A long article.

Sudan Orders U.N. Envoy to Leave Country

The last paragraphs throw a real spin on the whole thing however. I can’t begin to wrap my head around the bias that must have contorted the article, as well as that which has plagued the people of Sudan.

Tomorrow is Friday, rejoice.
I told Chelsea I would go to Babylon for her Students with a Conscience (and another C, I forget what it stands for) fundraiser for Maja, a Bosnian women’s group. It’s a jam session and I love jamming.

I was also inferently (is that a word?- “through inference”) committed to going to Guelph with Bash and Paul to chill with the crew of girls down there.

Im torn, really. I feel committed to both and I can not make up my mind. If I could go to Chels’ Friday event and then Guelph, I would totally wing that, but it’s just not possible. There are other reasons to stay in town- better study habits, layin’ off the drug abuse (liquid and smoke- really it’s not that bad) and a girl I’ll call Brett for lack of a better name…I don’t know if there’s two ‘t’s or not.

I don’t think she feels as refreshed by me as I do with her. I can’t help but over analyze every situation…. is over analysis hyphenated?

So here I am, 1am. I have the universe on my mind.
I bought a book yesterday called ‘A brief history of infinity’. It’s a great read; easy going compared to my philosophy readings!
The more I understand the more it seems essential to have one’s own path in life. The more I feel inclined to pursue my own path in life the more I feel drawn to sharing my experiences and insights with others, specifically someone who gets me.

It might be all too often that I grasp at apparitions of manifest desires, leading me forward but never anywhere.
Life: as though the distance, no matter how great (and it is lengthy) is finite, and the velocity is zero.
For all you non-math’ers, distance will be experience whereas velocity is distance relative to time but only in terms of gain. Where there is no real gain, there is no velocity.
So while we spend our lives traveling great distances, we gain no ground and so the product is, well, nothing.

I have faith that one dy I will find a direction which will yield a positive velocity- a gain of something.
I don’t think, however that I will find it if I head south, to Guelph.
I am also afraid that I won’t find it if I stay put, in Ottawa.
There is more potential for greater gain in Ottawa, but a greater chance of actualizing some degree of potential gain in Guelph.

Really I would be all for Guelph except it lacks one thing in particular which Friday’s Babylon experience has the chance of providing at least a little: music.
I cannot deny music. I can’t deny jamming.

Musical intercourse transcends space and time and all that is finite.
The musical experience- creating conversation among individuals, a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts; creating an atmosphere for the masses to become engulfed within… this is an experience beyond anything I have had the pleasure of gaining in my life.

And so I continue to grapple with ideas… not very important ones, all things considered.

And so from the beginning, from the very time that potentiality transcends the eternal and manifests as actuality in the temporal, it is destined to relapse.

The moment of relapse is also a beginning from which other potentiality exercises an opportunity for manifestation in the actual, necessarliy temporal; a choice is made.

One dream too many and an opportunity missed.

That moment is best expressed through a conversation this evening.
Compare roller-coaster excitement, The Swinging Ship. At the moment of relapse, zero gravity, the fudge.

Suspended in relativity, the fudge experience opens an infinitude of possibility.
One only hopes not to be the guy behind you when The Ship starts its decent.

“It was under Rumsfeld [CEO, President, Chairman] that Searle [G.D. Searle & Company] got the Food and Drug Administration’s approval for the controversial artificial sweetener, aspartame, which it marketed as NutraSweet.” -Wiki

“The fact that Donald Rumsfeld was a non-executive director of ABB, who sold North Korea the design and key components for the construction of nuclear reactors, is beyond ironic.” -Mg

more, next week!

The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.

To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.

There is nothing with which every man is so afraid as getting to know how enormously much he is capable of doing and becoming.

-Søren Kierkegaard

If I were to write a thesis paper it would compare:

“a single spark explosion negotiating with the end”

“when you blow out like a dead star it reminds me how uniform your beautiful is”

-mg

oh bother.