new post.......

if you got a few seconds........ and you do if you are reading this......

go read this and show me some love.... or criticism

http://www.socyberty.com/Gay-&-Lesbians/A-Quick-Word-on-Gay-Marriage-and-the-10-Commandments.834991

UPDATE/support

ok so i have been trying out a site that publishes material for me, and i would like yall to help me out by checking it out.

this is the first snippet i threw together......

http://newsflavor.com/opinions/tarnishing-the-legend-of-mj/

it wont be poetry, or personal things for the most part, itll be my thoughts on social issues surrounding us these days. i may be a windbag in person sometimes, but my writing is pretty short and concise. so take a gander, leave a comment, make me feel like a real author. thanks yall.

shadows

one thing i never accounted for was my shadow. how can this two dimensional patch of shade ever cause me harm? yet here i am, trying desperately to get away from it. I tell myself that it is high noon, and that warmth envelops me, but i can see the suns long rays cast eerie mirrors down upon the places i used to say were most familiar. they have an ominous tone now,and strange elixir of feelings is swirled up within me, trying to discern threat from illusion in my psyche.
i considered sitting in total darkness waiting this spell out, but i was afraid of what the shadows can do when not fettered to their orignal, to their real, counterpart. Who would be the one to say which is real? which is original then? so i stay with the lights on, clutching thoughts way past the logical reasoning portion of the show, and speculate wildly. madly. incessantly. i wait for the shadows to drag me away, but they never flinch from their fun house mimicking.

Part of my conclusion from my undergraduate thesis on archaeological theory...........

As time progresses, and we continue to check and reference established theories with new methods of critique, scientific advances, and more data from other sources, we will see how well theories can stand when put in relation to the world around us. We will always have to go back and check the work done before us because every time we look at it, we gaze from a different viewpoint, and its important to keep looking at a theory because we continue to see it in a new light that will either further support it, or raise questions that need to be addressed.
My only concern as we set out on our path of self-discovery through the past, inching forwards towards a more comprehensive understanding of our beginnings is that we will exhaust our data, our ability to find and excavate new sites before we can reach a honed and accepted method of archaeological discourse. A place where different fields of thought, theories and data will all work collectively in critically tying together the threads of our past into a tapestry of learning and achievement. We should view Archaeology as archaeology. Borrowing from other fields as seen fit in the course in inquiry, and acknowledging new methods that can be checked and appropriated a proper place without bias.

Meeting with Nietzsche

Primordial stone structures rise out of the ground like the most stubborn weeds in a steadily maintained garden. These buildings, not painted like the bright tiger lily’s and daffodils just a couple blocks east, were a reminder of antiquity of man. The stones themselves, rings, visibly announcing their age. I opened a tall arched door of one building and went up the steps to room with the only lit window in the place.

A small lamp burned dimly in the corner of the cramped desk. Hunched over a series of papers his hand feverishly dashed back and forth across parchment, pen swirling in a constant battle with his brains commands, and the fingers responses. As his left swept a heavily inked page over to reveal a new challenge, his right released the pen, tried to stretch out and relax like the dirt encrusted hands of a three card molly dealer on street corner, but was unable to extend very far.
His hands were old and worn. Not in the calloused way, strengthened and protected from years of hard labor. These hands were worn from holding a pen for too long, from the emptiness that hand carried around otherwise, never knowing the feel of another in a mutual interlocked grasp. No jewelry adorned any of fingers above the swollen and gnarled knuckles he fumbled with every day. I’ve heard it said that one can see the soul through the eyes, but his hands were the doorway to his soul.

“did the sight of these buildings when you were little, force your hand to write like this?” I asked him.

“Well it would take a lot of force to have a hand leave a mark on this building, it’s made of heavy stone.” With an incredulous look on his face, he turned back down to the desk and paper, the pen and struggle. His body language gave off the impression of someone annoyed with a disturbance of his solitude. Breaking his focus on the tug of war with the pen was a grave offense, one not to be forgiven easily. I proceeded down stairs and out to the street without another word, and headed east towards the daffodils and tiger lily’s.

This is Coy Dog. he kicks some serious ass.

and the song is from my man Bamboo Mc, his new album Woodgrain is out now!!!!!

stagnation

if i sit down in the morning and write one page of my thesis, i feel accomplished.... and then waste my day with other things. However, this doesnt even happen most days. I can talk about my thesis for hours, including many of the citations and elaborate on theoretical backgrounds without missing a beat. There is something about the act of writing that drags me down though. I've been acting recently like the keys on my laptop will give me a rash if I touch it too long. Even this blog has been dormant, no dumping of psychological shit into an accesible online medium for people. Of course there is a myriad list of excuses i could drudge up and parade around for no purpose other than for an 'ad hoc' justification of my laziness.
So here's to scraping that little bit of mold off the cheese, and then enjoying some crackers and cheddar. You know its fine, but you're still paranoid about not getting all the nasty mold of it, and so it leaves a strange taste in your mouth, even if its only in your head.