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  • Ramblings of a Schizophrenic

    March 18, 2010

    • We are but people, living in a world which demands everything from us.I am but a human, bound by love and life, living to create, living to inspire. I miss these days. The days were I can calmly sit at my desk in my art room and work on whatever I wish to work on. I write about pain and death but I paint life and color. How can that be? How can one part of ourselves be so content and yet the ...
  • TIME MURDERERS

    March 3, 2010

    • How much time do you spend at your workplace? If you work a 40 hour week consistently for the year, you are spending approximately 50% of your daytime hours on your job. That figure is only true if you have 2 days off. More accurately, you spend about 67% of your day at work.You may say "well, I have to make a living", but is this really living? At this pace, you are placing yourself in ...
  • Up To Speed

    March 2, 2010

    •         The sixty-first day of the year! Time's marching on apace, The weeks are washed downstream as one In destiny's mill-race They say that life is what takes place while, otherwise employed, We image on the calendar, Our purpose unalloyed But then that's sort of virtual Vicarious, if you like, It won't satisfy the deadlines On a ...
  • Writing Forgives You

    February 24, 2010

    • Preparing for a university lecture I'm giving this week, I found myself typing this rather unexpected sentence:"Writing, my friends, is a forgiving process."I looked up from the screen.  I tried to conjure the incredulous faces of the students in Malloy 020.  I tried to guess at their thoughts.  (Is the woman mad?  Has she seen all the red ink on my last assignment? Does she know ...
  • Obamalama: Un-Sentimentally Progressive

    February 22, 2010

    • Reality is progressive. And mercilessly so. A non-stop unfolding of what is, reality waits for no political throw-back to lick its ego-wounds. Reality is frivolously anti-conservative: it saves no past solutions. It doesn't have to: unpredictably spontaneous, reality constantly reinvents itself. It takes nothing less than the courage of realism and the non-attachment to status-quo of a zen mind ...
  • Seconds?

    February 17, 2010

    • I am transfixed by clocks. Not the digital ones but those where the seconds hand slowly ticks away. I stare without blinking as it does its round circling a centre, each moment a heartbeat.You rarely hear clock sounds in the day - and you almost never hear heartbeats. Other noises take over and seem to silence Time. It is like life superimposing itself on Life. Then, when it is quiet and night ...
  • Making Time

    February 5, 2010

    • Time is one of the most potent of human concepts. Think of all the axioms we've devised to groom and shape the unruly thing into something we can grasp: it flies, it crawls, it marches on. It heals all wounds but waits for no man. It's on our side, it's on our hands, it's of the essence, but where does it go? But all the language we assign to time amounts to the same conclusion: it's progress is ...
  • Running Out Of Time

    February 4, 2010

    • This morning I woke up thinking about death. Not in a morbid way, mind you; more along the lines of how death connects to life itself.    At first impression, the two seem quite opposite from one another, but when one looks closely, they are a mirrored image of each other. Think of the number 8, or better, the sign of infinity; one could fold the symbol in half, and see that the two halves ...
  • The Cost of Creating

    February 3, 2010

    • Everyone I know has two job titles: the one they get paid to do, and the one they wish they got paid to do. I’m a waitress/writer. My girlfriend is a graphic designer/musician, and my brother is a lighting tech/filmmaker. They do the former to afford the equipment and studio time to do the latter, but as a writer I don’t need to pay for electronics or locations. Writers don’t really ...
  • Impetuosity

    January 15, 2010

    • What happened to my impetuosity?Did it get run over by responsibilty, shadowed by caution?Cast aside by regret?Is youth impetuosity?Is the burst of energy and rash thinking solely a product of a young mind?Nowadays if I don't put on a raincoat, I will get wet.If I don't wear a bicycle helmet, I will get hurt.If I drive to fast, I am bound to collide. If I don't tell my son that I love him, I ...