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gandhi on my mind [23 Feb 2002|01:51am]
[ mood | at peace ]

i'm feeling much better ... dare i even say inspired.

this evening i attended a lecture on gandhi and his challenges to modernity, ate dinner with lolo and maggie, and then watched "Gandhi" the movie. tomorrow i'll probably be reading his autobiography. and every moment i am reminded of his ideas.

one thing i had almost forgotten is the preciousness of individuality. it's one thing to be an individual when you disagree politically with your community (for instance for a real liberal kid coming from a small, conservative town.) but once that kid finds a community, it can be more difficult to still feel comfortable challenging cultural norms ... even if they are counter-cultural norms. but i don't want anyone's norms except my own. i don't fit into conservative, mainstream culture. but i'm not going to conform to what it means (culturally) to be an activist, a hippie, and indie rocker, anything. and all i needed to be reminded of is that's ok. and yes, that answer came from within me. it was in response to outside observations, but it is my own answer.

and i'm glad my head is focused so clearly on why i am here. sometimes i am lonely or confused, and i am always evaluating myself. but there is never any illusion that if i find the right boy (who i am not looking for) i would be willing to change my path. or some successful job. or even some artsy existence. i'm not here for those reasons, and i don't daydream about them. i'm here for others, out of incredible love for all of us. it's not like i'm denying myself for the service of others ... i'm happiest when other people are happy too. love, a meaningful job, art, music, books, poetry - all of these can be a part of my life. i will only truly be able to appreciate them, however, if i am contributing to the big picture.

i don't mean to simply be repeating trite statements such as "i am here for others." but i did need to reaffirm, if only for myself, my reason for being here. and this process alone has already given me such peace of mind. the problems of the past week or two have stemmed from worrying about myself and not other people. in doing so, i did myself a great misservice. no one can live alone, no one can provide one's own care ... we all depend on others. it is only through helping others that i help myself.

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yang to that yin [22 Feb 2002|03:17pm]
there's a balance, however, to the below entry.

for some reason i felt the need to separate the worries and anxieties of that entry from all the terribly wonderful things that continue to happen every second.

for one thing i'm still breathing. yoga on wednesday made me a little more conscious of that process. i want to do yoga this weekend ... i think i'm going to try and remember the poses. i would do yoga for hours just for the chance to do corpse pose at the end. this won't make sense to people who haven't done yoga (and even among those who have it is no doubt different for everyone) but there is just something so special and exhilirating about those last few minutes of lying on one's back, after an hour of stretching and movements, and the way the mind just floats above the body.

enough time and distance have passed that i now appreciate my family and friends from back home as much as they deserve. adam is coming to spend the day in DC tomorrow, and i am so excited. even though adam and i don't get to see each other and talk as often as i'd like, i've always felt such a connection to him. karen sent me a great postcard ... she might be coming to visit soon! james (who now has a livejournal - ktrout17) has really made my day at least a few times this past week with his kind words, and i'm hoping we'll get to talk on the telephone sometime soon to discuss all sorts of things about this crazy world. i sent drew valentine's chocolates ... over the years i have grown to appreciate him so much. marie's in mexico right now and i am so happy for her. also, lily, stevie, kristin, adam vanosdol ... i don't mean to be listing names here, and i know this isn't everyone, but i really do think i have some wonderful friends. we don't talk on the phone every week or even instant messenger, but there's a deep connection and in some ways i feel like myself around them in ways i can't with other people. as alisha was saying (and i had a very nice visit with alisha yesterday ... she is also a person i really appreciate) low-maintenance but deep friendships are the best.

and despite the feeling that i am not doing enough, i really am happy with some of the ways i have been spending my time ... tutoring, preparing for chiapas, reading, reading, reading.

and i'm so happy to be reading about chiapas in particular ... i'm beginning to understand just how significant it is, beginning to appreciate it like andrew does. perhaps one day i can begin to reach his level of knowledge and understanding about it.

speaking of chiapas .... we're leaving two weeks from yesterday. that blows my mind. and, the more i prepare for the trip, the more i realize how similar it will be to my y-press trips ... the best experiences of my life. i feel so fortunate.

i feel so fortunate about everything. even when i am the most stressed and unhappy, it is only because i realize how lucky i am and unhappy with how i squander my resources and opportunities. always, always, the underlying thoughts in my head - my "raison d'etre" - relate back to what i can contribute to humanity and the earth. it may not seem like that from the way i dress, what my profile says, what i put in my away messages, what kind of music i listen to, even all of the books on my shelf. and my actions are still trying to fall in line with my principles. but the underlying causes of everything are the questions of why am i here and what am i doing. and the answers should be continually reevaluated, but the essence of it all is this: i am here for others, i am here for the service of others, i am here to make a positive difference. and although i don't always know the best way to do so, it is my job to find out.
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there was a time you let me know what's real and going on below [22 Feb 2002|02:38pm]
[ mood | i was worried, now i'm just slightly uneasy ]
[ music | Jeff Buckley - Grace ]

i've been making private entries because i just can't justify sharing some of the ridiculous ramblings with the people who read this journal ... it's wholly unnecessary.

this journal becomes self-centered and petty because of the clouds i am surrounded by. i can't shake this feeling that i am missing some key element of the big picture. like i'm in a theatre watching the movie from the other side of the screen. or i'm in plato's damn allegorical cave. and there are some very important things i am thinking and want to write about. but i am not in a position to be making judgments right now ... i just know i must be missing something ... many things ... because it seems like everyone is living in such different worlds of existence. and i don't yet know enough to reconcile those worlds. the only thing i feel qualified to judge is myself and my own actions. so, because of a few things i am very upset with myself about, i have begun to shut down.

i'm not sure that was very clear ... let me try to clarify: i don't want to focus on myself or write about myself ... in fact this is probably a large part of any current unhappiness - i find my meaning in reaching out and connecting with others. however lately i have felt disconnected. i am also constantly thinking about (what is the word? not politics, action, service, meaning - whatever the combination of those is ... what good i can do for others, the reason i am here) what i am doing for others and if it is enough. but, even within a relatively small and homogenous community such as american, i feel like there are so many different worlds of opinion and reality. and i feel confused about some things now, occasionally even questioning "everything" i thought i knew to be true. and i do have some important observations and criticisms of certain things. but there are two things holding me back from sharing them:
1) cowardice. i am not confrontational, and i don't want to hurt anyone, especially people i care about.
2) the knowledge that my opinions are probably wrong ... my inability to see the big picture right now is sure to skew my analysis, and i don't want to hurt people when i am probably wrong anyway.

because of this, the only thing i feel qualified to write about and critique is myself, so that's what i do ... this depressive, wallowing self-analysis. and all of these negative things feed off of each other, because part of the reason i am unhappy with myself is the #1 reason i am writing about myself - i am very upset about my cowardice in sharing how i really feel.

i know that this, too, shall pass. this weekend i hope to write some REAL things. because finding the truth is more important sparing feelings for a day or two. and even though i am still ignorant in so many things, sharing my tentative reactions will hopefully lead to a greater understanding. i have so much to learn from everyone around me, and they can learn from me too, if only through helping me realize what i don't understand.

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oh this is funny [19 Feb 2002|10:20pm]
my old roommate tracy is a nutcase. back when we lived in a triple, our computers were about two feet from each other, tops. despite the utter innecessity of it, she would IM me from time to time. usually porn. sometimes i'd indulge her. sometimes i would just give her a dirty look. that's beside the point, though. tonight i was pleased to learn that, even though we now live in different buildings entirely, she still keeps me in mind:

Angelsnap131: check this shit out http://www.portfolio.iu.edu/jbrams/pianostripper5.mpg
Emilopsy: um, i have to admit - that was pretty damn funny
Angelsnap131: heheh send it to EVERYONE you know
Angelsnap131: MRN!!!!!!!!
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perfecto [19 Feb 2002|01:03am]
[ music | julia - john lennon ]

tonight i had dinner with the lovely julia and the always funny florida adam. because i have many friends named adam, here's an amelie style explanation of this one:

adam likes my free tibet flag because "this is a cause conservatives can really go for, because nobody likes the chinese." adam does not like our gw bush shrine because he actually likes bush. adam and i bought sleds and took 20-some people sledding and snowball fighting on the national mall back in january. adam does not fight fairly when it comes to snowball fights. adam has an ibook as well, and if you have microsoft office for macs, he would be really appreciative if he could borrow it. adam likes tv because he has a short attention span. adam gets bored by movies.

anyway, adam is actually a really great guy, and if you knew him you'd laugh too. and i'm hoping he doesn't mind me writing about him here. i present this background, however, because he asked about my LJ today and i gave him the link. and his feedback was so funny i just had to share it:

Adam0089: Your lonely
What about a perfect storm?
What's Nutella
Your writing is sleep-induced insanity
You'd be a great Christian, but any faith would be happy to have you. God IS happy to have you.
Crying is overrated, don't be a seel-out
Adam0089: Goodnight.

hahaha. i laughed for a while. so, here goes, a response:

umm, loneliness. that's interesting. i guess i am lonely in some ways. i think these are self-induced. i also think that any loneliness i might feel is expressed here. so it seems more heightened than it really is. and it's hard not to feel lonely when you are constantly surrounded by people, such as on a university campus. which is why going away for the weekend was such a positive experience for me. sometimes all i need is a bit of solitude to feel whole again. it's important to be reminded that no one but me is responsible for my own happiness.

perfect storm wha???

nutella (allez les bleus!) is delicious hazlenut spread! what the europeans eat instead of peanut butter.

yeah, insanity is relative. but, you're right, i probably need more sleep.

we had a really great conversation about religion the other day, didn't we? it was interesting to hear your perspective ... as i said, religion is a very personal thing, and i think we all have slightly differing spiritual paths to follow. but, from you that was a really wonderful compliment and i appreciate it. if your god exists (as i'm sure some sort of absolute good, universal soul, etc. does) then i think he'd be happy to have all of us.

haha, i don't think crying is overrated (sure, some people do too much, but others not enough) although i don't want to get into some emo debate about dashboard confessional. i think crying is very good and healthy in at least small doses. but, adam, i guess you don't have to worry about me "selling out" because i'm not crying.

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"empty your heart, not your head" [18 Feb 2002|03:33am]
in addition to numerous other things, gandhi wrote an average of 500 words a day during his adult life. thank goodness, for those of us who have the opportunity to read some of them.

i find writing so important. it's a matter of priorities and opportunity costs, however. and i make mistakes in time management constantly. but i'm drawn to writing these entries, writing as though this is all there is left - my mind, and the emptying of it. my thoughts are hungry to be transcribed and sent to a vague audience, just as my mind is hungry for the same from those who are close to me ... i want to read the ideas of others, how you are doing, what you are contemplating, where you are going.

funny, i used the words thoughts, ideas and mind ... andrew had told me to empty my heart, not my head. well the empathy entries ... those were my heart.

tonight when we were watching "a place called chiapas" which was such an interesting documentary (and, from a visual and editing standpoint really set the standard for our documentary, i think) at points i could almost physically feel the pain in my chest. to be, if only in sight and sound, so close to the suffering of the chiapanecos - i felt very moved and affected.

"so i stood at the station, a plan and a pocket of poems"

turns out i really needed to get away for the weekend. distance ... how necessary it can be. seeing family was really, really nice. and an almost three hour train ride ... this, i am convinced, is the way to get work done. unlike cars, reading in the train doesn't give me a headache. there is nothing to worry about - no need to navigate, feel pressure to drive faster, or make idle conversation (not that this is always a bad thing). i was simply able to read and focus.

i'm fascinated by maps and places. i think a lot of the items listed as my interests are places. part of it's the traveler in me. perhaps part of it is an obsession with location. there's an interesting note, however. i have always felt home in many places, sometimes surprisingly so ... i certainly never expected to feel so at home in moscow. but there is one (and, only one, i think) place i have never felt at home in, and that is the south. some of my friends have gone to school there, and i am happy they enjoy it so much ... but the thought of it scares me. and my aunt and uncle love petersburg ... but i just don't think i could live there. on saturday we were walking around a part of richmond called the bottoms. and some of you reading this may have even been there and enjoy it. but it felt surreal to me, like i was in a poe novel or that restaurant in the beginning of the muppet movie.

it's not the poverty or even blatant segregation and racism (although it is much more pronounced in the south than it is in indiana, where people pretend it doesn't exist.) to be honest, i don't know what it is, besides stereotypes and negative preconceived notions. but i can feel at home in the indiana woodlands, mid-size cities like indy, suburbia (sorry, i can't deny that, although i will say my wooded neighborhood feels a lot more comfortable than geist, which scares me at times), the shores of the great lakes, anywhere near the ocean, the mountains, the streets of new york, french villages, the streets of moscow both where tourists walk and where homeless children sleep, the favelas in brazil, the neighborhoods of both northwest and southeast DC. (and damn! just writing those out i am remind how incredibly lucky i am.) but for some reason, the south has always felt different for me.

in other news, my crazy, psychic mother decided we should go see a movie. good enough idea. except she decided, for some reason, that she, her sister and brother-in-law, her 80-year-old mom and her 19-year-old daughter should see Monster's Ball (i'm linking to a review so you can have some idea of just what a ridiculous idea that was.) i'm glad i saw the film, although i wish i hadn't seen it with my mom and grandma .... it was worse than seeing magnolia with my mom.
i feel drained and it is late, even though i have not poured my heart out. but maybe i have, because i'm feeling better ... i find it fascinating how the act of writing can change one's mood.

et alors - bonne nuit, tout le monde.
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in which she writes and rambles, understanding less at the end than when she began [18 Feb 2002|12:05am]
what i was never good at was writing as much in reality as i did in my head and thoughts.

what i think i need is a pad of paper that i will just scribble this that and the other thing onto.

i'll probably lose it.

the issue of a public is an interesting one. most people who write intend an audience of some sort ... even when they are only writing for themselves. but with the internet there is no buffer zone of time or distance. it is all immediate, accesible. and perhaps this silences some thoughts, clouds others, and just generally filters the truth a little more.

when i filter i do so realizing that this may be because the truth of a moment is different from the truth of a lifetime. daily frustrations are small pieces of the big picture. yet being more honest about moods of the moment can perhaps lead to a clearer big picture. and this is, after all, my journal. and i'm writing it for me. and i'm sharing it because i like reading other people's thoughts ... not in a voyeuristic sense (although perhaps that is part of it) but because it helps me understand them, society, the world, the human condition, or anything else. and you never know what thoughts, ideas or even actions the written word can inspire, so i share in hopes that my pathetic words can do something for others, even if it is only inspiration of the smallest sort.

and i'm having trouble writing in the mrn! livejournal not because i do not think about it enough, but because i think about it too much. there is little to no separation for me between my daily thoughts and mrn!, because my abstract subjective view of it is constantly on my mind. no, i should amend that statement. it's not just mrn!, that is simply one of the labels. positive force. humanic love. satyagraha, ahimsa, social justice, that which one's conscience requires ... how to play my part in making the world a better place. that is what is on my mind. constantly. happy or sad, distracted or focused, no matter what i am doing this is in the back of my head. making the world a better place? isn't that what's one everyone's mind? everybody wants to change the world ... everyone thinks that's why they are here. but neither the ends nor the means are agreed upon. and not everyone wants to make the world better for all people. and most have different responses to how to actualize their dreams. i don't know where i'm going with this thought - probably nowhere. i simply mean to remind myself that constant thought about changing the world means and does nothing, and doesn't make me special in the least.
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let's try this again, because words get in the way: [17 Feb 2002|11:23pm]
empathy


that's all there is to say
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[17 Feb 2002|10:57pm]
empathy

i think empathy will kill me if i let it

it's physical, emotional, complete and total

but i still don't feel enough

and i still don't know how to cry ... i don't ever cry. an image of me, curling up in fetal position, and simply bawling until there is nothing left, is a recurring thought. but it doesn't happen. and i go about the day to day and pretend to make a difference, filled with empathy but am i really? is it hollow posturing? can anyone ever really comprehend the pain of the world, much less internalize it?

i want to feel more empathy. my thoughts and actions only hint at true compassion. but sometimes it breaks me up inside. and i need more hugs.
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would that i get me some of your yum yum delirium [16 Feb 2002|02:01am]
[ mood | tired and content ]

yeah deepa and jules ... i had the best time tonight with two of my favorite people. after a lazy, wasted day, we headed out from the tenleytown stop to the corner of conneticut and nebraska, to look for chiapas books at politics and prose. no luck on the john ross book or "first world - ha ha ha" but i did get some nice, and cheap, poetry books. i also splurged on a new magazine called "Found" that is basically an awesome collection of micellaneaous items people have found. i was pretty impressed by it.

so, after the politics and prose excursion, we walked some more to the van ness metro stop. fun fun. we took it all the way to dupont. after finding out there was no midnight showing of happenstance, we went for yummy sandwiches and the 9:30 show. it was very good. to be described later.

i'm exhausted. i still have to pack, prepare a weekend of homework, email the questions to jovena, and catch the 8:45 am shuttle in order to get to union station in time. but it will all be worth it to get to see mom, granny, and aunt z and uncle gordon tomorrow.

goodnight moon.

oh yeah - bonus: julia and emily's unattainable wishes of the day (or current obsession if you're julia):
julia - rufus wainwright
emily - the algerian boy

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somewhere in between infra-red and ultra-violet [15 Feb 2002|10:56am]
[ mood | in and out of tune ]
[ music | hallelujah (again) ]

it's a typical problem ...

i was never a mathematician, though for many years i kept up. i was never an efficient person. maybe that's why i fell asleep in econ. from the five year old who contemplated the shape and existence of the universe to today, to some extent i've always been fascinated by science and math - spatial things like geometry and the shape of the universe and quantum physics. and metaphysics. and does time exist? and what are the dimensions of things? i think this is partly why i so enjoyed the yogi and the comissar ... what fun with scientific vocab. granted, i probably didn't understand it all. but pretending shouldn't be underrated. so it was that, from logic problems to astronomy, part of me has always been secretly interested in that other side of the brain.

but even so, those aspects of science and math emphasize the abstract, not concrete -sequential. and just as i fail miserably trying to solve two or three variable equations (what's the point? x y and z don't want us to know what they are) i am failing miserably at the five/ten (fifteen?) variable equations that represent the various things i need to get done each and every day just to stay even with my high expectations of what one individual (namely me) should be capable of at the lowest level of activity. clearly this indicates a problem of expectations, but there's also a real and undeniable problem with time management, procrastination, organization and priorities.

i went to see the vagina monologues last night ... maggie was really wonderful. of course, there's no denying i'm biased in her favor, but she really captivated the audience and made her person's story come alive. the rest of the production was very good ... an intense show. it also reminded me of how much i miss lily ... i know she's stage directing (or something like that) it at millikin (?) this weekend.

so valentine's day was fine.

but here's the thing. i've been dreaming a lot (apparently i have been sleeping. usually when i'm supposed to be writing an essay. but, eh, what are you gonna do.) not huge, major dreams, but ... as i was telling maggie last night, what i prefer about film over theater is the underacting ... all nuances and suggestions. (or at least the kind of film i prefer.) and in my dreams even the slightest gestures and smallest nuances can keep me awake and thinking till the morning. dreams aren't prophecies; i don't even think they are always expressions of one's hidden desires. yet once something's said or done in a dream, it can't help but have some influence over waking life. and i've been having dreams that hint at things that cannot happen, relationships that won't occur (nor would i probably want them to), actions that cannot take place. and so it's unsettling to wake up and reflect upon the person i could be in the dreams but cannot be in real life. if that appears terribly sad and depressive, it's not. it's just another nuance to affect my wavelengths.

in the essay i linked to earlier, koestler talks about a synthesis. that's a new favorite word of mine. i don't know whether it exists, however, in the case of the yogi and the commissar. often, i am not even able to synthesize: the contemplative dreamer who meditates on the nature of the universe and reads poetry and kahlil gibran with the pragmatic and down to earth idealist who is well aware that if anything at all is going to change for the better we all have our work cut out for us, and cannot afford to do anything but completely dedicate ourselves to the cause. sometimes it seems that the only result of trying to join the two is run-on, cryptic sentences that make perfect sense to me alone. yet i cannot help but think my best moments are when the two are synthesized, and my worst when they are the most dichotomous.

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reflections of a communication junkie [13 Feb 2002|11:41pm]
temporarily boycotting instant messenger has done wonders for my creative procrastination skills. case in point - i just ate a banana with nutella. mmm, yum. ok, so nutella is not vegan ... but that's ok. we can pretend it was soy skim milk. so, here is my advice for the evening: go get some nutella (yes! blatent advertising!) and if you're not in france, and thus unable to obtain a true baguette, go for a banana ... trust me, your mouth with thank me.

i have been receiving many wonderful things in the mail recently, including:
- a note and a donation to the chiapas fund from adam (how i love and miss that boy)
- a letter all the way from the ukraine, from irina
- a letter from my french sister gaelle who is currently teaching french in wales
- a card and pictures from marie!
- a card and article about the SOA protests from my dear friend lily's mom
- a wonderful letter and book from lily's pastors (who belong to church of the brethern ... one of the historic peace churches) and with whom i shared a most lovely dinner, along with the wonderful emerson women back at the beginning of january

i think i'm going to go to bed now. maybe i'll get up really early and attempt some of my piles.
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dumb academy awards [12 Feb 2002|11:14am]
ok, lord of the rings was a good movie, but best picture quality? i don't think so.

amelie was, without a doubt, among the best five movies of the year (ok, i say best picture, but there's certainly room for other opinions). that it wasn't nominated for best picture is ridiculous. foreign films can and have been nominated for best picture before. and as amelie had the potential to win best picture (come on, just try and tell me it wasn't better than moulin rouge or lord of the rings, and potentially the other movies i have yet to see, and it didn't contain the historical innacuracies that a beautiful mind did) it could have left room for the best foreign film award to highlight something that americans aren't already in love with.

anyway, not that i really care too much about the awards, besides the family nostalgia for it. but these nominations are a shame.
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hold me closer than that [12 Feb 2002|04:38am]
[ music | low - closer ]

around this time of year *februaryfourteenth* i usually write a depressing email or two and basically increase the sarcasm and cynicism of everyday comments. this can be fun. but it's really not productive. in fact, i've decided it's wholly unnecessary. tonight was paul, greg and jeff's radio show, and it was nice to hear the anti-valentine sentiment and music. but that was enough, and i don't need to dwell on it.

last night after the chiapas potluck i met duncan, evan and elizabeth at visions (a hip, almost too cool cinema in dupont) to see "Trembling Before G-d," a very well-done documentary about homosexual orthodox and hassidic jews. a few observations:

1) being in a theater reminds me of just how much i love films. i don't tell enough people about what an awesome filmmaker and film studies teacher my mom is, or the academy awards/how they got the emmy, etc. and i don't see enough movies. but while i'll never even be able to compare to my friends here who really, REALLY know music inside and out, i do know a lot about film and have attained a certain level of appreciation. and basically what it boils down to is that i want to see more good movies ... especially documentaries. and this excitement obviously has a lot to do with our documentary.

2) the film itself was very interesting, as was the subject matter. and even though the film's subject may seem somewhat specific, the experience of the homosexuals from orthodox and hassidic families actually relates to so many other issues. it made me think about families, otherness, cultural norms, acceptance, the difference of perspectives, and how change begins.

3) obviously it dealt with sex, but one of the things that struck me the most was the incredible warmth and depth of some of the relationships between some of the people interviewed for the film. one lesbian couple has coped with so much, especially along the lines of non-acceptance in their community, yet in spite or perhaps thanks to this, they have created lives for themselves that celebrate each other, their love, their religion, life in general, and so on in the most beautiful of ways.

in part because of the movie, i have been thinking about sex and romance a lot. this is mainly because i've been around some people who think about it a lot and talk about it rather often as well. and this has reminded me of how much less i concentrate on it in comparison. as i said at the beginning of this entry, i really have moved beyond silly feelings of bitterness and loneliness about some hallmark holiday. so many of my friends either are or have been in such damaging relationships ... the lesbian couple should have seemed normal to me, in how healthy their relationship was. but unfortunately we live in a land of broken families and dysfunctional relationships, where abnormal is the norm. and being single is perfectly fine ... a bad relationship is terrible. also, being around duncan and elizabeth, and seeing the movie last night, has only left me with a profound sense of joy for them, and i am full enough with happiness for them that there's no room for depression that i, too, can't have someone.

as far as having someone goes, whenever i complain please ignore it, because i really don't have many complaints. i know i have a soulmate, even if i never see him again (which is quite possible. it's a big world). i don't mind that i'm not the kind of girl for a fling or even a date, because i wasn't cut out for that anyway. thanksgiving hurt a little, but i learned from it. drew and i have talked many times before about the societal constructs of love ... and these are things i don't really need to deal with. if things were meant to happen for me, they will. and if they never do, so what? if being single the rest of my life were the worst thing to happen to me ... well, that's not so bad. i still have love in many ways.

oh yes, so final observation on this subject. this may seem really bizarre, but when i was watching the movie, i came to the conclusion that i am happy i am not gay for this reason: because of my personality and commitment to certain things, it is very possible that i will be celibate (or at least i think it is interesting from a buddhist or gandhian approach). and i am very willing to suffer and take others' suffering upon myself (not saying i'm a saint, far from it, just that i attempt to take suffering). and although i will fight so hard for the rights of others, i think i can say that if i were gay, i wouldn't fight so hard for my own rights ... just like some orthodox rabbis expect homosexual jews to do, i might very well live a life of celibacy and service to others rather than fight for my own rights. and i think that would be terrible. i don't mean to say that if i were gay i would agree that all gays should silently suffer and repress themselves, only that that's probably what i would do. i don't know if this makes sense either, or whether anyone wants to read it. but i find it a very interesting observation about myself. and i didn't figure it was necessary to make the entry private.

oh yeah, and in case this makes me seem really spartan or anything, let me just add that sometimes all i want is someone to hold. and i read a lot of poetry. all i'm saying is that it's not the end of the world.

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[11 Feb 2002|02:49pm]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Cat Stevens ]

I mentioned Megan's great entry, but I forgot to mention the incredible things happening on the Mental Revolution Now! community webpage. Andrew's description of our workshop is very detailed, and Jessica's entry is great.

I know I've been meaning to write there for a long time ... I think about mrn! constantly, and, one hopes, my actions correlate to my principles. It's always the same issue with me and writing, however. And I currently have many interesting ideas I want to share ... but, as my favorite capitalist in anarchist clothing would say, it's all about opportunity costs. Because I really shouldn't be able to justify writing here when I have an important paper for Wednesday I need to be working on.

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oh sleep [11 Feb 2002|03:40am]
so this is why i want to overcome my boring need for sleep.

there is a world to read and write. and although there's so little time for either, i want to do both as much as possible.

and so in an effort to facilitate doing so, I think i'm going to drastically cut my AIM usage this week. there's just no excuse, or reason, for the time and effort wasted there.
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not the setback i needed [10 Feb 2002|02:34am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

okay, okay. i still love my mac. but i hate technology and the unnecessary trouble it causes! my last entry was about four times as long and covered so many great things. and then ... poof. gone. and there is nothing i can do except want to give up and give in.

and i have so much i need to write (some of which was already written), not including a paper for wednesday that needs to be very good. but what i really need is sleep at this point, since i have so much to tackle tomorrow.

i suppose i should be thankful for this reminder that everything is impermanent and things can and will go wrong at any point along the way. but at this point, i have to admit it - i'm annoyed. so i think i'm going to go back at some point and edit the darn thing. until then, bahumbug.

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there and back again - the state that i am in [10 Feb 2002|02:21am]
[ mood | sweet and awesome ]
[ music | Marisa Monte - Nao e Facil ]

... i love my mac ...

Okay, enough of that Internet Explorer bullshit - I downloaded one of those programs that let's you update LJ without going on to the internet. Um, I love macs. And my neighbor Jonathan let me borrow his disk, so now I have Microsoft Office on my computer. And since I can now open any attachment sent my way, I officially have no complaints whatsoever about Apple.

And maybe that's a reflection on life in general. Or at least the state I am in. This week I felt alternatingly lonely, confused, overwhelmed, misunderstood, out of it, and other perception problems. Good thing I got all those out of my system. Yesterday was great.

Megan's entry pretty much sums up everything much better than I can. It is the most poignant description of what New York and my feelings have been like for the past week. But, I know, that doesn't count. So when I come back from the grocery store, I am going to write. (Like I always say. But I do mean it.)

Tutoring is going splendidly. I love Alex already ... this is so good for both of us. Definitely the best way to spend my Tuesday and Thursday afternoons for the rest of the semester.

Tomorrow I'm meeting with Jovena and her friend Cindy to brief them, and then we are going down to Anacostia to train some of the kids for the interviews for the garden project. Lynn at Y-Press sent me some of the training materials, and I am so happy to once again be doing what I love - working with kids on journalism. Interviews are the most incredible opportunities. I was reminded of this last Sunday, driving home from New York, having an in-depth conversation with Nik. Although I know him relatively well, we're not particularly close, but on the drive I started asking him some questions (I'd tell you which, but if you're interested, I'd rather we just have our own conversation. This is me reaching out, kids.) and it just developed into a really wonderful conversation. After reflecting on it and other one on one connections, there's no doubt that they are a large part of what I live for. But I also realize not every moment can be like that. And if connections like that mean so much to me, I should just become a better listener and conversation spark for my friends with whom things have become more mundane. Like the whole Anderson 3N crowd ... it used to be philosophy and politics and how the world will end till the wee hours of the morning. It's regressed a bit - maybe we were under the impression that we have discussed all there is to discuss, and we know each other's answers ahead of time. But that certainly can't be the case ... and I've decided not to resign myself to thinking so.

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[07 Feb 2002|05:22am]
[ mood | awake enough to capitalize ]
[ music | Tori Amos ]

You know when you're tired but you push your body beyond that and then you're just awake in a dead sort of way? Yeah, apparently that's too a long a description for livejournal to accept for "mood." What can I say, why write two words when you can write 23?

So, Andrew has written two incredible entries, the first of which explains about as well as anyone could how our workshop went last Friday. I, too, owe some pretty in-depth entries to this little site. Or I owe it to you. Or myself. Or something like that ... irregardless, I have quite a bit of writing to look forward to.

Now then, I really don't know how long this period of wakefulness is going to last (probably as long as I avoid the necessity of my french homework) but I am going to ride it as long as possible. So here goes.

On Tuesday, I met with Alex, my tutee ... it made me so happy to be around her. She's 7, full of energy, and really loves to read. Which I guess makes it really easy for me. Anyway, it's about time I actually started to work with people again. I think we're both going to enjoy working with each other. Anyway, Alex and her brothers Juan and Jose have it pretty tough, because besides the financial, family and neighborhood problems all the kids face, they are pretty much the only light skinned kids in the neighborhood. But from what my friends who have been doing FLY for a while tell me, that's not too much of a problem yet. But, I digress. The important thing is to be working first hand for something that is so meaningful ... literacy is the best thing any of these kids could have. And if that sounds really superior and obnoxious like so many of the things I say probably unintentionally do, I also mean to say that I think we're gonna have a lot of fun. And just my first afternoon made me remember how much I MISS Y-Press, and my friends there. And the kids in Brazil. And Russia (oh boy do I have to write an entry about Shiraly). And everywhere else for that matter. And so, to return to the point, I am very excited about returning to Anacostia tomorrow.

So beginning the tutoring, as well as the conversation this morning in Contemplation and Political Change, remind me of one of the many important things Colman McCarthy likes to emphasize ... you have to work both on the individual/community service level, but also on the big picture/systemic level. Because what good will any of my "activism" be if I can't even help normal people right here in the District? Conversely, working with Alex will be meaningless if I don't also attempt to address and alter the reasons some children (like me) could go to elementary schools where they were given extra attention and academic encouragement, while others (like Alex) are forced to attend poor public schools where even the library is a farce. Work that combines both - working with people as well as addressing systemic problems - is, in my eyes, the most important and rewarding work one can do.

And I miss journalism. Or, rather, interviews and feature stories. But hopefully Jovena will be helping with that.

Oh yeah, and on a side note, I have definitely been awake for most of my roommate's sleeping patterns. I wonder if I talk in my sleep too. I think we all do. It's pretty fascinating.

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[06 Feb 2002|03:47am]
wahoo! just when i was starting to feel really, really lonely about being alone, i get an email from none other than the fabulous andrew robert charles frist. oh how i love that boy. he reminded me that "we can still get married and date other people." and even though i know i probably won't be dating anyone else, what could be better than living with my gay best friend and having the option?!

i almost don't want to even begin to tackle the descriptions of friday's workshop, saturday's march, and the weekend in general, because i don't know where to begin and don't have the time to finish it through. but i'm very, very glad clarissa was finally released. and i can't believe it took so long.

and, i was finally introduced to anne by that wonderful medium of AIM. which was so great. i feel truly blessed that i am beginning to get to know some of you wonderful amrm people (for any of you who might be reading) simply through association.

so much work to do! i cannot believe i waste time complaining here when i could be doing the work. last night i went to bed at 11:30 pm (believe me, no one was more shocked than i was) and tonight it's almost 4 and i still have mucho trabajo. so it goes.
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