Dream Fragment

while this is just a fragment of the dream i was having last night (and was awoken i think by my alarm during it), anyone who knows anything about weather and school will understand.

So we're all like, having a forest adventure (my backyard-evanston-tilden) and its like this:

and of course we were on grizzley peak so it was also like this:

but at somepoint, completely suddenly, we LOOK UP over towards marin/sf (we're at the smoking spot/tree), and BAM:

and all marin is: and all of SF is:







and of course we're freaking out and cant decide whether i really want to go play in the snow or then, FLEE from its TERROR.
because i can sense that once this front hits us up there, it will drop 80degrees instantaneously and that this storm will swallow us up.

naturaleza!!!!!

"We welcome, the world seemed to say; we accept; we create. Beauty, it seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretched over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy."

I swear, sometimes the outside world is just so beautiful. Maybe even beautiful enough to get me out of my air-conditioned dorm room... maaaaybe.

perspective?

In keeping with the psychedelic post-modern blob my life has become, I want to write something about perspective today. Alright Foucault, Barthes, Abram, Pynchon, McLuhan. It's true: the world is made up of endlessly unfolding possibilities. Perspective is not possible in this field, because as an individual, we seem to have no way of standing outside of this. When the center falls though there is no longer any direction of observation, it is universal. But neither can we rise up and float around happily in this world of infinite possibility without any stability, or at least not at this phase of human development. So one just keeps going? forward, forward, knowing that it is for nothing and means nothing? it'll be hard to keep that up for a lifetime.

the only clue i have is that the great system out minds are so attuned to (civilization, sort of broadly speaking) can be escaped, perhaps in the wild, in the Forest. Nature, in its state of not being heavily changed by human activity, probably exists nowhere in the world anymore. But perhaps in (temporary?) rejection of the proccess of civilization, a return to the Forest, to the earth, perhaps the only outside perspective we have. And the more we try to rein in its wildness, the less chance we have for ever gaining that perspective. if it exists. or maybe neither is true. or both true at the same time. or both of those options simultaneously. IMHO.

college 'education'

Here's the thing with this whole "college" thing in my experience. Everyone here is attempting to keep me occupied with homework and school sanctioned and operated 'activities.' And yes, the primary reason for us all to be here is to get a great education. But this is a very instance of Twain's "school is getting in the way of our education." When the system is set us such that taking two days off has its negative effects felt through the whole quarter. How can i learn being constantly shuttled between a didactic classroom and the police state prison of my room?