Sunday, January 14, 2007

kurt vonnegut wisdom

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been probed by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you can imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind side you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't know.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And then you do you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look like 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.

Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more that it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Friday, January 12, 2007

perception

homework

::laugh so hard your stomach hurts::

::your eyes look like crap::

and you don't even know why
you started
in the

first place...

space mountian

sitting in a big bean bag chair isn't so bad, comfy even...
when i was a kid..maybe 11 at most...my grandparents took me from California to Florida.
As a kid, it really wasn't a big-thing to be in Florida for the summer.
It was hot.
It was far away from home.
It was something different.
It was just another place...
It was a summer with my grandparents at his sister's house. It turned out to be so much more than anything I'd yet to experience.
--sure, there was the swimming pool....
The 40minute "after you eat rule" was the only thing that kept me from swimming, diving, and learining the fine art of jumping onto a raft from the side of the pool!
.....and there were these cusin's that fell all over me --combing my hair--putting make up one me--teaching me to cannon-ball-- They were the best childhood friends I was hoping to have. The siblings I'd never experienced. After only a week, I cried leavingHelana and Rachel...
over the years, mimi tells me what is going on. rachel had a kid, helana got married, cusin-jenninfer has a new job. she shows me the pictures everytime i go for the holidays. And, everytime i look at them: i recognize who they are....
i don't know them.
i recognize them....

--
WhoA! WAY off topic! ----

So, we were in Floria.
I was 11.
It was me and my grandparents.
-mimi and poppy
-
We stayed with Poppy's sister Gloria and her husband Ernie.
They owned a resturant and we went there allot.
The had the 1st indoor pool I'd ever seen....
and i had quite a time understanding why you would keep a pool inside and cooled most of the year...
The BIG kid day out was DisneyWorld.
I don't honestly remember much of it.....
it was during the time I first started getting migrane headaches.....
I got one just before we got onto Space Mountian.
I started feeling cranky and my head thumping, but refused to sit out on a ride. The coaser was the bumpiest, darkest I'd ever been on.....I LOVED it!
Shortly after debarking the cruiser on the Mountain, I stuck my migrane-head into a trash can and puked my guts up. This was the first of many migrane-puke incedences, but it
(the migrane or the puke)
is not the focus of the story.....
again, I get side-tracked...
What really amazed and has stayed with me all these years is not the f ride or the new city, family, or anything else.
What it was was the exhibit after the Space Mountian ride.
Most of the scenes were very 'futuristic'.
Entertaining enough to glance at as you walk by kind of allure....
But.
Then.
I saw the thing that I will NEVER forget.

The scene was set in a teenage girls bedroom.
She had a big bed and she was propt up with a small device that she was playing with in some fashion. Above her was a slanted roof that projected the television.....
AND her friend's phone calls!
It was that small device I've always seen in my memory........
For ages, I dreamed of it.
The 'futuristic' became a bit of a fantasy.

and now...

Living the fantasy.....

writing the story of this while
laying in bed at my house with a slanted roof
using my iBook.....

This is one of those moments.
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irr.rie.place.a.blle


those random moments:

ir.rie.place.a.blle
(n) :: a moment.a person.a flavor...memory...experience..
(v) :: unable to duplicate...
(adj ) :: who you couldn't be with out "it"
i.e no matter what
when (?)
why ((??))
because it never existed before that moment
and it will never repeat itself

it's those moments, the getting to it, it's the looking back on them as they happened, it's ....
well, it's:
ir.rie.place.a.blle