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The Ashes

hey hey, its the end of the world, So you don't get afraid, They'll give you some pills, So you can smile, So you can grin, While everyone you know, Is on television, They're all smiling, They're all laughing, they're waving you on in, They say its a brand new world, The men are the weather girls, The girls are the anchor men, The camera crew plays doctor, And the audience, The audience pretends, That if they had a stethoscope, There would be a heart, On the other end, Beatin just like thunder, When the nights would never end, Confident that our nearest star, Would someday rise again, Turning black and white to color, And the ashes, Into rock n roll.
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Pure Thought

When I think, I think in words. I don't mean to, I just do. I get the feeling that most people do. How much does the english language guide the way that my mind works? If my native tounge was japanese would I have different thought experiences than I do as an american?I wonder if people who speak multiple languages are capable of better understanding their world. Is it more fully realized by the various idiosyncrasies of words meanings?

     After some pondering about whether a multilinguist can "think" grander than a monolinguist, meditation reared its head. If the point of meditation is to silence the mind for greater clarity, could it be that words are actually getting in the way? Instead of helping define our world, could language actually be hindering our minds, chaining our thoughts to rigid concepts? Is there a pure form of thought that exists without language? A pure form of thought that is powerful and free? Is this what the mystics and monks and meditator…

Photos From The City

One of my favorite things to do while walking around the city is to snap some pictures whenever I come across an interesting scene. Looking over my growing catalog the other day I realized I had far too many "picturesque" selections. Blue skies and trees, sun rays reflecting off of city buildings. I needed some balance. Some grime. Reality.

Oh, Me

Finding beauty in the gnarly truly is a special kind of genius. While listening to the radio today the Meat Puppets song "oh, me" came on. If I hadn't heard the version that Nirvana had done of it on MTV's unplugged, I would never had guessed at how great the song is.