...The sovereign freedom of traveling comes from the fact that it whirls you around and turns you upside down, and stands everything you took for granted on its head. If a diploma can famously be a passport (to a journey through hard realism), a passport can be a diploma (for a crash course in cultural relativism). And the first lesson we learn on the road, whether we like it or not, is how provisional and provincial are the things we imagine to be universal. When you go to North Korea, for example, you really do feel as if you've landed on a different planet -- and the North Koreans doubtless feel that they're being visited by an extra-terrestrial, too (or else they simply assume that you, as they do, receive orders every morning from the Central Committee on what clothes to wear and what route to use when walking to work, and you, as they do, have loudspeakers in your bedroom broadcasting propaganda every morning at dawn, and you, as they do, have your radios fixed so as to receive only a single channel).
We travel, then, in part just to shake up our complacencies by seeing all the moral and political urgencies, the life-and-death dilemmas, that we seldom have to face at home. And we travel to fill in the gaps left by tomorrow's headlines: When you drive down the streets of Port-au-Prince, for example, where there is almost no paving and women relieve themselves next to mountains of trash, your notions of the Internet and a "one world order" grow usefully revised. Travel is the best way we have of rescuing the humanity of places, and saving them from abstraction and ideology...
So I figured it was time to try and start writing about life here. I started a new journal. Read it, don't read it, totally your call... I just don't want to forget whats this place is like. It's pretty raw, please don't judge the writing. Thanks.
If you have the fabulous Kaitlyn on your friends list, then you probably already know about this.
But...
introducing
NO WORK AND ALL PLAYS: the Winter 409 One Acts
When?
Monday, March 26th - Saturday, March 31st
Where?
Lower Massey
Only $5 at the door! Shows start at 8 pm!
***I am directing The Bear starring ever-so-talented cast of Brandon Sim, Kaitlyn Rietdyk and Matthew Coburn. It plays on Program A: Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
retarded, yes. but among all the videos made last night, this one makes me laugh the hardest.
also: Leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or you know me very well, anything you remember will do! If we never met at all, make up something. Next, re-post this and see how many people leave a memory about you.
Some nights i stop and notice the horizon from his window- the entire city stretched out across a window pane, streams of gold light filtering through opaque curtains, dust particles dancing, spreading, across the sheets and my skin. blinking lights laughing, kissing nights and days away.
I look forward to wine and snow and philosophy in mid-afternoon, sans classroom.
i'm just in a perpetual state of private quite turbulence and soft chatter outside massages my consciousness into confused sleep every night, your breath wrapping around my thighs and creeping into my REM cycles. this morning, i turned off my brain and lay in bed for a solemn 15 minutes. i don't think you even noticed my quiet movements. i almost forget that in an alternate universe i am moving across a soft beach in a place where i can see the stars at night, and loons cry and my paddle dips unheard into a great big infinite unknown. we are in a hospital holiday instead. Intervenes palm trees, tanning patients. curious smells. Perhaps i have gotten my fiery temper and affinity for tears from you, but i will miss you when you are gone.
I wish I had the grace of Juliet, and lullabies to soothe me when I ache.
. i meant to say much, much more than this; words fail me as always but I'm starting not to mind. i'll smile and look forward for things to come.
elaborate phrases tire me now; imageries add up to vapour. you are familiar with the unfit nature of my words so please don't ask me to explain. [why are you so fine?]
i have gotten calloused to the point where all i can feel is the wind that bites, the scalding water in the shower that makes me feel as if i could peel out of my skin. see, i don't mean to be distant but your firefly eyes are so dim to me nowadays. i guess you and i view vibrancy in different lights. but granted, i am still fascinated by your quiet words. i sneak out in the morning with a sense of accomplishment and an overwhelming sadness.
the two equal each other lately and i wonder how we turned into us turned into you and me.
You went trick or treating as CaptainPlanet. Atreyu gave you AGoldenKey. Horatio gave you APurpleCrayon. Coraline gave you TheGoldenSnitch. WesJanson gave you ARustyRazorblade. You had a eventful time until Door stole the sugar bowl.
September kisses me goodnight and i thought i would be torn about parting with it. stretched between hot and cool, here and there, i had been comforted with the transition period's multitude of options.
--he was telling me about the dreaded breakup when he suddenly said, you know, i wish i was in first year again. after you reach twenty, you just feel like you're on a downward slope. [who am i to argue?] like who you are has been finalized and it's just playing the part, attending to the responsibilities.
mid-life crisis at twenty-one? i stipulate. he shakes his head but tells me, i wish there was something more.
it feels like we are all malleable, soft, silly putty to be molded & shaped. he forgets that none of us harden -- at least, not completely. [i forget too] but nonetheless, i feel a touch closer when he's pulled thin enough to be seen through. vulnerability adds a dimension to your figure, a rare glow, and i like the jagged teeth of life that ends up fitting perfectly in the end. the contrast makes for a beautiful photograph.
fluttering monarchs chase playful giggles, reeling in July's breath. it reminds me another cycle has drawn its circle.
[access is dangerous for your health]
equipped with a life jacket and the knowledge of T-2 weeks, the scent is still familiarly unfamiliar. storm clouds meander nearby, not threatening anymore, but welcoming. wait 10 minutes and your entire world is thrown into order, derived from the chaos.
i find the fight to try and save a piece of yourself in this shrinking world all too consuming.
this morning i saw the world and i saw you before anyone else did; i think that is why this works. violent winds rippling furiously through the curtains that buckle under the pressure, like my heart. i wanted to laugh or cry (and i know the choas of the days would have hid me) but i couldn't decide between the two; how often they come hand in hand; how terrible and unforgiving it is to want both. spread open your arms and never brush away the stains or fear yourself and you will always be alive and beautiful. i think you are showing me how short life really is. but how time is ours for the taking.
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cuckoo_land's journal
CaptainPlanet. 
Atreyu gave you AGoldenKey. 
Horatio gave you APurpleCrayon.
Coraline gave you TheGoldenSnitch.
WesJanson gave you ARustyRazorblade.
stole the sugar bowl. 
tired
restless