Monday, May 26, 2014

max ehrmann, "desiderata," 1927

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Friday, May 16, 2014

i do not trust people who...

  • "don't read": this is different from not having the time to read. this is a specific form of anti-intellectualism that generally involves writing off reading as a concept, which is weird.
  • don't like animals. look, during elementary school i had to walk home past a giant, terrifying rottweiler named tyson (after mike tyson, yes.) who would lunge at my against his chain-link fence and bark at me every single day. some animals are scary! but to not like ALL animals is either psychopathic or pathetically sad. and both of those things make me uneasy.
  • don't have emotional responses to music. wut.
  • are anti-vaxxers. don't even talk to me. seriously, if you're reading this, go away. 

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

only ways i can get through anything:

  • adderall
  • 24-hr kpop playlist
  • thrice-hourly online window-shopping breaks for things i will never buy

Thursday, May 8, 2014

modern-day maxims

things my grandfather told me when i was young (that i still do today):
  • always drink your coffee black.
  • if you see a [good] bottle of wine for under $10, buy it.
things my friends told me yesterday:
  • never wash cast iron pans with soap.
  • keep your clam trap shut. (n.b. what is a clam trap? mouth? other orifice? up to you to decide.)
  • it's cold out there for a pimp.
  • the sound of seashells is not the sound of the sea, but the pounding waves of blood through your veins. 
my own personal words of wisdom:
  • never pay for cocaine. 

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

should i start a blog or read more jonathan franzen?

seriously, this is a 100% real predicament.

do i read more books or do i spend more time interneting?

i spent fall reading ulysses. i spent winter reading infinite jest. when i was in high school, i went to an art exhibit where there was an igloo made of books. it smelled really nice inside and i felt safe in there, but now i think i might be trapped in that proverbial igloo. blah blah blah, i'm trapped in an ivory tower...

i posted a Facebook status asking if i should start a blog, not because i care about the opinions of my Facebook friends (i would apologize, but you would know i was lying. let's be real.) but more because i realized that the size of my potential audience is inverse to the amount i care. twitter? tumblr? potentially infinite possibilities for the world to see/read the shit i post, 0 fucks given. instagram/facebook... whatever, it's all pointless pictures of flowers and anaïs nin quotes anyways. snapchat? text? if you don't respond within twelve hours i'll either mourn the death of our friendship (in tears) or awkwardly, aggressively confront you about it in person. and everyone knows that's a faux pas; the virtual world is virtual, the real world is real, and never the twain shall meet.

the reality is that internet stakes are generally quite low. i have no delusions of internet fame. it's like when you're at a party and you hit on that slightly skeevy type because he likes franny and zooey even though he straight-up told you he deals molly, because you'll never have to interact with or even see him again. (this is a real story and an embarrassing one, mostly embarrassing because i thought that liking salinger was something special. it's not.)

other real concerns i ha(d)(ve):

  1. how to get people to read blog (besides paying them. people like money.)
  2. how not to make blog heinous (impossible; give up any graphic design aspirations and let "words speak for themselves," as if that wasn't the function of words since the dawn of language.)
  3. what to call blog (well-intentioned and creative friend suggestions: "H-Town Blogz," "prose before penis," "hay is for vegan cats." my original yet clearly problematic ideas: "skateboarding goats," "dolphin screams," and most simply (and my personal favorite) "PIZZA.")
for now, these concerns will remain unaddressed. perhaps the nebulous will sort itself out, like when the stars align. more likely, however, i will continue to type nonsense to the tune of yé-yé, trying feverishly not to spill milky coffee on my laptop in a misguided attempt to write a love sonnet to a cold universe, like throwing fistfuls of flower petals at the wind...