13 May 2011
Global Dumbing
In order to effectuate greater justice to the world we should militate against those who try to mitigate global warming through any means which will invariably harm an established ecosystem in favor of our race's own obstinate disposition. Human's are headstrong. That is a strength and also a weakness. Mother nature can't stop, won't stop. Bring the flood. Smite the fools, be they educated or not. This world needs people who care about the world, not people that care about the people. Imagine running headfirst into a brick wall, expecting to break through it. How about some adaptive reasoning? Let's fucking evolve.
28 February 2011
"The woman smiled with a royal calmness, her instincts of conquest, of ferocity, the entire heredity of the species, the will of seduction and ensnaring, the charm of the deceiver, the kindness which conceals a cruel purpose, all that appeared and disappeared alternately behind the laughing veil and melted into the poem of her smile . . . Good and evil, cruelty and compassion, graceful and cat-like, she laughed . . ." - A.Conti
31 December 2010
18 August 2010
Sewing Factory rm 409 / 106
roughly 1900 sq. ft. / $1417 per month
This place seems like it's nice but the block is actually kinda sketchy. The regulations on building inside the rooms seem to limit the possibilities, i.e. no building platforms or second-story spaces. Not a ton of room for the price. It could fit 3 but that's 475/mo. Out of my range. Poop.
Room 106 is 2200 sq.ft. for $1583/mo. Has three bedrooms built already. Large enough rooms to divide further between more people, and enough space to have another sleeping area outside of the portioned rooms. Nice windows and floors. Sorry I don't have pics but the guy showing me around must have been a robot and I had to move on quickly.
This place seems like it's nice but the block is actually kinda sketchy. The regulations on building inside the rooms seem to limit the possibilities, i.e. no building platforms or second-story spaces. Not a ton of room for the price. It could fit 3 but that's 475/mo. Out of my range. Poop.
Room 106 is 2200 sq.ft. for $1583/mo. Has three bedrooms built already. Large enough rooms to divide further between more people, and enough space to have another sleeping area outside of the portioned rooms. Nice windows and floors. Sorry I don't have pics but the guy showing me around must have been a robot and I had to move on quickly.
Milk Depot rm 206
2300sq. ft.
1800/mo asking price
Old dairy processing building with a lot of new steel work added for aesthetic
First room
Two-story unit
Second floor with separate entrance.
Here is a link to the drawing/plan for the room that shows how it sits in the building.
Okay so this is a huge room. You can see the first room which you enter is pretty big. Up the ladder (stairs will be built as well as railings) there is a second floor. Tons of space, could easily fit four people with enough room between them, though five might be pushing it. Temporary partitions can be built but nothing heavy-duty in terms of construction. There is a neat courtyard and roof access. A few artists and musicians live in other units but most of the building has not been finished. This particular space might not be ready until October but it depends how soon someone is willing to rent it out. The guy who owns the place even said he'd pay for materials and put in the labor if anything specific needs to be done to bring the place to our liking. It sounded like he didn't want to rent to a bunch of non-professional people but I think that was only because I sounded like I am trying to cram as many people into the space as possible in order to cut the cost p/p. I am ready for a place like this if I get enough good people on my team. At least it's a dream, whether I realize it next month or in a couple years. Let's hear what you think.
1800/mo asking price
Old dairy processing building with a lot of new steel work added for aesthetic
First room
Two-story unit
Second floor with separate entrance.
Here is a link to the drawing/plan for the room that shows how it sits in the building.
Okay so this is a huge room. You can see the first room which you enter is pretty big. Up the ladder (stairs will be built as well as railings) there is a second floor. Tons of space, could easily fit four people with enough room between them, though five might be pushing it. Temporary partitions can be built but nothing heavy-duty in terms of construction. There is a neat courtyard and roof access. A few artists and musicians live in other units but most of the building has not been finished. This particular space might not be ready until October but it depends how soon someone is willing to rent it out. The guy who owns the place even said he'd pay for materials and put in the labor if anything specific needs to be done to bring the place to our liking. It sounded like he didn't want to rent to a bunch of non-professional people but I think that was only because I sounded like I am trying to cram as many people into the space as possible in order to cut the cost p/p. I am ready for a place like this if I get enough good people on my team. At least it's a dream, whether I realize it next month or in a couple years. Let's hear what you think.
20 February 2010
Yoga, Good Eats, Not Enough Sleep
It's coming in real clear to me that change has got to come. I'm not waiting for it, but I have been for oh so long. I've known for years and still I denied it, and now it's no wonder that so much has troubled me along the way. I don't take care of myself anyway or anyhow, anytime, not then, not now. My brain does this thing where it's part of me. Get that! It's more than doing, it's being. "Me being who I am" is a concept that has existed mostly in my head and rarely extended its truest form to the world, let alone other people in my life. Yes, in my life or not in my life, I hardly act upon my intentions, my ideas, my insights into others or even myself, and they do not manifest. They infest my brain, rather, tormenting me and separating me from the things I wish to be closest to. I am a fool for thinking myself capable of understanding while going the whole time without focusing on myself. Perhaps I thought of myself in selfish ways, but never in a helpful light. Never in a way that I could interact with this world. Never first.
The requirements of life are so simple and easily tended to, and when you take care to satisfy them you are then able to manage more complicated requests and procedures, to further your life and the lives of others, to step beyond any limitations, and truly, simply, to just be fucking happy. It's not everlasting happiness that we need, since the ability to feel is itself enough. If we can't feel, then we can't feel happiness. If we can't feel, then we can't understand pain. We can't know how much we hurt others or how much we please them or how good it is until we just letttttt goooooooooo. Let life flow into you. BREATE IT IN. I fixate on things like I am a junkie and my mind rots whenever I am not escaping into pure animalistic bliss, because otherwise I let the simplest things become a burden. I have overcomplicated my nature, and in its fucked-up, sub-par, and malfunctioning state I tend to think I am something other than the very simple creature I am; in this something other with its hesitations and insecurities and QUESTIONS to things for which I know where lie the answers, the mind controls the body controls the mind. I want to reach out and kiss the face of every pretty girl I see, I want to swing from every street tree, and get to know every good man and woman on earth. I want to be at equals with the earth and all its power and glory, not in the eyes of mankind but of life itself, as a product of it, and to exude it. If our closest neighbor holds any sway over us, it is not the moon, not solely the great forces of higher beings, but of the greater nature of ourselves and our loved ones, the fellow in man and beast and rock and soil, all the elements in unity to promote wholesome oneness. What is there to feel apart from but the isolating feeling of separation from self? We can make only pretense in our lives when we deny ourselves and what we have, even if what we have is arrived at by pretense thusly. Such a simple mistake, to want to live and not to do it. To want to inspire and only ruin. To want to exalt and only demean. To want to create and not be overtaken by creation. To want. To want. to want. Intentions are dimensions of dementia that lend to you a tension of declension.
The requirements of life are so simple and easily tended to, and when you take care to satisfy them you are then able to manage more complicated requests and procedures, to further your life and the lives of others, to step beyond any limitations, and truly, simply, to just be fucking happy. It's not everlasting happiness that we need, since the ability to feel is itself enough. If we can't feel, then we can't feel happiness. If we can't feel, then we can't understand pain. We can't know how much we hurt others or how much we please them or how good it is until we just letttttt goooooooooo. Let life flow into you. BREATE IT IN. I fixate on things like I am a junkie and my mind rots whenever I am not escaping into pure animalistic bliss, because otherwise I let the simplest things become a burden. I have overcomplicated my nature, and in its fucked-up, sub-par, and malfunctioning state I tend to think I am something other than the very simple creature I am; in this something other with its hesitations and insecurities and QUESTIONS to things for which I know where lie the answers, the mind controls the body controls the mind. I want to reach out and kiss the face of every pretty girl I see, I want to swing from every street tree, and get to know every good man and woman on earth. I want to be at equals with the earth and all its power and glory, not in the eyes of mankind but of life itself, as a product of it, and to exude it. If our closest neighbor holds any sway over us, it is not the moon, not solely the great forces of higher beings, but of the greater nature of ourselves and our loved ones, the fellow in man and beast and rock and soil, all the elements in unity to promote wholesome oneness. What is there to feel apart from but the isolating feeling of separation from self? We can make only pretense in our lives when we deny ourselves and what we have, even if what we have is arrived at by pretense thusly. Such a simple mistake, to want to live and not to do it. To want to inspire and only ruin. To want to exalt and only demean. To want to create and not be overtaken by creation. To want. To want. to want. Intentions are dimensions of dementia that lend to you a tension of declension.
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