Ode to Sprinkler Head

Ode to Sprinkler Head:

The garden,
Where you've long impersonated a fountain
Defiantly spurting and bubbling like you'd
Completely forgotten your purpose in the
Garden, where you're there to keep the plants
Refreshed and satiated, not submerged nor drowning
Today is the day when you will be reprimanded,
Rehabilitated and returned again to
The garden

Baggaging Family?

I don't want to return home this weekend, like before. I feel that I've reached a point in my creative commitments that I want/need the alone time and would like the opportunity to remain in Berkeley to develop them further, to read and write and to enjoy the potential spontaneity present here.

At home, too, I feel so pressed to commit to many activities that I only partially enjoy but that my family always desires to include me in, so I know that my creative life will need to take a backseat. I still want to preserve a sense of community with them, and they are very important to me.

And I miss my brother even. But we inhabit different worlds. I read, write, draw, play guitar, garden, cook and etc. And they don't do much of this at all, absent one or two of them. They watch excessive amounts of tv, and I desire only some part of it, if at all. oh well.

But, as with many times before, I'll most likely reluctantly go, in spite of what remains here and for me to enjoy, to learn from, to take pleasure in. There is so much already.

Prudish Prudence

Talk about reproducing sex-unfriendly social habits and assuming that human beings just can't stand publicly admitting they have any part in reproductive or procreative habits. This Prudence lady gives weird advice, again and again.

http://www.slate.com/articles/video/dear_prudence/2013/07/dear_prudence_video_raunchy_upstairs_neighbor.html

Onwards!

Unfortunately, as of yet, I don't inhabit a world where I can read and write all day, but instead, I have to commit myself to jobs and other occupations that are not necessarily in line with interests but provide me a level of subsistence. Oh the future I look forward to...

Personal Time

Perfunctory or brief posts may as much be evidence of time alloted as of focus or interest. One can only do with the time that one has.

Infatuation and Compromise

I see people engage in relationships around me all the time, but I have a deep sense that I'm incapable of them, and I say this not to incite or compel sympathy but to admit to myself and my viewing public, whoever that may be, that being uncompromising might mean being lonely.

I empathize profoundly with Benjamin here, who, time after time, found human and economic relationships troubling and hampering of his own work, compelled on, again and again to produce and to hold responsible the exploitative system of relations characteristic of capitalism.

Again, a post that is far too personal for any to view...