There’s an energy that can be derived from meeting new people and finding out that you have something in common with them. It’s one of those cultural wonders, or something. One of those human things that make you remember your mortality and remind you to spend your time doing what you want to do. Or, maybe it just does that to me. I met some new people last night… Jorge, Simon, and I drove to San Francisco from LA for a party, and then drove back right after. It’s not the sort of thing I’d do over and over again, but I’ll never forget it.
February, 2000
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Feb 00
Saturday:
Kids today aren’t taught to sacrifice. They’re taught they can have whatever they want if they work hard enough. But what do we tell them if they ask us if they can have an end to hunger or poverty in the world? We smile and tell them to stop being silly. “You can’t have that!”, we say. And then when the children ask us why not, we don’t know what to tell them and we just smile a little smile and pat their little heads.
You have to sacrifice something before you can understand the true value of what you have.
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Feb 00
Tuesday:
a kiss and a quick rinse behind the ears,
and I am free to rise up and roam the halls again. I am looking for the secret antidote to my incurable romantic hallucinations. Will I ever find it? Hahah! Of course not!
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Feb 00
Tuesday:
Drag my feet up to the stop light.
Watch and wait and the color red stands bright and tall against my path.
Turn and go the other direction, just too late, and I am stuck again. All is not lost perhaps because the original path is now clearly green, but once a man changes his mind, there’s no going back.
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Feb 00
Thursday:
I had written a good start to a GCOID posting the other day when some random act of computer god made it not occur. Fuck a duck.
Oh well. That’s my excuse.
And here’s an impromptu poem. Hope you love it!
rock
my sock
don’t rock the boat
drink
the water
don’t drink the milk
sink
the boat
don’t sink the shrink
dunk
the ball
don’t dunk the donut
sing
the blues
don’t sing your praise
free
the music
don’t free the animals
Well… it’s more random gibberish than a poem, but you probably didn’t notice anyway. haha.
