Parkour and the urban jungle
Strangely, Kelly found this in The New Yorker rather than online first; he read it to me Sunday night and now I’m seeing it everywhere. In the spiritual, ir- and rational, literal all-encompassing-sum-of-my-parts contradicting swell, I mean with every ounce that learning/perfecting the art of leaping and falling well seems to have a greater meaning beyond the obvious.
Having No Obstacles
“It is warm and sunny out today. Summer is made for kissing in the sunshine. It is made for wearing your new, pretty t-shirt, and flirting with the boy at the drug store. Summer is made for skateboarding and sneering at all the dorks downtown in their “parkour” t-shirts, only to turn the corner and climb up on something tall and crazy, just for fun.Summer is meant for me, I think! Or, I am meant for summer?”
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The Urban Jungle
“It’s time to the rewrite the old slogan ‘Workers of the world unite!”‘ said Walter Hickel, a former Alaska governor and interior secretary under President Richard Nixon. “It’s time to proclaim, ‘Workers — Unite the world!”‘
an eternity with punctuation
One of the things i love about wordpress is that when you open it – depending on how you open it – one of the first things you see is a button that says “write”. Almost telling you to write. Tonight, seeing that word feels like a thumb pressed into my shoulder blade.
“Now, Lauren. Go.”
I have made an ass of myself lately, personally, not being able to figure out what I want exactly. Jay and I discussed this at length regarding our past four years; what tendencies we’ve developed and what that implicates. I’m disappointed and feel like a gross pile of flap. I’ve sustained that behavior – somehow(??!!!) – through the last 4-to-five years maybe. It’s a difficult thing; the time spent in this age demographic, wondering what the fkk you are to do with yourself. Wondering what you should do. Looking for your path. Learning you’ve got to create one. I’ve been laboring at it for a decade already, wondering. Watching. It is what this blog was for. There is so much I don’t know or haven’t made a decision on yet, and when pressed, I know I’ve got to crystalize Lauren into a tincture of pure “this is it”ness and be steady and be solid consistent, not waste time and give it straight. It’s uncomfortable. It’s uncomfortable because it’s hard to know. Because I’m not there yet, always. So I wait. And then later I wonder if the waiting-to-see-how-it-goes is doing right by me.
That entire statement explains my last three jobs and can be parlayed into otros areas de mi vida.
And sometimes, if I’m paid enough, it’s harder for me see through fogs. It takes so much longer to move. So I don’t stand up for much or ever just take anything swiftly because I’m partway drunk on something. My heart wants to believe that the taking will clarify things. But some of my past choices and the results of some of the choices of those close to me remind me that that’s not the case; the bungee jump leap isn’t always the right therapeutic. Many things are relative. Many things go away or stay for whatever reason or come back to bite you in the ass. I’m so desperately tired of it.
Tonight Jay and I watched On The Waterfront. And Holy SHIT. Now I understand 100 more things about references and certain fears and certain geniuses and things I’ve witnessed in my youth in popular culture. I watched a character make his way through so many difficult decisions and portray it close to honest reality. I wasn’t always rooting for him. I sometimes wanted to protect the girl.
after the film we watched extra features, and the most striking actually came from James Lipton when describing the goddamn amazing Contender scene, which gets better the more you watch it. He said: what’s extraordinary is watching the choices take place.
Isn’t that the goddamn truth.
The Cognoscenti
I’ve been seeing that word so often, wanting to see where it led me. Then this. Google couldn’t define solipsistic with the little trick I was just reading about. Define: solipsism.
Char just sent me the following. Perhaps this is understanding of the cognoscenti:
‘Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. Begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with old nonsense.’
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
they’re just humans
I wish I was at this funky kickass wild mthrfking show party at the OKC zoo! Geezus Christ, could there be a better peak than that amazing climax on Race for the Prize?
certainly there could; sure.
but i don’t think so. 
