I just got in contact with a girlfriend I had when I was 16-17 years old. Turns out she lived here in Norway for 14 years and has two kids who were born here. She’s back in Buffalo now. A part of me wished she still lived here. It would be nice to have more American friends to hang out with. 

I have been purposely staying away from politics lately. I don’t want to to know anything more until january 20th. Given the last 7 years and 10 months I dread to read what Bush will leave as a final fuck-you to the country. 

I also have been sleeping 16-17 hours a day. It is as if I have been switching to hibernation mode. Sleep, go to work, sleep… I am just going to let it keep happening. If the body speaks you gotta listen.

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When I Think About It.

  I can’t figure it out. Sometimes I think I have writer’s block. Most of the time I feel like there is nothing to be said. Have I become Mister Blocked or Mister Siddhartha? 

Before you go on, in your head, about me saying I may be Buddha, may I explain? 

  I would never profess to be anything supreme. My problem is seeing repeated situations in my life. A lot of life feels predictable. There are struggles and pain. There are silly moments where nothing makes sense but, with a little background in social behavior, it all becomes soberingly predictable. Sigh…

 You know what really kills it? Hearing stories from others. When a friend tells me a story, I love it. I love hearing the ins and outs, the feelings expressed. I love that someone I care about is sharing an experience. I like listening to them. What hurts is hen I share a story and it is overwhelmingly much more over the top… 

I am not trying to compare or contrast others’ lives to mine. I just find myself… becoming a robot, losing feeling.

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Obvious.

(This post as been edited)This post is designed to state what is obvious… to some. 

  • - Education is not to make you a genius. It’s to make you a complicit, easy to manage, consumer and worker in this world.
  • -George Carlin says all of this well.  - 
  •  At the very least… question everything.  
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