"Who can say / if your love grows / as your heart chose / only time / And who can say / where the road goes / where the day flows / only time.''

---Enya (I know, I know)

June 29, 2004
Feeling Particularly Pragmatic
time 3:34 pm feeling hello, see above! reading DaVinci Codemusic Imagine Ave Radio and other stuff ready for a cookie next keep building CH site...dude, how long can I make it last??


To love and to be loved . . . to hurt and to be hurt . . . to achieve great things and to recover from devastatingly deep disappointments . . . this is what you're lucky enough to experience as a human and as one living your experiences to the fullest (depending on which level of reality to which you are referring). Good and bad, mad and sad, all that junk. The deception of July's joyous approach means not that endless, depressing January won't exist; just that in due time, it all balances it out.

You can look at this hopelessly, heartily, haughtily, take your pick. You may have it all figured out; you may be a cynic. Or maybe you're just listening to some crazy iTunes radio station and it's messin' with your mind! Hahaha. I know, I'm crazy myself, I oughtn't call a radio station the same. But speaking of being human and what human beings are, that's a worry/wonder (call it whatever you want) that I've certainly brought on myself through Vonnegut, Orwell, and other doomsday creatives. So, I should deal. But don't you, too? Don't you ever see us, humans, as just dirty, selfish animals trying to believe in our importance through our supposedly higher level of conscience (and who's to say we have that, anyway; look towards certain national/world events as evidence per se)? Ugh. It disgusts me. It makes me feel like an ugly ant, but even worse because everyone else is, too (an ugly ant, that is, or THING, or whatever) . . . but they don't even realize it, and go on living their filthy, meaningless lives in stupidity.

WHOA-kay! Talk about your Daily Dose there! So, I'm really not that heartless, and hopeless, and haughty and naughty and ill. I just think about these things sometimes and I know why, it's all that 'literature' I subject myself too; the question is, how does it affect how I choose to live MY life?

Hah. You can tell we're getting a lot done here in the Tunnel today. Well, we (they) are, it's just that they seem to think I can't handle more work! Or maybe I am supposed to be rolling out different versions to show tomorrow. However, I am pretty damn pleased with my awesome site, so I really don't care if they choose it or not. I'll keep it regardless.

Um, yeah. In other, non-hating-on-humans news, it's almost my second favorite (tied) holiday: FOURTH OF JULY!!! And, the anticlimatic Mason Thing (no Drums, plenty of SO's. That's okay though. All Good Things Must Come To An End I suppose). I should stop typing, I know they wonder what I'm up to. Ciao, bella!