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Hancock Airport.

Was just speaking to A to the L I and we realized everyone that matters in this world will be in a NYC airport today. I will be in LaGuardia, Linds and Jackie have Newark covered and Ali and her frisbee friend will be at JFK. Steph is supposed to be connecting through nyc, but she goes missing for days so we're not sure where and when she'll be there. But she WILL make it to Ireland, I hope :)

Ali found a pigeon.

Tony Chachere's was just on the Hancock tele.

Jackie forgot which hostel they were staying at in Dublin.

Lindsey made it to the Path train in time for their flight. They are currently in a box. "Don't touch my jar of sand!"

Steph is missing.

That's the airport update of the day. Wish we were all in the SAME NYC airport. Especially for Ali's sake since she has a 7 hour layover or something crazy like that. Best advice: pick a pub (adirondack pub) and make an old man friend who feels sorry for you because you are ABSOLUTELY petrified of flying and hint that the only thing you can drink is Bailey's on ice because everything else make you throw up. or beat 6 guys in Poker and use their money to buy a few drinks ( that's my route ) or be in the Coast Guard and receive free refreshments for kicking ass. I would like to do an ethnography on Airport bars. That will be my career - yeeeeeeeees!

Loop Line

In speaking about motifs in Joyce's Ulysses today, PhD.R.Bye released from me a sudden moment of explicit revelation. It is to be sure we've all thought about it before but it is something we must come back to every once in a while: our place in the world. Proportions. My life is a but a blip in eternity. If we think of eternity as circular, or even a twisted ellipses (as the eternity symbol appears) there are curves along the entire movement of the figure. Though our lives appear to be a straight line in the space of our time on this earth, there are curves and turns and undulations.

We think, "START: birth; END: death."

-BIRTH- -------------(everything in between)---------------- - DEATH-

Railroad tracks are somewhat like this, because they are circularly connected, but when examined by the tiny person that I am while I am walking down it, it appears to be a long line disappearing over the horizon. It's important to place ourselves in this world, both large and small. Ulysses shows us this by revealing epic overarching themes as well as the explicit intricacies of flatulency, urination, defecation and menstration. It's scope is infinite. It is a mind-fuck and it is stimulating mine. That and coffee. And the lack of sleep. And Regina's beguiling voice:

IT'S HIP TO LOOP! - bill


This is how it works it feels a little worse than when we drove our hearse right through that screaming crowd while laughing up a storm until we were just bone until it got so warm that none of us could sleep and all the styrofoam began to melt away We tried to find some words to aid in the decay but none of them were home inside their catacomb: a million ancient bees began to sting our knees while we were on our knees praying that disease would leave the ones we love and never come again

On the radio we heard November Rain: that solo's really long but it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice 'cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
you're young until you're not
you love until you don't
you try until you can't
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like
and try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into some
someone else's heart
pumping someone else's blood
and walking arm in arm
you hope it don't get harmed
but even if it does
you'll just do it all again

and on the radio you'll hear November Rain: that solo's awful long but it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice 'cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio
Ba-budum-badum--buhm.

-RESPEKT

Naropa at dusk

Lookie those mounTAINs :)

I personally like the puddles in this picture.

(and yes Steph, this is the lice field ;) )

Art School Confidential

If you haven't seen it - check it out. It's a bit Naropa but with drawing and painting. My suggestion is to watch it until you say to yourself "Ahhhh John Malchevich always plays the same queer role."

And here's the REAL Naropa on a sunset evening...


The trees are on fire with a plume of pigment dispersal. Ate all the leaves. Fire clouds! Idon'tknow, sorry my head hurts from writing/reading. I'll get away from you now...

My Obelisk Valise

There is a world of sound that is random and there. In darkness, you can begin tapping and touch this world. Lost at the forge, beating. Without reference of space and... what is surrounding? "I didn't want to sniffle with all our eyes closed. Everyone would hear it." Well, we're all interconnected through cords, links, strands - the omphalos is the cable of all flesh. Umbilical dipthongs. Solipsism is impossible; everything exists.

Naropa Quote of the Day

If you do not know where you are going, any road will take you there.

-Lewis Carroll

the eternal doom of a vagabond...?

Bought Natural Boneless Chicken Strips today. Since when is chicken naturally boneless? And Stripped, nonetheless?

Things that makes me go hmmm.

my abs hurt

no pain no gain, they say.


(outside my living room WindOW)


c'mon. look at these clouds!!!!!!!

okay, i am using blog to procrastinate again. i'll stop... now.


okay, now. i promise.

bye.

adbusters

I drank my coffee out of a Styrofoam cup
I put something in my body that came out of extruded polystyrene

I drove to work
In the aluminum and steel over the asphalt and tar and oil
The air was heavy with carbon monoxide and hydrochloric acid pollution

MATHIEU BERNARD-REYMOND

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I found this in a magazine sitting on my kitchen table brought home by my wonderful roommate Malia called ADBUSTERS.
Check out their website: http://www.adbusters.org/home/

It's good stuff - educational. YOU WILL LEARN and BE ALIVE.

These flowers. No words for them.

The mountains. View from the bus stop next door to my job. CLOUDS!

I like signs. I miss you all, come share these signs with me someday - you'd love Boulder.



Earnestly yours, friends,

Meghann