speed is subjective [i.e. influenced by personal opinion].
What one might perceive as a 50-yard-dash, may in reality be a year-long marathon... As the finish line slowly comes into view, the tortoise - so to speak - the one who has maintained a slow, steady & reliable pace - with only the odd sprint, in order to preserve harmony & maintain the status quo - remains resolute and continues on. The competition is fierce; ego, ire, envy, confusion....these emotions have caused many a contestant to stumble.
The tortoise remains patient & steadfast. Pushing on toward the finish line, the tortoise watches as its competitors struggle, eluding themselves & each other, searching for short-cuts and un-deserved victory. The tortoise chuckles & maintains pace. The tortoise had prepared well for this marathon. The tortoise plays fairly. The tortoise ignores taunts & jeers from the stands & its competitors. The tortoise is determined, methodical. The tortoise knows that slow & steady wins the race.
However, the tortoise is disappointed that its competitors don't comprehend the notion of self-knowledge, self-worth -- and is crushed to see that the fans in the stands haven't even noticed its progress. They sit watching, while the other competitors trip over each other, run round in circles - their antics have turned the event into a circus-of-sorts. An entertainment venue.
Some people just don't understand personal achievement. Or what it takes to get there.
by bary alyssa johnson
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
11/26/08
She didn't entirely trust him. She didn't know why. She liked him, liked being around him, but something about him put her ill at ease. He was charismatic. Everybody agreed on that. Beloved, even. But beneath the confident exterior lay a darker side to the man. A greedy side. A side that looked before it leapt. A side that foresaw the potential future, but not necessarily an accurate portrayal of what was to come. Nobody knew yet what would occur in the following years.
He was very spiritually evolved. A soul like his should have been above such buffoonery. Unfortunately for us all, the ugliest part of his soul took power at the most inopportune of times.
-bary j.
She didn't entirely trust him. She didn't know why. She liked him, liked being around him, but something about him put her ill at ease. He was charismatic. Everybody agreed on that. Beloved, even. But beneath the confident exterior lay a darker side to the man. A greedy side. A side that looked before it leapt. A side that foresaw the potential future, but not necessarily an accurate portrayal of what was to come. Nobody knew yet what would occur in the following years.
He was very spiritually evolved. A soul like his should have been above such buffoonery. Unfortunately for us all, the ugliest part of his soul took power at the most inopportune of times.
-bary j.
03/08/09
He liked his hoodies like his liquor: dark. Dark was his life. He dressed in black mostly and most definitely preferred night to day time, cursing the daytime drivers. Most of his acquaintances assumed his look was comparable to his inner soul.
In reality, that couldn't be further from the truth.
Deep-down he was still a child. Naive in ways that didn't make any sense, given his unfortunate past. He very seldom let that part of his soul shine. It was easier for him to see fear in the eyes of his peers than to have to admit to himself that he must start trusting and start loving again. He didn't like that term - Love. It was so subjective. But he needed it in a way he himself didn't even fully understand.
Would he ever give himself the chance to learn?
-bary j.
He liked his hoodies like his liquor: dark. Dark was his life. He dressed in black mostly and most definitely preferred night to day time, cursing the daytime drivers. Most of his acquaintances assumed his look was comparable to his inner soul.
In reality, that couldn't be further from the truth.
Deep-down he was still a child. Naive in ways that didn't make any sense, given his unfortunate past. He very seldom let that part of his soul shine. It was easier for him to see fear in the eyes of his peers than to have to admit to himself that he must start trusting and start loving again. He didn't like that term - Love. It was so subjective. But he needed it in a way he himself didn't even fully understand.
Would he ever give himself the chance to learn?
-bary j.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
1984
Visions of Tomorrow
. a montage .
?
"And if all others accepted the lie which the
Party imposed -
if all records told the same tale -
then the lie passed into history and became
truth.
'Who Controls the Past,' ran the Party slogan,
'Controls the Future:
Who controls the Present, Controls the Past.'
* * *
It was quite simple.
All that was needed was an unending
series of victories over one's own memory.
'Reality Control'
they called it; in Newspeak 'doublethink'."
- 1984 -
[p. 35]
.George Orwell.
[version? who knows.]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"One of these days,
thought Winston with sudden deep conviction,
Syme will be vaporized.
He is too intelligent.
He sees too clearly.
He speaks too plainly.
The Party does not like such people.
One day he will
~ disappear ~
it is written in his face."
- 1984 -
[p. 53]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"By 2050 - earlier, probably - all real knowledge of
Oldspeak will have disappeared.
The whole literature of the past will have been destroyed.
Chauncer, Shakespeare, Milton, Byron
they'll exist only in Newspeak versions,
not merely changed into something different,
but actually changed into something
contradictory of what they used to be...
The whole climate of thought will be different.
In fact there will be no thought, as we understand it now.
Orthodoxy means not thinking - not needing to think.
Orthodoxy is unconsciousness." [Syme]
-1984-
. a montage .
?
"And if all others accepted the lie which the
Party imposed -
if all records told the same tale -
then the lie passed into history and became
truth.
'Who Controls the Past,' ran the Party slogan,
'Controls the Future:
Who controls the Present, Controls the Past.'
* * *
It was quite simple.
All that was needed was an unending
series of victories over one's own memory.
'Reality Control'
they called it; in Newspeak 'doublethink'."
- 1984 -
[p. 35]
.George Orwell.
[version? who knows.]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"One of these days,
thought Winston with sudden deep conviction,
Syme will be vaporized.
He is too intelligent.
He sees too clearly.
He speaks too plainly.
The Party does not like such people.
One day he will
~ disappear ~
it is written in his face."
- 1984 -
[p. 53]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"By 2050 - earlier, probably - all real knowledge of
Oldspeak will have disappeared.
The whole literature of the past will have been destroyed.
Chauncer, Shakespeare, Milton, Byron
they'll exist only in Newspeak versions,
not merely changed into something different,
but actually changed into something
contradictory of what they used to be...
The whole climate of thought will be different.
In fact there will be no thought, as we understand it now.
Orthodoxy means not thinking - not needing to think.
Orthodoxy is unconsciousness." [Syme]
-1984-
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
dreamland - Notre Dame
last night (4/26/2010) i had a dream that apparently I was sleeping with this random guy (he didn't look familiar, he's not from my real life, I don't know how my dream created him) and he was obsessed with saying Notre Dame. He pronounced Dame with the A sounding like "Dahmer" (like Jeffrey Dahmer) and I kept telling him to pronounce it to rhyme with Dane. But he kept saying it his way over and over and over again. Then I woke up.
-b.
4.27.10
-b.
4.27.10
Friday, February 26, 2010
Regarding the future of this U.S. of A
"so what are we gonna have?
dessert or disaster?"
- Knock You Down
dessert or disaster?"
- Knock You Down
Corn Cob In a Frame
"Hmm... Maybe ol' Professor Hardwood is onto something. He probably really loves corn. And all corn-related products.
I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to put in a frame? Things you love? I'm gonna do that. When I'm get home, I'm gonna frame a bunch of stuff I love.
Like lasagna. I *love* lasagna. It's SO good. And cheesy.
You know who else loves lasagna? Garfield. Man, that cat really loves lasagna. Maybe I should put a picture of Garfield in a frame. You know, as a kind of shorthand way of saying 'I love lasagna.' That would be so f*cking inside.
Or how 'bout a photo of *President* Garfield?
Oh shit, that would be totally meta!
People would be all like: Jane, why do you have a photo of President Garfield on your mantle? And I'd be like: Because I like lasagna, of course."
- Jane F.
*Smiley Face*
I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to put in a frame? Things you love? I'm gonna do that. When I'm get home, I'm gonna frame a bunch of stuff I love.
Like lasagna. I *love* lasagna. It's SO good. And cheesy.
You know who else loves lasagna? Garfield. Man, that cat really loves lasagna. Maybe I should put a picture of Garfield in a frame. You know, as a kind of shorthand way of saying 'I love lasagna.' That would be so f*cking inside.
Or how 'bout a photo of *President* Garfield?
Oh shit, that would be totally meta!
People would be all like: Jane, why do you have a photo of President Garfield on your mantle? And I'd be like: Because I like lasagna, of course."
- Jane F.
*Smiley Face*
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