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The Age of the 1,270 Mile Argument

Posted in internet, love by Jules on 27 February 2010

The internet allows for some tremendously important arguments to take place. Like this one:

Me: I don’t know if you’ve listened to it much, but I made a Miles Davis radio station on Pandora, and it’s awesome. I’ve been listening to it for days.

Sean: I made that radio station, but yeah, it’s great.

Me: Nooooo. I made that station.

Sean: I distinctly remember making it.

Me: Well, the point is, I’m really enjoying the radio station that I made.

Sean: That I made.

Me: That I made.

Sean: I know I made a station like that.

Me: Well, I know I made that station, not one like it.

Sean: Well it is a good one.

Me: I know! I created a great station.

Sean: I created.

Me: I mean, I’d make my own Pandora account, but I’ve put so much work into making these stations great.

Sean: Yeah, the stations I made.

Me: I made.

And so on.

But here’s the point: I’m right. I’ll even give you an example of why I’m right, so that you can have a bigger picture idea of how I know I’m right.

Me: [out on the back porch, drinking a glass of wine, reading a novel]

Sean: [Comes out, starts rummaging through the storage shed]

Me: [glances up quickly, then back down to novel] Whatcha doing?

Sean: Well…. I’m looking for the coolant fluid, because I’m going to check the fluid in the truck.

Me: [still not looking up] It’s empty.

Sean: How do you know? Did you check it?

Me: Nope. It just is. I know.

Sean: How?

Me: [still reading] It just is.

Sean: Well we’ll just see.

Me: You’ll just see. I already know.

Sean: [leaves to check fluids in the truck, then comes back, and says nothing.]

Me: Well?

Sean: [just enough of a pause, that he knows that I know] It was empty.

Me: I know. That’s what I said.

Clearly, I MADE the Miles Davis Radio Station. How? I just know.

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Not Enough.

Posted in friends, internet, Life, love by Jules on 11 November 2009

Something about repetition, like we need to hear that we are loved about 30 times to drill through the layers of clay and then it gets in deep.

 

Sometimes when a woman so beautiful, and so brilliant says something like that… you just find yourself erupting. And, maybe it comes out something liiike this:

…There are other things… a million other things… but they’re going to have to wait. Because… because. Because that’s life. Because I can’t put everything out when I want to. Because we live in other states. Because I CAN’T COLLAPSE ON YOUR COUCH WITH A GLASS OF WINE. Because I hate that I have to type everything. Because I hate that it takes so long (and I type damn fast). And I have so much to say, and.. and… I don’t have time. And even if I did… I don’t want to say these things this way. Any of these things. I want to see your beautiful face. I want to HEAR you laughing, or crying, or screaming. I want to wake up and have coffee with you. I hate this. I want to touch you, and see you in real life. Real, living, breathing, horrible, no make-up, sore cheeks LIFE. THIS IS NO LONGER ENOUGH FOR ME. *sigh* I’m thankful. I’m so very thankful. I don’t want that message to be muddled, or confused. I’m thankful. I’m thankful for you. BUT HOLY HELL THIS IS NOT ENOUGH. I want to tell you about my day today. I want to come over, and throw my bag on the floor, and just spill it all. I want to have a drink with you. I want to just BE. And so I sit here tonight, and I’m yelling… THIS IS NOT ENOUGH. I want the bad hair days, I want the holy-smokes-you’re-really-hot days. I WANT TO HAVE DAYS WITH YOU. I want to eat, and share meals with you.. I want to cook, and hang out in your kitchen. I want to talk while things simmer, and boil, and bake, and brown… I want a life with you. A real life. Not this cyber life. My desire is for a life with you, where this computer does not exist. Cyber friendship is a very poor excuse for friendship. Like cyber sex… you can’t equate the two. Real friendship, real sex… you can’t put that shit online and call it the same. So yes. I am thankful. I am THANKFUL for you. For your friendship. For who you are. I’m THANKFUL that you are in my life. But for all of that, because of all of that I am saying…. not enough. Not ok.

Why it matters.

Posted in finals week, food, friends, internet, love, photography, school, writing by Jules on 11 May 2009

 

Love from Berkeley

 

“Patty Keene was stupid on purpose, which was the case with most women in Midland City. The women all had big minds because they were big animals, but they did not use them much for this reason: unusual ideas could make enemies, and the women, if they were going to achieve any sort of comfort and safety, needed all the friends they could get.

So, in the interests of survival, they trained themselves to be agreeing machines instead of thinking machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking, and then they thought that, too.”

 

Breakfast Of Champions – Kurt Vonnegut

The Great Techno Migration

Posted in internet by Jules on 23 March 2009

Because photos look better. Because it allows me to do more. Because I’ve been sucked into the great wordpress hype.

…Because I finally had enough time to waste to set it up.

It had to happen sooner or later. 

Welcome.