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Friday, November 24, 2006

airports and inspiration

18 comments:

MAHIMA said...: p.s. click on the image and expand it to read what it says.; 11:39 am
Anonymous said...: i like how you've done these 3 pages. the 'possibility of the thing', as you would say, is enormous. the flaps and the textures and the things the say- both about you, and about what you've written.
too bad that's close to impossiblt to capture in a scanner!
more on this post...but that's the next comment. :); 11:41 am
Anonymous said...: p.s. are you serious about the goa thing?; 11:42 am
Anonymous said...: ..if your friends are hot, i'd be glad to be driver.
kidding. :p
..you know, even if they're not i'd be willing to be driver.
for you.:p; 11:43 am
Anonymous said...: oye, chill out, "k".

we know you're nice n all, but don't push it. :p

btw, how are you? haven't heard from you in sometime. can see you haven't changed much. :p

lol; 11:44 am
Anonymous said...: RYAN RODRIGUES!!!

you're alive!!!

i'm good- in full form as you can see. thanks for piling on. :p; 11:44 am
Anonymous said...: "the kids and the tactics...grow"

well, i do believe these impact us in many, many ways. i think part of our small, irrational fears: of perceived authority, of darkness, of things and places we're unfamiliar with, people we're unfamiliar with...this whole idea that the familiar is good and the unfamiliar is somehow frightening..
i think we pick these ideas up from these stories of that's hiding in the dark, the big black men, that unimaginable terrible thing around the unknown corner.
and over time...
sometimes over a long time we learn that not all things unknown is fearful. sometimes, we need to take the leap. sometimes, we'll never move ahead if we don't, sometimes, we need to grow and the unfamiliar is the only way. that people are all vulnerable and lovable whether they look like us or not, whether we've seen people like them before or not. that the 'something terrible' is more in our minds than anywhere outside.
i wish generations pf people weren't brought up this way.
i hope we don't brings our kids up this way.
but i don't know what other way there is!; 11:50 am
MAHIMA said...: yeah...scary that.
kids. and how much we impact them without knowing...and how much we have been impacted without knowing.; 11:53 am
Anonymous said...: is fear the only way?

no. i think lov eis a way. trust is a way.

but then, so much of what we know as 'love', even 'trust' is fear based i don't know how far we can separate what we believe from what we fear about what we believe... little muddeled, but do you get what i mean?; 11:56 am
MAHIMA said...: yeah.. i believe in love, i fear a lack of love. i believe trust is the only way, sometimes, i fear the breach of that trust. sometimes, most times, our beliefs and concepts of things are so woven with our fear of loss!
i would like to be without it. just the trust and love. and not the fear. but how does one every really live without fear? i think even if i did, i would live in fear of being fearful someday!!; 11:58 am
Anonymous said...: lol. yeah. i get what you're saying. true for me too!; 11:59 am
Anonymous said...: airports, since i am in one right now (on the way to korea) are inspiring, now that you mentioned. simultaneously busy and lonely. thinking of you guys. of laughter. of thoughts. of honesty.; 12:00 pm
Anonymous said...: lol... nick! wow! you really are lonely!! lol.; 12:01 pm
MAHIMA said...: WHOA!!
all the best people to come together!!!
ok, before you guys start: lets not war here, ok!? :p
nick,
we think of you too. karan, yes he's been nice to us for the first time in our lives.
lets stop there :p; 12:02 pm
Anonymous said...: :p; 12:02 pm
Anonymous said...: :p; 12:02 pm
Anonymous said...: ok. move to next post.; 12:03 pm
Anonymous said...: in connection with the fear, the threats...i see a struggle for power. in connection with power, i see this relevant:

Power
by Adrienne Rich
Living in the earth-deposits of our history

Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate.

Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil

She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power.; 4:00 pm

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