Bon Anniversaire

Katrina, 9/11, the tsunami, Tblisi, California land slides. Disasters, atrocities, fables. Good bedtime stories to scare the joy out of us, but still just fun little tales. Patriotism, compassion, brotherhood.

Hope.

Fading. Memories. Fables.

I am so tired of human nature. I am disgusted by my own self. We as a human race have this beautiful cycle we live in, just so we can have some constancy. Something bad happens. Real bad. But never really to us. We feel bad for the victims who have lost their homes, lives, and dignity. We pull together, sell armbands, have benefit concerts, eat the free food, feel better about ourselves and forget about the pain and the recovery. We live neither in the constant state of pain and fear or the constant state of togetherness and hope. We live in the cycle.

Maybe, just maybe if we lived in the second stage long enough, we could prevent the first stage. For a day or two, or maybe even a week, we look past race, sex, sexual orientation, religion, political party, and the mac/pc debate. We see others for what they really are: us with a different story. For a moment we care. For a moment each life is important.

Maybe if we could keep that mindset we could (like Sanctus Real) lay down our guns and lift our hands. Maybe if that moment extended a little longer, we could invest in better levees and response teams. Maybe if we weren't so distant from who we would like to be, we could do more for this world than throwing ourselves celebratory concerts for successfully raising awareness about the problems we are still causing!

Maybe if I lived up to my own words, I would chill out and realize that I haven't done anything either. Still it doesn't help to raise awareness that simply raising awareness does no good.

New Orleans, we still care.

And that's the decision from California...

My eyelids are heavy but the large Large Barq's is keeping me up. The exhaustion from biking to the beach, fighting the waves, and bikapading back, beckons me to my bed, but the continual flashbacks call me to relive the day.

"Isn't it nice to know that the lining is silver. Isn't it nice to know that we're golden"
~Relient K

In the midst of Hurricane Fay, a stint with sty, and a battle with allergies and acne I began to wonder...isn't it theoretically possible that we are devolving as a universe (getting younger, returning to simpler roots, etc.) and we simply remember the future...and not the past...

So for now I will fight the night, beat the heat, then rise and shine, for like Chuck and Cindy I am Lovin' Life

How 'bout you?

It's dangerous business walking out your front door

The rhythmic whir of the fan is lulling me out of my studies, so in an effort to reawaken I have decided to begin construction of my own window to the soul. So here I begin emptying my purse for all to see on this journey called life.

I invite you to join me.