2006-09-18

Turn your lights down low

I'm busy as all hell. This entry will be quick, because of the obvious meaning of the previous sentence. I just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive. I do not not exist, just yet. Though, as I was recounting earlier this morning, that is to the benefit of all of non-existence. Because I would seriously rock non-existence's world. I would make non-existence unhappy that it ever included me in its fold. (Really, so many pardoxes in this line of thought, (or non-thought, as the case may be), there is no need to tread further down this path. And yet, I know in my heart that it is true. Such is the nature of paradoxes.)

I feel like a hold out, a desperate criminal succumbing to the cool clutch of authority; I must be one of the last who still uses photobucket in spite of the clear advantages of flickr. Because of this, I will post a photo here. It will be my last salvo at the world of flickr. And then I will join it. And soon, I will abandon diaryland, or at least, create another blog elsewhere, and perhaps post sporadically here when I am lousy with caffeine and a paucity of reason. Because, as an aquaintance wrote to me: cessante ratione legis, cessat ipsa lex, or, to us latin illiterati, "where reason ends, so does the law." And clearly, caffeine is the domain of the lawless criminal. It almost steals productivity from the less toxic, the less volatile among us.

But before you go, let me ask you: what is it that makes you happy? What is the thing that you chase, the experience, the thrill, whatever, the intangible that you find momentarily in the things you do that make you happy? Try to catch it, try to pin it down and give it a name, a butterfly in a perfect wooden box of wonders.

Is it futile?

From a concert in the summertime.

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