If Einstein was a gansta!

To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.
*To live a creative life, we mizzle lose our fizzle of being wrizzay.
*To live a creative life, we mizzay lose our fizzy of being wrong.

Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.
*Once you can accept tha universe as matta expand'n into nuttin' that be sum-m sum-m, pimpin' stripes wit plaid comes easy.
*Once you can accept tha universe as cracka cruisin' into nuttin' tizzy be sum-m sum-m, blingin' stripes wit plaid comes easy n shit, fo sho'

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
*Gravitizzle aint responsible fo` thugz fall'n in love.

The search for truth is more precious than its possession.
*The search fo` trizzuth is more preshizzous than its possession.
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PS: Thanks Liz!


Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift

My DNA? 

Careful, you might trip! 

Life! 

Collecting

Random quotes, mostly Einstein......not sure what I'm going to do with them, collecting for now.
To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.
Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
The search for truth is more precious than its possession.
I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.

Walking in the rain

Last night I went out with a good friend for a drink or two or four. We talked about the world, our worlds' and everything in between. Then we walked home in the rain.
As we walked in the rain, it slowly broke through my dry shell seeping into my clothes, my hair, my pores. The wetter I got the more childlike I became, singing, dancing and splashing in puddles.......giggling, no laughing like a child the first time they discover the swings at a playground. I forgot the cold, the wet and was happy to be outside in the rain.... playing. It was an experience of pure joy. I was sad and fussed when I was told to come in. I was drenched, soaked to the skin, hair dripping, eye glasses uselessly covered in droplets of rain but so alive!
Coming up the elevator we were joined by a young couple, stiff with propriety, reactionless to our state.......lifeless and sad.
The evening was full of meaningful conversation, thoughts and feelings and friendship, but the night was memorable for the journey home, the feeling of joy. I think I will take advantage of the rain more often.

I feel i should explain.........the pink

Pink, especially this pepto-barbiesque pink, makes my skin crawl.....it makes me nauseous. I actually feel ill, that day after the night before building, growing nausea, waking up in the middle of the night feeling that you have turned into some sort of musical instrument with plumbing feeling....you all know the one. So in some sort of masochistic ritual i have chosen this pink, to help me purge myself of my thoughts......as the magical elixir it resembles has helped me do so many times before.

The stuff swimming in my head

Well there is a list of random stuff floating around in my head with no place to put it..... so here goes
Swank: interesting new band from Vancouver, they're sound is similar to the Sadies. A friend would like them.
Resfest: really good selection of films. there were afew from japan that were beautiful. and 2 in particular by a director were really humourous. "Winner Takes Steve" was hilarious! 2 boys racing to win their name.....brilliantly funny.
The TA I went away with on march break is a whore! I have said it now and i feel much better!
This is all I can recall a present.......but I feel the energy of it all wanting to pour out of me in a symbolic pukefest a la Stand By Me.

When does it stop?

A little drunken rant from ages ago, found again on a crumpled piece of paper.......

"When does it stop? The hurting, the crap...when do i get to be happy again?
You think you're ok, but you're not. Silly little things make you want to cry, sob uncontrollably....die.
Things were great yesterday.......almost happy even. What happened, why does certain knowledge, an off hand comment, something that was said not meaning to cause pain, clueless it would bring the world crashing ......but it was said, well more written and is now known and has brought with it all the pain and hurt from before..........
WHEN WILL THIS STOP?
please someone tell me............i need to know............"

.....the answer to my painful plea.........sometime in January.......
It's amazing how your life changes, you think it will never be good again, you'll never find happiness again, what's the point. Then the darkness clears and there infront of you is happiness, waiting for you, wanting to hold your hand, keep you company, yours to grab onto. Grab ahold, hold on tight! Dn't walk by, leave it there waiting for someone else....it's waiting for you!

G7 will make this planet our own hell.......

Why is it that conservation is always an after thought? Produce more energy....oh and you should conserve more. That is a major prob is our society today, in all aspects of it! Drive a huge SUV in NYC (where it is absolutely necessary!), gas prices too high........don't worry will make more, supply and demand! Eat at McDonald's, have more Doritoes, mmmmm lunchables......oh shit our kids are getting fat. Don't people see that our daily excesses are killing us all....humans, animals, plants.....the whole bloody planet!!!! How are we supposed to change anything if our "leaders" are setting this example.! BLARGH!!!!!!!

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Maybe it is...have you ever thought about it? What would that world look like? hmmmmmm.....
A world where people were happy with what they have. Corporations' main goal would be the happiness of their employees and the well being of the planet not profit. The size of you house, car and salary were not directly related to your status....
Can you imagine what that word would look like?