August 29, 2009 § Leave a comment
Blog-Thought: Aztlan Underground
After a year of “Everything’s Connected, Everything” the categories of Live, Play, and Work still hold true to their “synchronicitous’ synergy. This band and I have a long history. Since my anti-establishment upbringing till now dissent is the most American form of expression. Got a chance to get to know the band a little over the past few weeks. They allowed me to create and live a bit of that aforementioned synergy. Thank you Yaotl, Joe, Zo, and Caxo. If you don’t know of AUG’s oeuvre it is time to listen. And just for the sake of clarification Aztlan is not the same as Azlan of C. S. Lewis fame. Enjoy.
August 14, 2009 § Leave a comment
Confidence. I’m remembering the influential power of “if”. Remember the Dennis Hopper photographer line when he says, If makes up L IF E?
The outside world will try to kill your confidence — don’t let it! Life is about doing. A lesson worth repeating to the self. Especially when doubt sets in.
The wind doesn’t ask should I blow; it just blows.
August 6, 2009 § 1 Comment
Read somewhere where one should make it a habit to visit places one is unfamiliar with–that going to the same restaurant, movie theater, hiking trail, gas station week to week and year to years is a subconscious sign of one’s “fear of the unknown”. I bought into this idea and have been, in a way, forcing myself to finds new places to visit, neighborhoods to drive through, and ways to satisfy my cravings for years. Try it it works.
Along these lines I took my car to a Car Wash to get cleaned (something I usually like doing at home with pail and water hose in hand). As I waited for my car to pass each station I noticed an eerie similarity between the looks I got from the workers as I looked through the protective glass and the looks of the animals in the zoo as I stop and stare at each exhibit (especially the gorilla, orangutan, and chimpanzee). I had always explained the look of being forced to be in a place they did not seem happy to be in (at the zoo) by telling myself, Oh, it’s just me adding human emotion to the body language and stagnant eyes of these animals. This same thought wasn’t as easily pushed aside this time. Another thought came in: is this also what social class, immigrant status, gender and religious views say to those that aren’t like oneself?
As the car moved on the conveyor I kept thinking, thinking about all those times, while at the zoo, that I wondered about how these animals got to these cages and electric fenced, man-made “habitats”. I remembered the times I had read about how animals had escaped late at night. I lost my car for a few minutes as I thought about how many of these men would escape.
When I returned I noticed that the man that I tipped had a hard time looking at me in the face as I thanked him.
I can say with certainty that I’ll wash my car in my drive way for a while before I go back to a “Hand” Car Wash. I’m glad I went, though. Maybe I should stay away from the zoo, too.