I was listening to my iPod today and Bright Eyes came on and I heard the line, You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living/Because it is the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing. That, coupled with a few lines from a different song, Boys keep strumming those guitars/We need a record of our failures/Yes, we must document our love made me realize that I still have to write no matter what, that it can't be perfect, it will never be perfect and that I must keep going and working, document my attempts, my failures, my troubles, because that is what is alive, that is what is worth recording, jotting down, sharing with the world.
After that, Outkast's Hey Ya played and I was thinking about the line, If what they say is "Nothing is forever"/Then what makes love the exception? I was feeling terribly philosophical and was thinking about how it seems to be the duty of humans to try and manifest archetypes, to try and bring these perfect ideals into a flawed world. Try as we might, bringing love into the world is quite difficult, and most people seem to be quite bad at it and so often it ends up as hate. See, that's how bad we are at it. Some argue that these emotions and ideals are abstractions but I'm more tempted to say we are the abstractions.
On a mundane note, I'm going back to school next week. I'll be taking Intro to Psychology and Intro to Drama. Yes, only six credits, but I want to start a bit slow since I'll still be working almost-full-time and Ethan will be back for seventh grade and Jacquelyn will be starting her PhD coursework. Egads, all three of us in school at once. I have to register sooner next semester so I can get my English prerequisite done and then take creative writing and all the other writing-related classes I want. I also found out I have to take a p.e. credit so I thnk that means I'll have to take a yoga class, or maybe I'll go all hardcore and take badminton.
Tomorrow, I have to take Ethan to get registered for school and then work in the afternoon. Jacquelyn is leaving for a few days to go scan some lake cores in Minnesota in a lab eight floors underground. Last week I bicycled ninety miles. Because of the crazy rain, I've only done fifteen this week. Bastard rain. Storms are lovely and I love the rain, but when it interferes with my bicycle riding... let's just say the rain won't like me when I'm angry. Oh, and I've officially lost five pounds after riding my bike for something like ten weeks.
On a final note, a guy in my cab told me a long and involved story about his "booty hole." That story and more, coming soon to a![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jackstaxi near you.
After that, Outkast's Hey Ya played and I was thinking about the line, If what they say is "Nothing is forever"/Then what makes love the exception? I was feeling terribly philosophical and was thinking about how it seems to be the duty of humans to try and manifest archetypes, to try and bring these perfect ideals into a flawed world. Try as we might, bringing love into the world is quite difficult, and most people seem to be quite bad at it and so often it ends up as hate. See, that's how bad we are at it. Some argue that these emotions and ideals are abstractions but I'm more tempted to say we are the abstractions.
On a mundane note, I'm going back to school next week. I'll be taking Intro to Psychology and Intro to Drama. Yes, only six credits, but I want to start a bit slow since I'll still be working almost-full-time and Ethan will be back for seventh grade and Jacquelyn will be starting her PhD coursework. Egads, all three of us in school at once. I have to register sooner next semester so I can get my English prerequisite done and then take creative writing and all the other writing-related classes I want. I also found out I have to take a p.e. credit so I thnk that means I'll have to take a yoga class, or maybe I'll go all hardcore and take badminton.
Tomorrow, I have to take Ethan to get registered for school and then work in the afternoon. Jacquelyn is leaving for a few days to go scan some lake cores in Minnesota in a lab eight floors underground. Last week I bicycled ninety miles. Because of the crazy rain, I've only done fifteen this week. Bastard rain. Storms are lovely and I love the rain, but when it interferes with my bicycle riding... let's just say the rain won't like me when I'm angry. Oh, and I've officially lost five pounds after riding my bike for something like ten weeks.
On a final note, a guy in my cab told me a long and involved story about his "booty hole." That story and more, coming soon to a
jackstaxi near you.
