Farewell 2017

I think I speak for all or, at the very least some that the year we left behind was a tumul­tuous one, full of all kinds of calami­ties of suf­fer­ing. It was def­i­nite­ly a year of tur­moil and truth. While the south­ern places from Hous­ton and Flori­da to Puer­to Rico, Mex­i­co, and Venezuela’s polit­i­cal tur­moil, it all seems to be done and dealt with. Peo­ple move on as if none of this even hap­pened in the first place, and the only ones who actu­al­ly care are those who are direct­ly afflict­ed by the after­math. How ter­ri­ble, and how apa­thet­ic, this Amer­i­ca that pre­tends to have it all togeth­er, pre­tends to love and care so much about oth­ers, at a moments notice con­ve­nient­ly for­gets in search of its next big thing, its next rein­ven­tion of cool that will make every­body for­get about all bad things ! We’re more con­cerned about our $5 cups of cof­fee and caus­ing things to go viral, to get peo­ple to click on a thumbs up but­ton repeat­ed­ly. Are we so numb we eas­i­ly for­get about the mas­sacre in Vegas, the Neo Nazi’s march­ing in Vir­ginia, or Arkansas exe­cut­ing pris­on­ers who were inno­cent of the crime they were to be exe­cut­ed for.

One take away ? If the cul­ture is grow­ing intense­ly worse bit by bit, day by daywe seri­ous­ly all ought to con­sid­er that maybe, just maybe it’s the cul­ture itself and its lack of a prop­er response or heart felt com­pas­sion that caus­es wounds to inten­si­fy bad sit­u­a­tions into pro­gres­sive­ly worse case sce­nar­ios. There are a select minor­i­ty who think them­selves ful­ly insu­lat­ed, in an incu­ba­tor of opu­lence and afflu­ence that acts as a com­bined shield gen­er­a­tor over the Hoth sys­tem, repelling all inter­galac­tic bom­bard­ments from the Impe­r­i­al fleet (that is, life in and of itself). Well guess what ? You either join the rebel alliance or the Inter­galac­tic Empire. In all of our tech addic­tion, indif­fer­ence, nar­cis­sism, igno­rance, apa­thy, and uncar­ing it’s not dif­fi­cult to see that our cul­ture is rep­re­hen­si­ble, dis­turb­ing, and meta­mor­phi­siz­ing to a dyso­topia that will nev­er be able to cor­rect itself in any sort of fash­ion. Mean­ing once it reach­es that and con­tin­ues devolv­ing into a low state of life, no mon­ey or pow­er will be able to save those who thought that they were untouch­able.

When the Nazi’s took over Ger­many, non Ger­man immi­grants who lost every­thing were throw­ing huge pre­cious jew­els at any­body who would sim­ply pro­vide them a train ride some­where, or a plane ride, with no wealth or pos­ses­sions. Imag­ine this for a mere moment, for those who for­get his­to­ry are doomed to repeat it in a vicious loop. If we let down our guard, toss away and neglect our rights, our indi­vid­ual pow­er well guess what ? We will wind up with more Pres­i­dent Obama’s who make hor­ren­dous deci­sions to appease a mass of igno­rant chil­dren, the lotus eaters who think we should all revert to a utopi­an soci­ety of hip­ster flower chil­dren that don’t work and just sit around smok­ing med­ical mar­i­jua­na all day. I’ve always been a min­i­mal­ist and it’s more cru­cial to me now than ever, in this mate­ri­al­ly who­r­ish soci­ety that wars with those who have soul wit and sub­stance. One ques­tion which begs askance is do we want to be mis­er­able slaves chas­ing and com­pet­ing in the rat race ? Or hap­py in con­tin­u­ous dis­cov­ery of our true selves, our essence, our char­ac­ters, and our capac­i­ty to achieve greater things in our lives ? I think 2018 needs to be a year of good times, progress, sta­bil­i­ty, and less of the mean­ing­less crap that the media and the inter­nets per­pet­u­ates in order to make you drown in a sea of things.

Autumn 2017

dear future self,

I was on a bit of a hia­tus, rein­vent­ing things, ideation is the pre­ten­tious buzz term, one of many which I despise.

I nev­er real­ized that the Eng­lish lan­guage, already a wide­ly bas­tardized one as is, was so insuf­fi­cient that we need­ed to coin new words every so often just for kicks. Can we revert to sim­plic­i­ty and min­i­mal­ism in this ? If I need to car­ry a lex­i­con to under­stand what peo­ple are talk­ing about that’s pret­ty sad. Just use your words wise­ly, use time­less words not these here today, gone tomor­row ones. End rant.

I have approx­i­mate­ly 5 min­utes to write this and get out the door. The sun pierces the morn­ing, thank­ful­ly.

Sleep is a pecu­liar expe­ri­ence, I nev­er real­ly know if I’m half asleep in this world, or in the world we vis­it when we do sleep. It isn’t as deep as I would love, maybe because I’ve always been a noc­tur­nal type. Not by choice, my mind just becomes more at peace as night descends and peo­ple are wind­ing down from the chaos of the day. I don’t thrive in chaos as much as I once had. I’m not a mul­ti-tasker, nor an ambi­tious type, I’m very chill. Always have been, why get worked up ? What am I but a mere mor­tal man who can do only so much ? So if I’m of a sober mind it’s pret­ty appar­ent that there’s only x, y, z I can tru­ly accom­plish why would I spend and sac­ri­fice joy, peace, hap­pi­ness, and such for a zero return yield ? The farmer doesn’t toil the land for crops that don’t sell, and the day trad­er at the stock mar­ket doesn’t exhaust him­self sil­ly for the pure plea­sure of doing so. And nei­ther does this man kill him­self soft­ly with his song or his words try­ing to achieve too much all at once, try­ing to reach crit­i­cal mass by any means nec­es­sary.

Autumn is here, it’s final­ly kicked in, and tran­si­tion­ing into win­ter. There’s a ter­ri­ble melan­choly that comes when the sum­mer radi­ance fades and you for­got­ten what that felt like, that you craved it. It’s like a per­son miss­ing from your life that you can­not delete and pre­tend they nev­er exist­ed. I’m not as divorced from emo­tion as many strive to achieve, as if they had some kind of uni­ver­sal remote over their own emo­tion­al land­scape. If you want to add some gold guache, you start slow­ly. You don’t apply it all at once and you run out of it faster than you real­ize. Go and mix some more guache organ­i­cal­ly like the Ital­ian renais­sance mas­ters once did, yet in this instance I refer to speak­ing pos­i­tive and love over your­self and oth­ers, and learn­ing its appli­ca­tion, its process, its secrets.