An old stupid poem I found

If you are in a car
Know this
I didn't invent the car
And I didn't invent a damn thing
It's all already been said
Done and did again
I once read a quote
"The overabundance of truth cannot be consumed"
and
"All possible interpretations, even the most contradictory - all true"
so
The overwhelming truth is that it's all true
and we'll never know it all
so where does reality lie?
Or is reality just a lie?
All the cliches can't be wrong
We tell ourselves the truth
and so do they
and we're all just being honest
Brutally and sincerely
Compassionately
With every ton of our being
George Washington never told a lie
but that's a lie
just like the cherry tree
Cross my heart and hope to die
Scouts honor
My hand is on the bible
Nails chewed to the flesh
The whole truth and nothing but the truth
The world is on trial
And we're all wrongfully accused
Billions sent to the electric chair
Billions sizzling and scared
Seeking the forgiveness for a crime without a witness
That everyone saw
And everyone confessed
That they did this
Because the truth left no stone unturned
Because evey stone was simultaneously turned
And every stone was left unturned
And we all burned
were burned
and always will be burned
Or is it the opposite?
Can the truth reverse regret?
And are we all just the gods and godesses of our pets?
And the truth remains I'm now just rhyming where it fits
Can you find the truth
just by faking it?

Primer 2

At this moment 10% of my final paper for Rhetorical Places is complete. I have a guiding idea that I can use to fill in 20-25 pages but it's likely going to be sloppy. I have to manipulate my field notes, not in an unethical way, to be exemplars of the theory I am pushing. The challenge here is going to be using rhetorical sources from class. I am not going to overload it with sources. I don't think I need to. If I find out later that I do need to well then so be it. It's due tomorrow so fuck it.

Consumption consumption consumption.

Primer

Deep breaths and such. When it comes down to it, the amount of time I spend writing a paper (10 pages, that is) comes down to 2-5 hours depending on the complexity. Sure, there is reading and prep work involved but really it's not much actual writing time. And since I never edit before turning in, this means even less time. Which means, start fucking writing. This post here is my primer, reminding me that I have the ability to write more than 140 characters or the Facebook equivalent with links and videos. With the amount of time I wasted this weekend, I could have all three final papers done. But I didn't have the panic then. The panic that inspires haphazard, coffee fueled, sleep deprived sentences to form on the page. Most of the time I don't even know what I'm saying before it appears in front of me. There is some cognitive science that explains this but I don't remember where I read it. Anyway, in hindsight it usually turns out ok if not a little rough around the edges.

I just shifted in my seat and farted in the process. Did the people behind me hear? Who knows! Head phones in, shame averted.

So I am off to write about the problem of parrhesia in modern democracy and human affinity for Truth. OR some such nonsense.

There, that's like a page, right? No problem.

TELEVISION

Tonight I end the tyranny of unfinished seasons of lovable television shows. Tonight, I will begin to focus and not be left wondering, "What happens!?" Dexter season two is complete. I will not procure the next few seasons until the summer. Veronica Mars ends tonight. I swear I'm not addicted. Your mom is addicted. YOUR MOM.

Here it is...

Skate

Bought a new board. The deck is Null, a local skateboard company, with Venture trucks, Spitfire 92D 54mm wheels, and I actually don't remember what kind of bearings. It's an 8.25 width instead of the 7.75 that I used to ride. I've only ridden it about 1/6 of a mile but so far it is super smooth, smoother than I've ever ridden before, and I feel more balanced even on faster downhills. I'm looking forward to riding around more and getting back into skating in general. This has been a boring update.

Dogs dogs dogs

Boy my dogs are tired!

Scotch n me...

Are having a little get together. A reading party. Glenlivet on the rocks and a book on toxic tourism. And a sleeping cat curled up on the table basket. Quiet except for the buzzing of the fridge and dryer, the occasional bird chirping. Zombie dog is asleep in the couch, dreaming and silently emanating foul smells from her rotting mouth. All is well in the world.

Fooled you

I'm here. George Lopez just popped on the television. We have secret partial cable without paying for it. But we watch netflix instead. Cause fuck commercials geez.

Night owl

I'm realizing more and more that I should rework my schedule to allow for late nights. Instead of committing to waking up super early, I should commit to staying up really late, perhaps even napping in the early evening to at least get some much needed sleep before I stay up late doing work. I don't know if this will stave off the procrastination but I do way better work at night and I'm usually too tired to maintain it. I wasted hours today just staring. I could have been doing other things or napping knowing full well I wouldn't get shit done. How can I make this a reality without it seeming super odd to everyone around me and generally fucking with the day to day living situation?