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"The gods foretold a dynamo was to be unleashed on this earth twenty and two years ago.  And so it was.  Go forth, young ward, and fulfill their prophesy!"


-Michael Love, wishing me happy birthday last month

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
until in our own despair, against our will,
comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

 heard tonight at an AA meeting:

"Honesty is saying I had sex with a goat.  Rigorous honesty is admitting I really fucking enjoyed that goat."

 from cousin erick, who quit his cushy architect job, sold his car and has just travelled across the country to experience the US before hopping onto a plane to god knows where.  his ex-girlfriend whom he grew up a block away from and dated for 10 years broke up with him a few months ago, spurring him to do his soul-searching:

"Congratulations on the 31-day sobriety! I don't really know what your motivation is for doing it, but nonetheless, it's definitely an accomplishment to be proud of! I respect and admire your determination to understand yourself outside the context of those poisons. I think it's tied to the whole single thing. In the same way that we should understand ourselves with and without the use of substances, we need to understand the hurricanes of relationships and the depths of solitude. As with most things in life, they require moderation. I think of life as a sentence scrawled onto a piece of paper. Every black line and curve is an adventure, a storm, an emotional breakdown. Then there are the blank spaces that envelop each black scratch. I think that's the trick, to learn how to inhabit the tornadoes as well as the complete stillnesses. We can experience epiphanies in both."

fortune cookie i crushed open today:

"Forget the doubts and fears that are creeping into your heart."