a short play

The setting is February 19th, 2009. PIP is at work with some free time and types the following:

PIP: Today I was reading about Velikovsky, Carl Sagan's (factually) flawed counterarguments against him at a 1970s era conference, Phyletic Gradualism vs. Punctuated Equilibrium, and Heuretics as a way of "generatively reading texts".
NEGA-PIP: That's very interesting. Do you feel you are learning a lot?
PIP: In ways yes, though I get nervous as to whether this knowledge is rife with errors, gained as it is mainly through Wikipedia. But I enjoy learning.
NEGA-PIP: Have you not heard that the autodidact has a fool for a teacher?
PIP: Yes, but I have also heard Basho's precept "not to follow in the footsteps of the masters, but to seek what they sought".
READER (off-stage voice): You are displaying a perhaps unhealthy and certainly aesthetically undesirable amount of self-awareness and reflexivity which plagues postmodern thought and literature. You must be careful not to let this paralyze you, creatively, personally or spiritually.
PIP: Wow, that's true.

NEGA-PIP of course represents the acutely aware and critical, oftentimes destructive, "voice of critique" within my own head.

heart of man

My heart can sing when I pause to remember
A heartache here is but a stepping stone
Along a trail that’s winding always upward,
This troubled world is not my final home.

This weary world with all its toil and struggle
May take its toll of misery and strife;
The soul of man is like a waiting falcon;
When it’s released it’s destined for the skies.

But until then my heart will go on singing,
Until then with joy I’ll carry on.
Until the day my eyes behold the city,
Until the day God calls me home.

- until then [hymn]

p.s. valentine's day was rad.

peafowl

"hey"

loop mountain

i am thankful for being able to listen to thom brennan all day long on loop at work.

polaroid : insect on leaf

i'm back from a long journey

Seoul. Hong Kong. Beijing. America.
Thank you, Lord, for opportunities.

Best shows in recent memory:
My Bloody Valentine - 126 - 136 db. Wow.
Woven Hand - seeing David Eugene Edwards whisper "men will beg God to kill them, and they won't be able to die" into the microphone in a sweaty, packed crowd in Silverlake's SPACELAND was a wonderful, terrifying, God-fearing thing to witness.
Music is a blessing.

Frozen architecture.

I am currently reading Barrie's Peter Pan, Anne Rice's Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt, a book on Postmodernism, and a book by Basho.

I am currently listening to Glen Campbell, yacht rock, the Winter Flowers, Woven Hand's Ten Stones, John Cage, Ryuichi Sakamato, Japanese koto music, DJ Tiesto's free club podcast.