09 March 2006

Carmen San Diego?

Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

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The U.S. baseball team lost to Canada last night. The U.S. (American all -stars) baseball (American past time) loost to Canada last night. Here's a simple question that I have, how is it that these people can have so little national pride. I understand, that this is early in the year and that they are not "in tune" but neither is anyone else. This is our sport, we don't go into Brazil and beat them in soccer. How come we allow Canada to beat us in our sport, in our country?

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What's playing in my ipod, you ask?
- Cinnamon Long Winters
- Marching Bands of Manhattan
Death Cab
- Cigarette
Graham Colton
- Hurricane Waters
Citizen Cope
- Breakdown
Mae
- Blower's Daughter Damien Rice
- Lonely Night in Georgia Marc Broussard
- Hospital Bed Ben Kweller
- Hide and Seek Imogen Heap
- Let Go
Frou Frou
- Alameda
Elliott Smith

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Alrighty, thats all the dumb crap thats in my brain...

I think everyday I wake up (and this might go for most people) and I'd rather lay in bed. Somehow that seems ironic, because the truth is: the most memorable moments of my life take place when I'm awake. So why then, do I love to sleep so much?

When I'm asleep I don't think. It seems that sleeping is the only safe haven we have to escape from our own thoughts. Perhaps, substances can be used as well, but I think I love to sleep because it allows me to disregard everything of meaning. Partially, the reason I love to disregard those things is because those things of 'meaning' are simply the parts of life that society has highlited. Maybe sleeping allows me to highlite my own parts of life. I guess the difference in being asleep and being awake is the same as the difference in computer paper and notebook paper. Notebook paper is rigid in that there are specific places to write and there is very little individual variety. However, computer paper is a blank sheet. Creativity reigns over those blank areas of our lives that are not infiltrated by corporate ideals.

I want to live out of what I find to be meaningful, and not worry about the collective ideals. Somehow, that seems impossible.

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