what is the velocity of magic?

santa fe feels like a giant playground and i am LOVING play.

i also really like it when people call me matty, for the record.

i also am really liking people thinking critically about gender.

i also really like the reality that gross can be sexy, rather than the other way around, though also still the other way around too.

STOP BEING SO LOUD MATT(y). "i'm sorry, i drank a cup of coffee. . ."

is a (this) year of blogging in any way significant?

gbs. the most efficient.

once again the internet has proven itself to be entirely uninspiring and completely alienated/ing from real life. lil boosie, afghanistan, tagged photos, google earth, g20, blah blah blah etc, not to mention the extreme vanity that comes with any of these things these websites and the struggle that i end up in trying to stay real with all this s(t)imulation. i have thrown away whole days.

highlight of thanksgiving was my sister saying "fuck" to my dad, but accidentally. this was the first recorded use of the word "fuck" by either child infront of either parent. well, this is not counting the time mom ignored/didn't hear me say "fuck" to jean on the phone when mom and i were driving the oregon coast.

a star has no intent. a galaxy does not act in order to bring about anything.

if you google "25 years old" the third thing that comes up is a story about a fit and healthy 25 year old collapsing and dying in front of his girlfriend while playing the nintendo wii.

i have told people (like my dad via voicemail) that my life is spinning wildly out of control in just the day i intended it to.

i believe that i have made the 2010 Missoula Oblongata "Reference List of Experts". this is the pinnacle of my punk career.

i've been weighing the merits of various character traits i am pottentially capable of and i think the year 25, in an effort to transition more smoothly from the personal growths i've had in my 24th year, i've been thinking i should focus on working to be more A) HUMBLE and B) CONFIDENT.

travel plans: 3 more weeks in oregon. week in santa fe. 2 and a half weeks in dc. week in santa fe. 3 weeks in central america/southern mexico. week in santa fe? month in mexico. THERE. WILL I STICK TO THIS? MOST LIKELY AT LEAST A LOT OF IT.

i believe we could all gain an inch or two of joy if we'd just every now and again peruse the wikipedia page on "misnomers". . . guinea pigs. not pigs. not from guinea. of course: peanuts (legumes), shooting stars (meteors), iceland (green), and french horns (germany). eggplants. not eggs. tear gas. not a gas (!!!) but a "solid crystalline substance" (again, !!!). In logic, "begging the question" is a type of fallacy occurring in deductive reasoning in which the proposition to be proved is assumed implicitly or explicitly in one of the premises. However, more recently, "begs the question" has been used as a synonym for "raises the question". THE FUNNY BONE IS THE ULNAR NERVE. shit is loco.


GOD DOESN'T LIVE BECAUSE HE CAN'T DIE. THIS IS WHY HE DOESN'T KNOW OR LOVE YOU.

after my bout with swine flu i'm feeling like life is totally grabbable. now, which end to grab. . .

a brief and certainly underdeveloped meditation on the relationship between technology and local cultures

jean was just telling me about how in michigan in the winter at her high school, people used to put wet paper towels over the sensors (thermometers) of the heaters so that they would blast heat all day. local wisdom in the 1990's. what does progress mean? better heaters (that won't need such "old-timey" adjustments) will make every room (all over the world) 75 degrees, all of the time. but what changes will that bring for michigan high schoolers? if people adapt their behaviours (as well as thoughts, emotions, relations,. . . culture) to meet their needs, how does the growing number of people who end up with the same needs affect the future of cultures globally? we all still have seperate individual experiences, genetic predispositions, and contact with (relatively) limited clusters of people. . . so?

she's the devil in disguise

still drawing 3 balled dicks, but these days with a marxist theory of love in mind. friends in and out. pain and joy. jokes. love. distance again. "mom and dad" are gone but mom's visiting in a week.

the will to power

the controller is controlled by the need to control

being is becoming/there is no "away"

a few nights ago i dreamed that my penis was a hoe, or rather, it could be used as one. i fucked the dry earth, in rows, in order to clear the garden of all the unwanted weeds. now what do you suppose this means?