Mon 5 Dec 2005
The american life is an interesting one, despite the superfluity, the over-abundant metaphor and culturaly symbol misused as it is in our rampant hybridization binge we call globlization…’We were so excited we could do it, we never stopped to think if we should.’
There are tons of automobiles, atumatically mobile human beings driving to planes to be taken to the Kushite pyramids of Nubia only to return and buy Christmas cards that do not relate anything of the personal experience of the individual to those they want so badly to understand them…
The lack of understanding, bred as it is on half and half alternative puritanical isolationism and the intentional limitation of our dreaming ability, mixed in with the cold black coffee of the real world outside our media-filtered personal representations of the real world.
Cold and black and coffee is all good with me, as alkaloids are one of my favorite past pastimes, balance is essential and cold is always better when its hot outside; its the need to mix something i am not sure belongs to me which makes it slightly difficult to drink the beverage of american life after having been to enough other places to realize we are most definitely the exception in our gluttonous way of life, rather than the rule.