Masochistic Perceptions, Trials and Truths

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Monday, May 15, 2006

Don't Know if I Can Bear It...


Summer has arrived here and, for the next few months my land of ice and snow becomes a tropical paradise. Or perhaps just a demi-paradise as a full fledged paradise would have the mountains three hours closer and an ocean. Totally contrary to the weather, I’m actually getting a bit excited about our hometown Oilers play-off run in the National Hockey League, setting aside my anger at insane wages and last years lock-out. I’ve also completely thrown myself back into watching Baseball, ending a many year shunning of that sport, once again welcoming the Boston Red Sox into my heart. Heck, I’ve even been watching a bit of NBA Basketball, wooed slightly by the underdog L.A. Clippers doing so well, not to mention Steve Nash; the short white Canadian who has won the league MVP for a second straight year! All in all, I think I’m just longing to play and submerse myself in things of my youth. Must be the lazy days of summer. Of course, I’m staying active – went out and bought a new pair of Rollerblades today as a matter of fact… now if only I could learn to stop on the damn things! Who would’ve thought stopping on ice is far easier than on pavement!

As my playful tone in this entry sets the mood of my missive here, let me direct you all to another playful web site. This site runs a close second to the Belief-O-Matic featured in an earlier entry. This site asks you a few questions and then determines what you will return as in your next life. So, as quick as the links will let you, visit http://www.reincarnationstation.com/ and see what’s in store for your next kick at the cat.

My result: in my next life I will return as a Bear. It goes on to say: “Almost 32% of people will be reincarnated as a higher form of life than you. You're not perfect, but you've lead a better life than most. With a few changes now, your next life could be even better.”

I don’t know how I should take this exactly. Oh well, quoting the Pogues: “I’ve been in a palace, I’ve been in a jail/ Just don’t want to be reborn a snail/ Just want to spend/ Eternity/ Right where I am/ On the sunny side of the street”!

3 Comments:

  • At 12:57 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    cockroach in new walse could not leave alone. the premise of don marquis book on archie and mehitabel appealed to me and how my life seems to have gone so far. there are certainly enough cockroaches, cats and rats to host the souls of all the dead poets, like me. the life down here compares with the dreamed-of life up there quite closely. now i am closer to the river too, which is good for the contact with rats and cats. there is a gray area and a fog like c.s. lewis' great divorce too, where no one is sure where this bus goes, but it comes back to the verge of a decision without ever making one. someone who will leap forward into the light may actually write a book, direct a movie, act in a play and become a person/mensch. where you are, there are possibilities for action, not built in to institutional routine, but in your personal routine and discipline. from your health and strength, it is possible to strike out at the world and not by going 'postal'. doing that would put you back a few karma-parsecs in life-progression to a time and place where hope is all gone. now you may have hope because you do have reason to hope. oops, i said karma-parsecs, meaning to fall back in time to dark ages in other planets where ants and bees rule overalls. oh for a hemmingway to go war and glory, or a tom-joad grape of wrath to drink to the tyranny of fear, while pissing out hope and actualized dreams on the walls of bush-league capitalists. get a spray can of black paint and purple dye to warn them, we are coming to reward them. see. if i could sing like leonard or bob, i might escape this ass-trail plane and get published, but they got the good stuff and plagiarized it first. envy sucks like spider, the life of the fly in the ointment spoiled, that drew me. nodroggout

     
  • At 10:20 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    p.s., gnostics are incoherent

     
  • At 5:32 PM , Blogger auntiegrav said...

    I came up an elephant. Huh. Don't know what that means, except I really identified with the recent story about an elephant that refused to do a treadmill.

    Personally, I would do it, once, just to see how it works. Just don't expect me to be there at Oh-seven hundred every single day....

     

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