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Saturday, November 12th, 2005
6:32 pm	I found this entry in my leather journal from a few years ago. Thought I would share it You may find this odd but here it is. Today me and my dad cut grass. While I was raking I heard what sounded like a wounded mouse. I followed the noise and found a small, red, hairless little creature crying for comfort. Crickets and grasshoppers ran everywhere trying to find hiding. In the span of an hour these little creatures lives were totally changed. Some died, some had to find refuge, while others were left exposed and helpless all because I saw thier comfort as a neausance. How many times has that happened to me? Do you know that feeling you get when you are driving down a calm road early in the morning or late at night? There is safety in knowing you are in control. Who knows what someone else might do. A car, a pen, a brush..... The silence and comfort of one. Art for the sake of art, love for the sake of love. Our control over the lives of others is so scary to me. I have enough trouble finding sancuary for myself, so how can I handle being responsible for keeping someone elses? Or telling them how to find it for that matter. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
6:27 pm	l' avenir In general, I try to distinguish between what one calls the future and "l'avenir." The future is that which- tomorrow,later,next century-will be. There's a future which is predictable,programmed,scheduled,foreseeable. But there is a future,l'avenir(tocome) which refers to someone who comes whose arrival is totally unexpected. For me, that is the real future. That which is totally unpredictable. The other who comes without my being able to anticipate their arrival. So if there is a real future beyond this other known future, it's l'avenir in that it's the coming of the other when I am completely unable to foresee their arrival. -Jacques Derrida (Comment on this)
6:26 pm	The Architect Have you ever had one of those moments that when it happens,you know you will remember it for the rest of your life? This weekend I got to take my dad to lunch. We haven't got to do that in a while. We see each other at work everyday and I am around him a lot, but we don't get as many chances to really sit and talk as I would like. While we were riding in the car my dad told me a really simple story about an architect. He told me that a college had hired an architect to design a campus and after the project was said and done, there were absolutely no sidewalks on campus at all. The architect asked them to wait two years and then he would put in sidewalks. After two years, they went to the campus and noticed that the students had worn down paths where they had walked back and forth to and from class. They took those worn paths and turned them into sidewalk. I have been thinking a lot lately about relationships and the story of the architect really hit home. A lot of times I think I want people to automatically be who I want them to be, or even who I think they are already. The older I get the more I realize that I need to sit back and just let people be who they are and let them grow for a while and in that growth learn how to be their friend. I read through a lot of journals and I see so many people who decide if a relationship isn't benifiting them at the moment either they just cut it off, or they get in groups to bash and talk about the person. The more I see stuff like that, the more I appreciate the good friends I have and the more I realize how much more understanding I need. We live in a world where people want to pick and choose who they are "understanding" to and who they should tolerate. I admire friends who are honest with me whether good or bad. I have two friends like that. We don't have to talk every week, we don't have to hang out all the time, in fact one of them is 600 miles away and the other was the same only a few short years ago. The great thing about both of them is that whether our thoughts about each other are good, or bad at the time, we can be honest and talk. We have a pact with each other that one of our goals in life is to be better men and sometimes that means us confronting each other with slack areas. In the process we have grown as friends and as men. Friendship isn't about telling someone what they want to hear, or even being there everytime they stump their toe. It's about honesty, understanding, and the willingness to try even when the other person might apear to not be. Leave a comment (1 Comment |Comment on this)