What is revealed when the sphere of the world contracts and your senses retreat to include only the awareness of a worm, curling and contracting in the earth?
Your skin, your breath, the gurgling undulations of your gut, the taste of your teeth running across your tongue, the panting huff of animal breath, all dismissive of the trappings of anything more than this, than these. The crust of sleep on an eyelid, muscles tensing a hand to a claw slaved to desires, the ground punching walking heels, the lashing of cold and heat and dry and wet and stillness and noise. The ever present, pressing urgencies of sexing, consuming, excreting, fucking, eating, shitting.
Elegance and crudity in harmony; this is the banal creature that pilots life's creation. This pulsing urge, devoid of time, sets the heartbeat for all the glory and terror that builds above it, dreaming of abstract perfections by the light of the primal's burning.
I've had it. This is really it. For the first time in all of human history, there is no longer any excuse for baseline ignorance from anyone in the first world. Hell, pretty soon even the third world's going to be googling their way to the 21st century.
So enough is enough. If I tell you something about anything, say, "Good god man, are we post singularity yet?" Hit up wiki.
If you want to know how to install Photoshop, GOOGLE IT.
Between Wiki and Google, you can answer any conceivable question, and many inconceivable ones as well.
When I hear someone ask me a definitional question, I hear "Duhhh, duhhh, whad dus dis meen duhhhh" and see drool on the face of the 20st century ape-man asking me. Asking questions vocally makes about as much sense today as weaving your own clothes did in the past century. Sure, the rubes still do it, but the rest of us have lifted our knuckles off the ground and decided to leave the trees for condos with central heating and broadband/wifi internet access.
Wikipedia. Google. Learn it, live it, link it.
And quit bitching about cellular ubiquity. You are the oddball, not everyone around you. Remember the guys still trying to ride horses in the cities packed with cars? Yeah, that's you, gramps, out of the way - I'm photoblogging.
Hillary Clinton reminds me of Margaret Thatcher, only without the cock.
McCain is whacked out, but in a nice old grandfatherly way. I want him in a rocking chair telling me the world is safe.
I think these are going to be my choices for '08.
Bye sun! Adios Moon! Oh yeah hello Moon and hello to you and you and open mouth of night and that gust stroking me from the hills. It's that time, that time when closed lids and loose faces crack open and let immeasurable drifts haze the land.
We wink out, plink ourselves, shimmy over to the other side, to where sounds and scents and our hearts are our eyes. Goodnight to us, goodnight to our breath, goodnight flickering eyelids, goodnight sliding feet and shifting hips. Our exit goes unnoticed, unaware, and absolute.
Do you see the ships at port? Do you hear the sound of the seagulls? The scent rising, filling yourself with salt and metal and shit. Can you hear the wind singing? Where is the grit but under your feet, grinding and tickling your toes? When opening your eyes is a let-down, and your tongue reaches out to lick what your fingers cannot feel.
When we wake, when we feel the familiar heel push us insistently to awareness, when the first breath we ever take fills us with the heavy mundane. Ah, ah, ah, uhh, uhh, yeah yeah yeah ok. I'm awake.
If I had a nickle for every time someone working at AT&T said these words, I'd have enough money to buy their whole company and fire everyone in it.
In the past two weeks, I've spent easily 12-14 hours on the phone or standing in front of AT&T employees who vigorously insist that they cannot help me with whatever it is I need help with.
The only value I've managed to extract from this is a deeper appreciation for my own powers of patience.
Jesus fucking CHRIST AT&T is terrible.
I'd be completely out of character if I were to post this in any state less than completely drunk, so it'll come as no surprise to anyone that this is precisely my status.
I think I successfully managed to bring back "effin" as a legitimate adjective this year. Altogether, I'd have to say this past year was an unqualified success. I learned so very much this year. I learned about my limits and how many of them were illusiory. I learned how good I was, and how bad I thought I was. I learned about love and loving and love lost and love never lost after all.
My intention for this post was a longer, more individualized declaration. I wanted to thank the people who had been so instrumental in my life this year. I wanted to shake my cape with a flourish and wink at you all with a look that could only say, "ah yes, but see?" Instead I have only this plain statement.
Happy New Year.