Monday, February 20, 2017

Temporal and eternal

If, with the grief of one hour, the pleasures of many years are forgotten, why shall not the pleasure of one moment, for which thou fallest into hell, be forgotten with the malice of many years ?
-A treatise on the difference between temporal and eternal


I don't like that sadness, he thought. That sadness is bad. That's the sadness they bet before they quit or betray. That is the sadness that comes before the sell-out.
-For Whom the Bell Tolls

Honey bear


"Look at the ugliness. Yet one has a feeling within one that blinds a man while he loves you. You, with that feeling, blind him, and blind yourself. Then, one day, for no reason, he sees you as ugly as you really are and he is not blind anymore and then you see yourself as ugly as he sees you and you lose your man and your feeling... After a while, when you are as ugly as I am, as ugly as women can be, then, as I say after a while the feeling, the idiotic feeling that you are beautiful, grows slowly in one again. It grows like a cabbage. And then, when the feeling is grown, another man sees you and thinks you are beautiful and it is all to do over."
-For Whom the Bell Tolls

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Date night

 Lisa and I went on our first "real" date last night,  she said two things that made me want to spend more time with her.....
  1. "You love asparagus? I love asparagus too..."
  2. "I believe there is a silent agreement between people to always be going for something more."
She had me with the "Asparagus thing.."

Another distraction

She says, "Let's be more than friends."

(I think.... "Not another one..") Instead of saying what I'm thinking, I say "Hell yeah, we can be more than friends, but keep in mind, no expectations on how it's going to play out and for god sakes don't be the weakest link."

She cuts me a sly smile and at that moment I see something in her eyes that makes me unsettled.

This is going to be fun !!!!

Sunday, January 29, 2017


I once read a short story called, “I don’t believe in the short story anymore. I forget who wrote it..... I think I remember there being a man in a canoe. The man in the canoe was tired of his canoe. He burned his canoe and decided to just float in the water for a while. After an hour of floating in the water he began to wonder if he could swim. He became worried. He could see the remains of his canoe in the distance. He began to float towards these remains, but as he got closer he realized it was a barge of burning tires. The barge reeked. The man decided to stop moving towards the barge. He was not sure what to do. A few years passed. The man ate gullweed and salmon. The outer layer of his skin turned into a natural gortex. The man could float as easily as he could breathe. He still was not sure what he wanted to do with his life. One day a magazine floated by. He picked it up. The magazine was full of jetskis. The man became very excited. He ordered a jetski. He felt very happy when it arrived. He never thought about his old canoe or the burning barge of tires again.

-Mark Baumer, who once walked across America and at another time ate pizza every day.


It has nothing to do with effort, just turn away, when you refuse to play the game, you are out of it.

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj



I set out for love and stepped into another huge pile of promiscuity.

Friday, January 27, 2017


You never think you’re going to be at some place doing something you don’t like for like 5 years.

Then it ends.

I began to wonder if I ever really wanted her or if I just wanted to push my way through her.

B Streeter


The question that cannot be answered, cannot be shelved.