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[Most Recent Entries]
Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in
Souvlaki Spacestation's LiveJournal:
|Tuesday, June 24th, 2003|
Current Mood: full
|Wednesday, April 30th, 2003|
|a fantastical day..
Current Mood: enthralled
|Today was a good day, an interesting day, a day that shifted faster than I could keep up.|
Started with hard technostrategy puzzles for work. Had two dinners, one with Sunev and one with my father during his layover at LAX. Always traveling, he is. Good for him.
Raced to Hollywood to catch Cat Power at the Henry Fonda with Dar and Monica. Chan Marshall is precious beyond words. So lucid, potent, raw, so damn powerful. And so frail, like the sweetest little smirking mischievous girl you've ever seen. And that breathy voice! Melts me.
She played mostly recent/happier songs, and ended the set so strangely! It just sort of petered out, no finale, no climax, it just dissipated into the ether.
Or perhaps it was my molecules scattering. Everything seems different now, more lucid. Returning from the show, I've run across 3 creatures whose existence I can't explain. First was a bald little alien ninja girl with glowing eyes whose presence I could feel from across the room, behind me, with eyes closed, wherever. Second was at the gas station, "Harley" (still wearing his jail slippers) and I had a deep moment's rapport, in which he accurately divined abstract facets of my bloodline. Never heard anyone insist they weren't an angel. Third was the pack of rabid barking dogs that ran up to me as I parked outside the loft. They looked gnarly and pissed, but I've never been afraid of dogs, and when they surrounded me and I vibed them down, it was all scratching heads and wagging tails. Amazing eye contact, old-soul beasts. They walked me to the gate, I said "Enjoy the night", and they thundered off down the street.
Magic night. There must be some ... oh it's almost a new moon, for one thing... peaks at 5am on Thursday. Ya know, it doesn't what causes life to be interesting. I'd rather not get mired in superstition, or try to make meaning out of improbabilities. Life is interesting sometimes, most of the time if I pay attention. Perhaps Cat Power just pulled my focus. Perhaps a fermented piece of cauliflower altered the pH balance of my hypothalamus. Moral of the story? Eat more cauliflower, you'll hallucinate some real neat stuff.
|Saturday, April 26th, 2003|
|Friday, April 25th, 2003|
||The B-Movie That Suits Me Is:|
Robot Monster: Although Blood Feast might deserve this title better, Robot Monster is known as the king of crappy movies. Unlike Blood Feast, this movie played in major theatres. One of the writters took it so seriously that when the movie got much deserved bad reviews, he attempted suicide. In his mind it was art.
|Find out which b-movie suits you.|
|I thoth so..
What Egyptian Deity are you?
"You are Thoth, the most intellectual of the egyptian gods. You savor the muses in all their forms, and you'd rather observe than take action. You are considered peerlessly just, and so you are often considered the arbiter of the gods."
Tell me about it! Current Mood: sleepy
|May the beauty you love be what you do.
Worked all week, immersed in air conditioning and fluorescent lights. It's bad enough to have to whore my time to the highest bidder, but enduring their tacky-ass office environments and auras of mediocrity... a worthy challenge.
Found my photo on a photographers site!:
Off to work! Ta ta.. Current Mood: enduring
|Monday, April 21st, 2003|
You come from an Ancient Civilization. Egypt,
China, Rome... a piece of all the greatest
civilizations of their time can be found in you.
Where Did Your Soul Originate?
Current Mood: awake
I am Azathoth
Known as the "Blind Idiot God", the center of all cycles known as Azathoth is the great void itself, infinite creation and inescapable oblivion made one. The Great God is without ego, as it has been embodied in a seperate consciousness as Azathoth has cast off the curse of self-awareness. Surrounded by the host of flautist servitors, piping the songs of the unknowable, Azathoth is not to be known by his aspirants. That is the purpose of another God...
|Which Great Old One are you?
|Sunday, April 20th, 2003|
|the sleeper awakens
Returned today from a 10 day Vipassana meditation near Yosemite. Ten days of absolutely silence and disciplined introspection. Going over the sequence of events...
First, three days of anapana breath, silencing and focusing the mind. Didn't know it was so noisy in there. Didn't know I could tolerate that much physical pain (sitting still for 12-14 hours a day is excruciating!).
Then five days of ferocious deep surgery. Had this been an ER, the first few days would have seen blood dripping off the walls, shrieking demons writhing about, Fire and brimstone, military on standby. A third of the doctors and nurses dead and defiled, and another third unconscious or driven insane. Those that remained? Patiently, persistently, calmly cleaning up my mess. Observing, uprooting, breathing, observing uprooting breathing. Lather rinse repeat. Soon the ER was an efficient sankara eviscerating machine.
Final days phased indiscriminately between two states: 1) a deliciously tranquil/wholesome lightness of being, and 2) an incessant and overwhelming erotic appetite. Absurdly inappropriate circumstance for such thoughts, made worst as I had developed a major crush on an adorable and slightly flirtatious co-meditator.
What Would Buddha Do? Probably not what I did: In these final, countless moments of wandering mind, I subjected her to such elaborately lascivious scenarios... Had she known my mind, would she have recoiled in shock and horror, or pulled me into the woods for a live demonstration?
Fortunately, she had left her mind-reading pendant back in the room that day. The integrity of the event was maintained, untethered libido notwithstanding.
Never in my life have I experienced such hard work, such condensed evolution, such a rewarding practice. But what exactly did I exhume and revive from the recesses of my psyche? You’ll know when I do.Timetable for Total Enlightenment®: Not anytime soon. Current Mood: decidedly unbuddhalike