December 13, 2012
Hey guys…

Hey guys…

So, I’ve probably written some form of this post a good ten times in the past year, always to be deleted hitherto…but I think it’s time.

It’s likely* that I won’t be posting anymore…

I started this tumblr after my junior year of college. I had been through a lot up until then. I went through times that brought me to dangerous places inside of my mind, and even outside of it. I had thought that by the end of my junior year I would see some resolution in my life, some relief, but a change never came, nor was I able to make one. I only managed to ruin time in my life that was supposed to be full of, well, life. So with my senior year approaching, and with so much of my college life - a time I had so many hopes and dreams for and about - extinguished in such a terrible way, it seemed to me that the best thing I could do was fortify myself in any way I could manage. The best thing I could do was to make sure I kept clear for myself who I was, keep clear the things I had worked so hard to sort out in my mind. And keeping things clear in that way took many forms, one of which - though it might seem silly - was this tumblr. It wasn’t meant to be anything but a simple virtual scrapbook, a visual bookmarks folder to pour into during idle internet time, when I had no energy to scribble words in my notebooks or type away into one of some thousand word documents…it was to be a collection of things that resonated with me in some way, triggers that helped me stay focused on emotions and ideas and associations important to me, things that amidst the chaos in my head could help me stay locked on who I was, who I am.

But here I am, over two years later… I’ve met some great people through tumblr, enjoyed the bit of community to be found in it, and for a time the hodgepodge I posted served it’s purpose…but I’m still not okay. My life isn’t okay. I’m not exactly healthy, and my life isn’t healthy, at least by my own standards. Especially for the sake of the people in my life, I have to try to change things. Doing so is going to take a lot of focus, and I’ve used tumblr for all I could want to at this point, so for the time being, I’m out. 

*There’s a chance that in not so long I might revamp my tiny corner of the internet and post original writing and original music exclusively. So, unfollow if you don’t want to tow dead weight, but stick around and keep an eye out for a bit if you’d like to.

And, please, please, please - if any of you want to keep in touch, even if it’s the case that you’ve never talked to me and want to, let me know. I’ll check in here from time to time and take a look at my inbox. I can’t make any promises of epic pen-pal correspondence or otherwise…I’m not the best friend to anyone at this time in my life, and not the most available, but I’m someone who could use good people in my life, to any degree. So, again, if you’d ever like to chat, or say hello, or keep in touch, just tell me. As for those of you who I’ve talked to on here, you probably have some other way of getting in touch with me. That, or I’ll make sure we’re in touch.

All the best, and every happiness.

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December 3, 2012

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December 2, 2012
Getting my life back

November 21, 2012

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November 18, 2012

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November 18, 2012

Birdy Nam Nam

November 18, 2012

All I know is that my ears are still ringing…

November 15, 2012
"

Whatever new extremities of discovery or understanding we reach, we
always seem to find the footsteps of Bach there already…

Some people say that the mathematical complexity of Bach renders it unemotional. I think the opposite is true. As I listen to the interplay of parts in a piece of Bach polyphony, each individual strand of music gathers hold of a different feeling in my mind, and takes them on simultaneous interweaving rollercoasters of emotion. One part may be quietly singing to itself, another on an exhilarating rampage, another is sobbing in the corner, another dancing. Arguments break out, laughter, rage. Peace is restored. The parts can be utterly different, yet all belong indivisibly together. It is as emotionally complex as a family. And now, as we discover that each individual mind is a family of different parts, all working separately but together to create the fleeting shimmers we
call consciousness, it seems that once again, Bach was there before us.

"

Douglas Adams
from The Salmon of Doubt

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November 14, 2012

lovemefornothing asked: Tag. You're it. The rules are to state 5 random facts about yourself. Then, go to ten favorite blogs and tell them they are it. :)

Hmm. I haven’t been on tumblr much lately, but I’m here now and I’ll answer this.

1. I tie my shoes using the “Bunny Ears” method. When I was however old, a neighbor taught me how to tie my shoes this way. I can tie my shoes the way everyone else does, but I’m just fond of the way I do it.

2. My name means “protector of man”

3. My favorite food is an everything bagel with cream cheese. I’d give up all other food in a heartbeat if the fate of my dear bagel and cream cheese were hanging in the balance.

4. My favorite animal is the elephant.

5. I once climbed a waterfall in Jamaica

November 13, 2012
"Most people are more comfortable with old problems than with new solutions."

— Unknown (via theubiquitoussynergy)

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November 13, 2012
"Van Gogh writing his brother for paints, Hemingway testing his shotgun, Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine, the impossibility of being human, Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief, Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town, the impossibility of being human, Burroughs killing his wife with a gun, Mailer stabbing his, the impossibility of being human, Maupassant going mad in a rowboat, Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot, Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller, the impossibility, Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato, Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun, Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops, the impossibility, Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench, Chatterton drinking rat poison, Shakespeare a plagiarist, Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness, the impossibility the impossibility, Nietzsche gone totally mad, the impossibility of being human. All too human, this breathing in and out, out and in. These punks, these cowards, these champions, these mad dogs of glory, moving this little bit of light toward us, impossibly."

— Charles Bukowski (Beasts Bounding Through Time)

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November 8, 2012

A tornado flew around my room before you came, excuse the mess it made

November 6, 2012

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November 6, 2012
Let’s get to work.

Let’s get to work.

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October 31, 2012
"How much I missed, simply because I was afraid of missing it."

— Paulo Coelho, Brida (via 13neighbors)

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