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brother in town for a week.
greg can be epitomized by last night's dinner, when mom urged him to toast to something.
"i'd like to make a toast to Something - sure we take it for granted, but we'll miss it when it's gone."
on a different note, uploaded rough cut of reuben documentary to current tv:
besides chastising me about my bad taste in men, family time consists of convincing me to wear a helmet when i bike.
everytime i point out a helmet-less bike rider greg says:
"you will never cease to find examples of poor judgement."
am on one hand starting to feel immense internal pressure to make money and get a job, am on the other hand depressed that two of my main "things" have already been capitalized upon.
venn diagrams a la jessica hagy (old news), and craigslist journeys a la LA times ICU.
am choosing to refrain from making money for the next month and work full time on getting my favorite yet un-capitalized upon idea up and running.
greg can be epitomized by last night's dinner, when mom urged him to toast to something.
"i'd like to make a toast to Something - sure we take it for granted, but we'll miss it when it's gone."
on a different note, uploaded rough cut of reuben documentary to current tv:
besides chastising me about my bad taste in men, family time consists of convincing me to wear a helmet when i bike.
everytime i point out a helmet-less bike rider greg says:
"you will never cease to find examples of poor judgement."
am on one hand starting to feel immense internal pressure to make money and get a job, am on the other hand depressed that two of my main "things" have already been capitalized upon.
venn diagrams a la jessica hagy (old news), and craigslist journeys a la LA times ICU.
am choosing to refrain from making money for the next month and work full time on getting my favorite yet un-capitalized upon idea up and running.
posted by judyprays at 9:02 AM
3 Comments:
"you will never cease to find examples of poor judgement."
is probably the truest, yet most annoying thing I've read today. Don't you wish it was the other way around?
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i never wore a helmet. i never wore shin guards. i jumped from level to level on wooden jungle gyms set in aging gravel foundations. i swung on swings until the chains jumped and pushed girls around; i popped wheelies and kickflips, ate candy until my stomach hurt.
these days, the wooden jungle gyms are gone; if you push a girl over, you're slapped with detention and a copy of "Sexual Harrassment for Boys"; still worse, candy has been removed from school campuses in California altogether.
and it's not as though kids have suddenly been endowed with good judgment -- decisions are simply being made for them.
maybe i'm biased, but i think i turned out pretty ok exercising poor judgment. it's a pretty arrogant notion that one should live their life in spite of the advice-givers in the world, but who cares? it's the right one.
at 21 years old, you and I both are but babes in the woods. the pressure to grow up, mature, to fix up and look sharp is near constant. i don't listen, and neither should you (although, in that same spirit, feel free to disregard anything i say).
date assholes, ditch safety equipment, live penniless and creative for as long as you can.
i have a "real" job and have since I graduated high school; it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
in summary, do your thing, not what your thing "should be".
i mean this in the least anarchistic way possible.
Ok, it's official. I miss you! And by you I mean Greg, of course. I'm thinking about coming home for 4th of july weekend. Prepare yourself for hanging out with me.
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