July 27, 2003

  • I will never get over the fact that people born in 1980 are 23, and will only get older.

    It's kind of fun to think about, though, in the abstract. The overlapping lives of all people everywhere, the constant birthing and dying, the tremendous friction generated between the generations. And I get to watch my attachments to the idea that no proper childhood can happen unless it's like mine evaporate like breath on a mirror. Stubborn breath on a mirror.

    I try to think about what's universal to all lifetimes, and the truth is that the human race is a wave function of capacity toward compassion and divinity.

    No, there wasn't LSD in the donuts.

    It's true. The fundamental human truths don't transcend our lives or our experiences as individuals, or as generations; they can only exist within the context of those experiences. We're far from even beginning to push the boundaries of those experiences, however, so there's plenty of room for unexpected truth to wriggle its way out of murky potential.

    'Wriggle.' Is there a motion-based analog to the term 'onomatopoeia?'

    Reminds me of something I heard once: 'Onomatopia' is what you call a place that only sounds good.

Comments (6)

  • I worked with an intern last year who was born the year I lost my virginity. Tell me THAT doesn't sting ...

  • I hate interviewing young people for jobs these days. Such babies. And they think the world owes them something.  piffle

  • I don't really have a comment other than I like your brain.

  • He's got an *amazing brain*. 

  • Yep, your neural matrix is indeed a marvel of self-engineered reactions to such diverse stimuli as sugarcrack, memory, imagination, and buddhist theory.  You rock the metamind, Homer-san.

    And your last note reminds me of a certain chat had during a trip to seattle, where a tableful of poets were discussing inane things and up comes a question of how old the lovely girl next to me is.  She says, "I was born in 1980... No I don`t remember Reagan being shot."

    I felt old.  The mind is an amazing thing.  I only felt old in relation to the person my hormones were getting steamed for.  Then I realized, after doing all the table math, I was the oldest person in the group.

    We asked each other about our earliest social memory... I won, with the night of the Apollo 11 moon landing.

    But what did I win?  Nowadays, I am frequently referred to as "Viejo" (old man), by folks I do not know.  And I still have as much energy in me as a "boy" of 25.

    My umbrella has a few holes, yet is far from crumbling.  Yet sometimes my life does seem like a looooong slow-motion panic attack.  Like a very slow shark is chasing me, and I can easily outswim it... for now.  But sharks don`t ever rest, and one day I`ll have to pause.

    How`s the weather in Seattle?

     

  • i like the wave function concept... that's the spark of an idea...
    but do you have a particular function in mind, or are you just noting the gestalt of connection adding all the different experiences to each other?

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