rambling...with a point...sort of...(revised)

To refer back to a previous entry, the physical does matter, but it's not everything. It definitely matters, though. So "soul mate" in the literal since, cannot be possible. Today I was forced at gunpoint to watch The Truth About Cats and Dogs, and though the film itself left a long list of things to be desired, it made me think. If it's possible to fall in love with people, regardless of what they look like or what they own, how come it doesn't happen more often. Occasionally you see mismatched people, but it's rare. And if you don't know what I mean yet, have you ever fallen in love with someone who had no money? Well I was on the no money side once, but the relationship didn't last quite as long as the money situation. Money is married to the physical, and even if you find someone who doesn't care what you look like at all, it's hard to take someone out without money. Unfortunately, human creativity and romance are often reduced to the limitations imposed by the means available to people (i.e. money). Creative activities and romantic dates and gifts often cost money. Not to mention, a "survivor", usually perceived as a provider, in the old-school Darwinian since, is now obsolete. Survival is the availability of well paying jobs in today's society. Able employees with strong backs and even skills that were once "marketable" now find themselves faced with the desolation of stagnant economy and a near non-existent job market.
(So vote pro labor, and anywhere left of W and his party.) No one ever says "I can't afford to fall in love!" It just happens. So why do so many people divorce and break up over money issues?
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All of this seems like non-sense after re-reading it again. Oh well...

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The Old Man and the Sea

Monday, July 19, 2004


The other day I saw a man on the boardwalk by the Brooklyn Bridge fishing and sipping a beer and he actually caught a few I guess. It reminded me of Hemingway and what he said about fishing, fighting, and what was the other thing? Was it fucking? Or wait, maybe that was G.G. Allen. Drink, Fight, and Fuck... Anyway, the whole point was that he said if he couldn't drink, and he couldn't fight, and he couldn't fuck then he was too old and he didn't see any point in living past that age, whatever it happened to be. Those were the things that were fun to him and made him happy. So in that sense, his message is not so far off from the Dali Lama's Art of Happiness. Though, the Dali Lama would probably replace the fighting and fucking with exerciseing compassion or something of that nature. OK, so it's a stretch. But it's not like anyone reads these. Or if they do they don't post any comments. Even the occasional "You suck, quit writng those damned awful blogs" would be more interesting than no response at all. So what? Are you reading this stupid thing? What do you think? Be honest! Even if you just tell me to fuck off, I want to know who reads these. If you leave a comment on mine, I'll re-read yours and make a comment on it.

Bryant Park

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The End of the First TX chapter...

All of the things experienced and neglected, not written but remembered, and my friends in Texas will be missed. However, watching people get shot in broad daylight, getting my fingers chopped up, and working my ass off in the sweltering TX summer sun will not be missed at all. Hopefully, there are many more adventures and experiences waiting for me here in NYC. Now; no more truck driving, motorcycle riding, and no more redneck speedfreaks hanging about. Also, there are no more stars in the sky... the visible ones you can count on one hand. Hello subway trains and Taxis to everywhere, goodbye auto insurance payments and $2 gallons of gasoline. Goodbye to 2AM last call in Denton, hello 4AM last call in Manhattan. Goodbye roadtrips through Austin to Mexico, hello bus rides to Canada and Niagra Falls. Maybe someday I'll make it to Cali. Maybe someday I'll make it to Paris. But until then, I'll see you in Brooklyn.

Saturday, April 10, 2004 - Mexico City Blues

Anyone want to drop everything and split for Mexico? I'll drive! C'mon let's go, go, GO!

Wednesday, December 03, 2003 - A Slow Night For T.V.: So This Is How it All Started?(!)

Just thought I would do something constructive for a change.

If anyone wants to AIM me its: sensemanifold138

Does anyone actually read these? If you are reading this, you should really write me or AIM me or something. Ask anyone...I love writing back and forth with people, even random strangers. As you may have guessed by now, there's not much to do after a certain hour in this town, especially when you don't sleep much.
I found a really cool spot to hide away around here. It has a tunnel with lots of graffitti that leads under a railroad track. There is a waterfall coming out of the tunnel into the creek. The train goes by once every few hours. It would be a great place to eat mushrooms. Portabello probably...

Finals are around the corner so no more internet for awhile. BOO hoooo...

Have you ever heard that song, Against All Odds by Phil Collins??? Just wondering... no reason really...How about True Colors, that one he sang with
Cindi Lauper? How about Black Sabbath, War Pigs Remember Ozzy's duet with Lita Ford, If I Close My Eyes Forever? Fvcking classic! It doesn't get any more bad hair 80's than that!

Radio Free America: Is This Thing On?

This is the new location of an old weblog.

You can find the old archives on this myspace page:

sensemanifold

My latest project will be moving all of the old material from the myspace blog to this site. Or at least, all of the old material worth copying and pasting...

signing off for now...