divendres, de gener 12, 2007
Time
As I awoke today it just felt like a great day to hit the road. To spend it in between here and the next place. You know what I mean? The excitement of uncharted destinations had a place in my mind today but I doubt I will make time for it. These feelings usually preclude any logical answers to questions such as, “where to?” “for how long?” or even, “with who?”
But why should I have an explanation? If a thousand birds can die mid flight and fall out of the sky in Australia and in Austin without anyone itching for an explanation how can I be so audacious to think my whimsies need reason?
I have been expanding myself, though. Not in the “gain weight for a role to be considered a serious actor” sense but in an intellectual sense. And, by the way, why do we praise the Tom Hanks’ or the Robert De Niro’s of the world when they are stealing roles from already-fat actors? Who is outraged on their behalf?
But like I said, I’ve been expanding myself in a mental capacity. I have been feeding my affinity to dive into the subversive, picking my spots to humble a crowd and other spots to act self righteous.
I no longer am bothered by people talking about God. This might lead you to believe I’ve come to terms with my spirituality, but if you ask me I think the devil has given up on me. This wasn’t an easy conclusion to reach, mind you. Yet when you find yourself crashing women empowerment meetings conducted on the top of parking garages at two in the morning it is hard to start making linear connections between what you feel and what has happened.
The world is a tricky, sticky place but no one is about to start wiping the floors when you can lay down a new soft shag. I say this because I do not like dealing in the past. I prefer living in the future. Because in the future is where I plan to spend a lot of times.
But why should I have an explanation? If a thousand birds can die mid flight and fall out of the sky in Australia and in Austin without anyone itching for an explanation how can I be so audacious to think my whimsies need reason?
I have been expanding myself, though. Not in the “gain weight for a role to be considered a serious actor” sense but in an intellectual sense. And, by the way, why do we praise the Tom Hanks’ or the Robert De Niro’s of the world when they are stealing roles from already-fat actors? Who is outraged on their behalf?
But like I said, I’ve been expanding myself in a mental capacity. I have been feeding my affinity to dive into the subversive, picking my spots to humble a crowd and other spots to act self righteous.
I no longer am bothered by people talking about God. This might lead you to believe I’ve come to terms with my spirituality, but if you ask me I think the devil has given up on me. This wasn’t an easy conclusion to reach, mind you. Yet when you find yourself crashing women empowerment meetings conducted on the top of parking garages at two in the morning it is hard to start making linear connections between what you feel and what has happened.
The world is a tricky, sticky place but no one is about to start wiping the floors when you can lay down a new soft shag. I say this because I do not like dealing in the past. I prefer living in the future. Because in the future is where I plan to spend a lot of times.
