Maybe I'll blog again
Maybe
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The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via the-endnotes)
What I've been up to
I haven’t really been around on tumblr the last few months. I was taking advantage of the summer to make some much-needed changes in my life. I started really watching what I was eating back in May. I cleaned out my cupboards and freezer and threw away all the unhealthy junk and started buying more fresh vegetables and fruit. Then in June I decided that I wasn’t going to eat meat anymore, so once again I cleaned out my freezer and got rid of all the ground beef and chicken, as well as the cold cuts and salami in the fridge. I bought some tofu and some nuts and some chia and stated experimenting with vegetarianism. After about two weeks of that, losing weight and feeling better, I decided to go completely vegan. I eliminated the rest of the animal products from my diet: no more cheese, milk, eggs, honey, ranch dressing or mayo. I think that out of all the things you can’t eat as a vegan, cheese was the hardest to give up for me. But, it’s now September so that means I’ve been going for a little under three months now. I feel great and I’ve lost about 20 pounds. If I start exercising more I will continue to lose weight. This has been something I’ve thought about doing for a long time and I feel better and proud of myself for following through. This was a big step in what I feel will be a complete metamorphosis. Now that fall is here I will continue to write and cook and eat well, and feel better.
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blastedheath
George Adolphus Storey (English, 1834-1919), ’Melencolia’. Pen and brown ink with brown and grey wash, 10½ x 8 in.
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darksilenceinsuburbia
Folge, 2012. Oil on canvas, 275 x 480 cm.
Metrum, 2011. Oil on canvas, 210 x 360 cm.
Bucht, 2008. Oil and acrylic on canvas, 200 x 300 cm.
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cultoftheblackmother
Well, this is perfect
bluemoonbastards replied to your post: I have finished the rough draft for a story I’ve...
Send it my way man, I’d really like to read it!
Thanks Grant. I need to do some work on it still. It's not even typed. Once I feel comfortable letting people read it you'll be the first to have it.
I have finished the rough draft for a story I've been working on since April. It's short and badly in need of a rewrite but having it sketched out makes me feel good for the first time in a while.
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Paul Klee, Portrait of a Man, 1925
Franny: "You can say anything you want if you don't get abusive about it. I just don't feel like a workout this morning. I mean it."
Zooey: "No workouts, no workouts, buddy. And if there's one thing I never am, it's abusive. Oh, a little brisk sometimes, yes, when the situation warrants. Abusive, never. Personally, I've always found that you can catch more flies with --"
Franny: "I mean it, now, Zooey. And I wish you'd sit up, incidentally. Every time all hell breaks loose around here, it seems very funny to me that it always comes from that spot right where you're lying. And you're always the one that's there. C'mon, now. Just please sit up."
Zooey: "Fortunately, I know you don't mean that. Not deep down. We both know, deep in our hearts, that this is the only piece of hallowed ground in this whole goddam haunted house. This happens to be where I used to keep my rabbits. And they were saints, both of them. As a matter of fact, they were the only celibate rabbits in the --"
Franny: "Oh, shut up! Just start, if you're going to. All I ask is that you at least try to be a little bit tactful, the way I'm feeling right now -- that's all. You are without a doubt the most tactless person I've ever known in my life."
Zooey: "Tactless! Never. Outspoken, yes, High-spirited, yes. Mettlesome. Sanguine, perhaps, to a fault. But no one has ever --"
Franny: "I said tactless! Just get sick sometime and go visit yourself, and you'll find out how tactless you are! You're the most impossible person to have around when somebody's not feeling up to par that I've ever known in my life. If somebody just has a cold, even, you know what you do? You give them a dirty look every time you see them. You're absolutely the most unsympathetic person I've ever known. You are!"
Zooey: "I don't think everybody's made of iron, buddy."
Franny: "Well you'd think you did. I mean, did you call for any special reason? I mean, did you have any special reason for calling me?"
Zooey: "No special reason, buddy, no special reason. I suppose I more or less called to tell you to go on with your Jesus Prayer if you want to. I mean that's your business. That's your business. It's a goddam nice prayer, and don't let anybody tell you anything different."
Franny: "I know."
Zooey: "I don't think I ever really meant to try to stop you from saying it. At least, I don't think I did. I don't know. I don't know what the hell was going on in my mind. There's one thing I do know for sure, though. I have no goddam authority to be speaking up like a seer the way I have been. We've had enough goddam seers in this family. That part bothers me. That part scares me a little bit. It scares me a little bit but it doesn't petrify me. Let's get that straight. It doesn't petrify me. Because you forget one thing, buddy. When you first felt the urge, the call, to say the prayer, you didn't immediately start searching the four corners of the world for a master. You came home. You not only came home but you went into a goddam collapse. So if you look at it in a certain way, by rights you're only entitled to the low-grade spiritual counsel we're able to give you around here, and no more. At least you know there won't be any goddam ulterior motives in this madhouse. Whatever we are, we're not fishy, buddy. I'll tell you one thing, Franny. One thing I know. And don't get upset. It isn't anything bad. But if it's the religious life you want, you ought to know right now that you're missing out on every single goddam religious action that's going on around this house. You don't even have the sense enough to drink when somebody brings you a cup of consecrated chicken soup -- which is the only kind of chicken soup Bessie ever brings to anybody around this madhouse. So just tell me, just tell me, buddy. Even if you went out and searched the whole world for a master -- some guru, some holy man -- to tell you how to say your Jesus Prayer properly, what good would it do you? How in hell are you going to recognize a legitimate holy man when you see one if you don't even know a cup of consecrated chicken soup when it's right in front of your nose? Can you tell me that?