Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
I want to beg of you much as I can to be patient
toward all that's unsolved in your heart,
and learn to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms, or like books that are
written in a very foreign tongue.
Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given you,
because you would not be able to live them,
and the point is to live everything.
Live the question now,
perhaps you will then, gradually, without noticing it,
live along some distant day into the answer.
"Letters to a Young Poet"
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Monday, November 2, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I'm a dead sleeper, I don't wake up for anything. You know how animals hibernate in the winter? I hibernate every evening. This morning, much to my displeasure, I was woken up on two separate occasions; 1. my room-mate plopping his dog on my bed as I pushed him out the door with my profanities and 2. my mother dropping off groceries. Yes, my mother is still a mother even AFTER I've graduated college; this is something that will never change, even when I'm making the mega-bucks (ha, that's a laugh) and have a family of my own. After sipping down my Smooth Move tea (you've got to get those bowels moving) and chomping on a mediocre bagel from Starbucks, I plopped down on my neatly made bed and decided to get to work, only to find out that I have one more day to go until I break new ground. Why? I have to learn the Basic Tools.