Let the flow go from the mind. I spill endlessly generously a mixture of love and selfishness into the material world which is not the true form. It is not the true form but I'm sure that we are the center of attention, like the newborn in the room full of elderly. Everyone is watching us sentient beings from on high: the angels, the saints, the sages, our forefathers, Jesus, Sophia, Shiva, Buddha, et al. They ascend but only to look back and encourage us to do the same. We swim and swill in the muddy water, so can we ever be truly friends? Truly free?

Can I free myself from my mind? Can I free you from the same? Nothing I write here could ever possibly save you. Save? From what? Listen, there is a small, quiet voice that I've heard about that is deep inside everyone of us. If we listen, we can be free. If we don't then we stay here. We die, and we do it again, making either small amounts of progress, or falling just a little more.

Amanda

Listen to "Two points for honesty" by Guster followed by "Can't Complain" by Nickel Creek. Those of you who understand this allusion, the whole one of you...let our paths move parallel, friend. I am always here for you. You are a true lover of life, may you live a life of service for all time. May the people forever know your presence, Bodhisattva. ^_^

Landed

I'm listening to Ben Folds and drinking a Pepsi while typing in the library on a computer at a terminal in a large room of terminals. The room is large, open, and closed off by the library's main stairwell heading up to the top floor. It is decorated by Picasso prints and faux plants. From my seat, I can look to my right out a window through open vertical blinds into the darkness which reveals only dim orange lights, however, I know what the scene looks like in the daytime and can picture it.

Now George Harrison is playing randomized on my iPod. I feel absolved. Who wouldn't listening to him? He is this beautiful mix of Christian and Hindu ideals through music. Both religions are very inclusive and expansive. When it comes down to it, they're all saying the same thing. Peace, love, and compassion, right people? Open your heart!

A Clarification of The Invisible Culture

The Invisible Culture, a book by Susan Urmston Philips is a microethnography (which means it's about classrooms) of the Warm Spring Indians experience of the "Anglo" classroom. Without going into too much detail, it sucks. They spent the first six years of their lives learning to be calm and controlled in a group learning setting and are suddenly, by federal government requirement, thrown into the mix with loud, finicky, impulsive, white American children.

I felt a supreme kinship with these children as I related to them on a personal level in my undergraduate experience thus far. I spent the greater part of my educational experience in life procrastinating and half-assing left and right and COMPLETELY getting away with it. I even dragged my feet through my first year at college. I'm a junior now and having been through the proverbial shit-on-fan experience I can say that everyday I wake up and wonder how I became such a...student. Actually, that's a lie. It was sheer will power and determination, and it still is, every God-blessed day.

So now that I care and I want to participate, I'm almost certain I look like I have Asperger's Syndrome to most of my professors (or at least that's what I think they think of me). I'm the new guy everywhere I go. My only hope is that since everyone sees such "potential" in me and believe in me so much, that one day I will fulfill their love for me by following my bliss with gut-wrenching determination.

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Currently I'm working on a paper about The Invisible Culture, the Warm Spring Indians and their adventures in white people schools. Yaaay! Cultural misunderstanding! It's a great microethnography since in aims to reveal the majority society's ignorance, which is always a good thing.

My professor gave me an extension on a second paper due in the class. Initially, both papers were due tomorrow, but thankfully he's given me until Wednesday on the other paper. PHEOO!!

Also, I'm listening to midis of Super Mario RPG songs. That's right, you want some, too. You are legitimately jealous.