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2009-02-01T05:35:00.000-08:00

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Boycott to the presence of Guillermo Vargas "Habacuc" at the Bienal Centroamericana Honduras 2008 Petition

2008-04-18T10:25:00.000-07:00

Boycott to the presence of Guillermo Vargas "Habacuc" at the Bienal Centroamericana Honduras 2008 Petition

This is an unbelievable act of conscious evil. As I stated with my signature— perhaps tying the artist up and letting him starve to death would be better art. Or if he was impaled.

Ancient Wisdom Good For All Mondays

2008-04-14T06:27:00.000-07:00

"Remember how long you've been putting this off,
how many extensions the gods gave you, and you didn't use them. At some
point you have to recognize what world it is that you belong to; what power
rules it and from what source you spring; that there is a limit to the time
assigned you, and if you don't use it to free yourself it will be gone and will
never return."

—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

You Can't Go Home Again & You Never Should Have Left

2008-04-06T20:52:00.000-07:00

I am presently surprisingly bored, unfortunately broke, and deliriously tired. Believe it or not, but Vegas becomes stale quite quickly.

On a better note...

I re-read You Can't Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe this weekend.

"Some things will never change. Some things will always be the same. Lean down
your ear upon the earth, and listen."

I have for many years been in awe of Wolfe and his epic-time-description. And to put my sentiments quaintly... nothing changes. His words impress more deeply upon me each time I lift his pages. With each passing moment of my life, his literal life seems to become a greater mirror of mine. Even if you have never missed and longed for someplace so violently that even in your unconscious dreams it brings a blunt and wakeful pain to your heart... his words are worth your while.

"You found the earth too great for your one life... But it has been this way
with all men... You have faltered, you have missed the way... And now, because
you have known madness and despair... We who have stormed the ramparts of the furious earth and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us—we call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that these things pass."

The man knew how to pull a pen across a page- and make it last, make it momentous. It is all very real, very true. He does not mimic... for there are mortal recollections and emotions more memorable than pure sadness that only those who have left their true and beloved home—left it against their better judgement—have felt. It is a unique pain, a different yearning. A desperation unknown before that first foolish, weary step.

"...it was silly, anyhow, to feel as he did about the place.
But why had he
always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much
about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if it did not matter, and
if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he
had on earth?"

It's not depressing; though I know it may seem tiresome. It is rather, a companion to lonesome wanderers. A textual beacon from the past that has ceased to fade. Will never fade so long as there are restless fools such as myself who act with stubborn insistence upon a sporadic and momentary urge to move. A mistaken epiphany leads dreamers and wanderers much further into solitude with such unceremonious brevity that it is years before one can even begin to notice they are no longer home; that they have left, and kept moving. It is quite a time before one realizes that the faces surrounding are not the same, the streets have changed their course, the music sings of foreign loves; Time has passed, the past is now your future.

"...and he had an instant sense of something re-found that he had always
known—something far, near, strange, and so familiar—and it seemed to him that he
had never left the hills, and all that had passed in the years between was like
a dream."

Ironically, the restless wanderer has kept stagnant while the immovable past has fled. As long as there are those who once believed that love was something that one could do without, as long as we— the simply ridiculous and clearly delusional—continue to flee, his Homeric lamp will burn.

"...Must the beggar on horseback forever reel?"
"All he knew was that the
years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again."

Proposition317 St. Patricks Day

2008-03-15T22:09:00.000-07:00

Because there’s no better day to be at the bar.

JUST DO IT!

http://www.proposition317.com/stpats.html?deepLink=null

Dear Megan:

2008-02-25T08:17:00.000-08:00

NO!

Your Favorite Book Cover?

2008-02-24T22:59:00.000-08:00

Question: What is your favorite book cover?

Feel free to offer numerous titles. If you’re up for it, I’d love to hear your reasons, whatever they may be.

Have you ever bought a book based solely on the cover?

Please, anyone at all, I am beyond curious about others answers! The reasons are below- but even if you don’t read them, I’d really like to have your responses anyway.

In the past few days it has come to my attention that the majority of book covers are incredibly ugly. Most of them show a complete lack of care or interest; this annoys me because, really, what’s contained inside is usually of the opposite nature. This is a stunning revelation on my part, for many reasons. Were you to look in on me at any moment in time, you’d see me surrounded by a room walled with spines atop cherry horizons. Pillars of proof and prose, awaiting the addition of new wooden apartments. Shorter stacks rest upon every surface, recently researched pages resting next to pillows. This trail of definition follows me throughout my house and a few even manage to travel on a daily basis with me to and fro. You could make no mistake on this matter; the tangible book is something I truly love. So, even to myself, it seems incredibly silly that before now I have been unaware of the lack of visual appeal that most book covers possess.

But, alas, I see.

Though this epiphany will make absolutely no difference in my reading patterns, it is something I’m strangely intrigued by. Possibly because I’m in awe of the fact that I can be so utterly unperceptive. This I feel surpasses my usual ability (others tend to not use the word ability…) to be completely unaware of the world around me.

It became a bit of a project. I have wandered among store shelves looking for the aesthetic attraction - a new and interesting action for me. I tried my hardest to find books among my collection that I may have unknowingly bought solely on the cover… this was to no avail, for even those that may appear to fit the description, I actually found interest in the contained paper.
So, again, I ask for your input concerning this tangent I’ve stumbled off on.

Happy Searching!

2008-02-20T02:20:00.000-08:00

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From Vine to Virtue; Veritas

2008-02-15T09:54:00.001-08:00

The first sound I can remember hearing, a sound so pristinely embedded in my memory, the one that concocts the framework of my senses, the carnal inertia of my illiquid reality;

the uncorking of a bottle.

The echos playing with the vulgar aria that had been uncaged as it bounced around forgotten corners, flowing gracefully through the marbled hallways of my childhood.

Crimson Bacchanal; life's blood.

A Book and a Beer

2008-02-13T09:48:00.000-08:00

Bookstores and bars are of the same nature. Filled with people who are actually very much alike.

In both you will find yourself amongst a group of individuals all searching for something. Searching for

a release,

a mask,

an identity,

an epiphany,

an escape,

peace of mind,

a companion.

These worlds seem to seldom collide, sadly. But if you happen to see, perhaps, a man with a pint in front of him and an open book in his hands...

Take note that you are gazing upon a completely content man.

That, or he is insane.

There may be little difference between the two. Who knows.

Day One; of a Blog

2008-02-12T17:42:00.000-08:00

All important information is useless.

Just ask the guy who beats you at bar trivia. Then ask the guy who never wins.

To both, I'm sure, their useless information is rather important.