rambles, poems, braindroppings, and stories

" Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing." — Macbeth

-pocket book of o'henry stories -terry pratchett- pyramids, the light fantastic, the night watch, and small gods -one flew over the cocos nest -narrative of the life of frederick douglass, an american slave -leo tolstoy- family happiness, the death of ivan illych, the kreutzer sonata, master and man -walden -blindness -this side of paradise -the odyssey -the long earth -the long war -the good earth -john steinbeck- cannery row, of mice and men, grapes of wrath, and the red pony -(re-read) the geat gatsby -(re-read) night -the accident -good omens -white fang

last night my worst nightmare (as a valet) happened. i crashed a car.

Columbus wrote in his journal about how nice and giving the indians were, and then he raped, killed, and enslaved them. And yet we have a holiday dedicated to this guy. Happy Columbus day!

When I see the 5 o'clock news I don't wanna grow up Comb their hair and shine their shoes I don't wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I don't wanna put no money down I don't wanna get me a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I don't wanna float a broom Fall in and get married then boom How the hell did I get here so soon I don't wanna grow up -tom waits

winter sunrises are better than the summer ones. taken on feb 4th 2013, if you look carefully you can see a little snow on the beach below.

the dark summer night drifts away with fierce authority and leaves me sweating in my non-airconditioned room.

when i got my book i got a place to go

i remember summer as a kid dreaming and worrying about nothing, yeah i remember those days.

Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more. You don't get big houses and carriages without grindin' the faces of the poor a bit. A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read. Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on. While evidence says that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, they're probably all on first steps. Creators aren't gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It's men that make gods. This explains a lot.

The man who goes alone can start today, but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready. -Henry David Thoreau

ive always enjoyed the ending to Jonathon Safran Foer's book "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close"- “I ripped the pages out of the book. I reversed the order, so the last one was first, and the first was last. When I flipped through them, it looked like the man was floating up through the sky. And if I'd had more pictures, he would've flown through a window, back into the building, and the smoke would've poured into the hole that the plane was about to come out of. Dad would've left his messages backward, until the machine was empty, and the plane would've flown backward away from him, all the way to Boston. He would've taken the elevator to the street and pressed the button for the top floor. He would've walked backward to the subway, and the subway would've gone backward through the tunnel, back to our stop. Dad would've gone backward through the turnstile, then swiped his Metrocard backward, then walked home backward as he read t...

-from Steinbeck's "Travels With Charley"

"The Big Nurse tends to get real put out if something keeps her outfit from running like a smooth , accurate, precision-made machine. The slightest thing messy or out of kilter or in the way ties her into a little white knot of tight-smiled fury. She walks around with that same doll smile crimped between her chin and her nose and that same calm whir coming from her eyes, but down inside of her she's tense as steel. I know, I can feel it. And she don't relax a hair until she gets the nuisance attended to - what she calls 'adjusted to surroundings.'" "This is what I know. The ward is a factory for the Combine. It's for fixing up mistakes made in the neighborhoods and in the schools and in the churches, the hospital is. When a completed product goes back out into society, all fixed up good as new, better than new sometimes, it brings joy to the Big Nurse's heart; something that came in all twisted and different is now a functioning, adjusted compo...

i started my research for my wwoofing trip today, kinda overwhelmed on all the choices i have, i think it's gonna be a great experience...now the question is- where am i gonna go?

" Some folks might sa-ay that Im no good That I wouldnt settle down if I could But when that open ro-oad starts to callin me Theres somethin oer the hill that I gotta see Sometimes its har-rd but you gotta understand When the lord made me, he made a ra-amblin man. I love to see the tow-owns a-passin by And to ride these rails neath gods blue sky Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea cause thats the life I believe he meant for me And when Im go-one and at my grave you stand Just say God called home your ra-amblin man."