as a picture. The landscape is merely a backdrop to this rock, like evening is for night. Changeable in a moment, but not definable at any time. It's an incoherent sigh of relief. Exhalation frozen in the air. Such silence calms me after a day of curious activity. Thoughts from the day gel and stick in my mind. These are the things to ponder in sleep. Here is where you drift, hoping to stay for good, but knowing it is impossible.


Descent
It's a long way down. Usually, down is much easier than up, but when snow's involved, down becomes literal, and I try not to fall. Descent is the time the sun disappears: when thoughts become only of sleep so that the body and mind have no choice but to obey.



"Every moment of light and dark is a miracle."
Walt Whitman
 
I often wonder about these in between moments, these discrete miracles. What is the single moment that night becomes day. Weather reports say: Sunrise 6:49 a.m, but at what moment does dark become light, light back to dark. What moment does a mountain grow? These are environmental Pinter moments. A communication passes silently, but it's up to us to notice and understand it.


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