Life on Holidae

03/07/2009

“ Nagging is the repetition of unpalatable truths. „

Baroness Edith Summerskill

02/07/2009

30/06/2009

Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures.
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz.
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal -
For thou art with me;
Thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks.
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the House of Mocha forever.

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28/06/2009

So summer time!

Finally its summertime in the city…and the living is easy…city pools opened this weekend and I will be going once a week with friends.  i will be starting an awesome job at the end of july.  friends, family and boy are great. however i do miss the potsdam.  i keep having dreams of potsdam and the smell.

i’m glad to be home for good now but i miss the north country. i miss the openness of the people.  especially of some particular people like JENN.  its not even people who are from the north country that act like that, its something up there that just changes you a little bit.

you smiler is broader, your eyes wider and there is a clarity to your cheeks and mouth that is acquired with the disparity of weather (hot sunny afternoons with stormy nights or cloudy rainy days with clear ceiling high night skies).  i think its the crazy weather and the air.

hmm…higher altitude and disparate weather equals more clarity?

who knows.

z

26/06/2009

Z.REDS

jennyjennjen:

I just updated myself on your numerous entries since I’ve escaped internet jailtime (being that I don’t get on anymore). I miss you and your thoughts and want to continue reading them and hearing them!

Anyways, congrats on a beautifully written blog

JENN! as luck would have it I just checked my tumblr after weeks of not updating it.  i just needed an internet hiatus to get my brain in check. BTW your awesome.

21/06/2009

“You get so hard living here,” he said in a gravelly, mournful voice. “But pets open up that heart center. There is something about the unconditional love; they clean the blues off of you.
“That’s their mission. That’s why a lot of New Yorkers have pets.”

“You get so hard living here,” he said in a gravelly, mournful voice. “But pets open up that heart center. There is something about the unconditional love; they clean the blues off of you.

“That’s their mission. That’s why a lot of New Yorkers have pets.”

12/05/2009

10/05/2009

google key words: monkeys potatoes

Is there some magic key that provides a short cut to cultural transformation?

Elaine Myers has had articles in issues #2, #5, and #7. She lives in rural southwest Washington state.


THE STORY OF “The Hundredth Monkey” has recently become popular in our culture as a strategy for social change. Lyall Watson first told it in Lifetide (pp147- 148), but its most widely known version is the opening to the book The Hundredth Monkey, by Ken Keyes. (See below.) The story is based on research with monkeys on a northern Japanese Island, and its central idea is that when enough individuals in a population adopt a new idea or behavior, there occurs an ideological breakthrough that allows this new awareness to be communicated directly from mind to mind without the connection of external experience and then all individuals in the population spontaneously adopt it. “It may be that when enough of us hold something to be true, it becomes true for everyone.” (Watson, p148)

The Hundreth Monkey

07/05/2009

“ Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it. „

Ellen Goodman

graduating soon

people said graduation will be bitter sweet.

its just sad. i realized today i sat in my last literature class at potsdam.  i day dreamed out of the windows into a tree for the last time.

it was a very beautiful gray day. wet. a very faint green everywhere.

i’m nervous.

i love this place. but its time to move on.

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