This Cracks Me Up!

look at the beads!! and the coats!! and the psychedelics!!

Rudyard Kipling
Post Office box
Sallie Mae
Kitty Litter
New Yorker
Blues Brothers

Drunken Blog Post

The concept of community is bullshit. It is a collective construct that we use to conceptualize, compartmentalize, and impose our personal investments with internally perceived interconnections.

Fundamentally the concept of community is fragile and fraudulent. Bosnia and Rwanda are a couple of recent examples.

We think we communicate with each other because we un-thinkingly believe that other people think the way we do. Actual understanding between individuals is extremely rare, if not completely impossible, because no one person experiences/perceives/creates 'reality' in quite the same way as any other human does. We live with the practical fallacy that we can empathize and comprehend others in order to execute the essential interpersonal interactions that constitute continuing human culture (and thus, presumably, continued existence). Really we are constantly projecting our own personality, intentionality, and identity upon every interactional encounter everyday.

My grandma's garage in Seattle with Concord Grapes

I feel like I'm at long last starting to become my real self again. No longer am I experimenting with the cultural theories of the philosophical seduction of the trompe l'oeil of social spectacle. I've seen it work all too well.

I'm done with the Derrida-esqe deconstruction of the slippery bricks of my existence.

I now seek abundance, beauty, joy, and above all, Truth. Not the surface truth of facts or logic or appearance or the veneer of conventional consensus do I embrace.

I feel drawn to the deeper, higher, more ambiguous Truth that sings now and has sung in my soul since I was a tiny serious wide-eyed hippie child with ideas too old for her age.