D.A.D.D.

So the other day... I had this orientation to go to. So I got myself all fixed up for the first time in while... (..I been savoring these last days before I actually have to do something again...). And my dad gives me this strange look,

I say.. "What?"

"You look really nice. I'm worried"

Oh no..."D.A.D.D. ?"

"Yep"

Now, getting a compliment like that... "nice"....it doesn't seem like much. But you have to understand, when coming from him...it is a lot and it is a rare occurance (And no, not just because I'm rarely looking nice...).

Thanks to him, I walked around with my chin up the rest of the day.

(btw-- D.A.D.D. = Dad's Against Daughters Dating)

“A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.” --Enid Bagnold

Rojo Diablo

Is it just me? Or are the origins of words and symbols and language remarkably interesting.

I know, I tend to irk people to the point of insanity as I run around vomiting sunshine and spouting out my epiphanies regarding anything from the relation between the word "red" in Spanish and the name Rohit in Hindi to the astrological origin of the word "Friday" (which, by the way, I think comes from the Latin "Veneris Dies" meaning "Venus' Day" and possibly came to English through the Anglo-Saxon equivalent, "Friges Daeg" or "Frigg's Day". Venus was the Roman goddess of love; Frigg was her Norse counterpart.)

eyah! You see? I can't control it. It just pops out. And the thing is, I am in no way intending to get praise for it. I know it's an incredibly boring subject to most people anyway. So I'm more of talking to myself. There's nothing wrong with trying to impress yourself is there (After all... she's the only one that listens so intently....)

It's like if you're high or something...and you've realized, what you think is, this AMAZING idea, and then you tell everyone about it, and they can immediately tell that you're high. But you know, it doesn't matter how stupid you make yourself look, at least you yourself think it was a great revelation.

Okay...so bad example. But you catch my drift?

As for symbols, I think there's a slightly higher number of people who find them intrigueing. But the problem is, ssymbols are more often than not misunderstood, righ'? I mean, take some symbol, and ask random people on the street what it means, and you'll get answers you cant imagine.

For example...(oh no...run!) The "swastika" (or, more accurately, "svastika")...actually means, something more like "conducive to well-being", and is Sanskrit, not German. Tear it apart and you get su + asti = "well" + "it is"....NOT "Nazi's rule, Jew's suck". The cross was actually used all over the place, much before the Nazi regime. A favorite of Mesopotamian's and stood for good fortune, and prosperity. At the same time on the other side of the world, it was used by Mayan's and Navajo's religiously and similarly.

And in India...to this day...it's widely used in Buddhism and Hinduism. A symbol for a saint because the arms remind them of four possibly places for rebirth; Animal/plant world, Hell, back as a human, or the spirit realm. Sometimes it's hung over doorways of homes, or even businesses. Even clockwise and counterclockwise direction of arms stand for different things, Right- solar, the suns course etc. , Left- basically the opposite...night, magic, Kali...

The swastika only came to the Nazi's through some guy named Guido von List...And can't remember the exact story, but something about him building a temple to Wotan and creating some kind of cult, eventually evolving in to an Armenian Society where the right-handed swastika's "sun" reference became a reference to the "sun-people" and so forth lie the foundations for Hitler adn his Aryan-Germanic ideals.

I think I've gotten carried away, but you see what I mean? Now, next time when you see a swastika you wont automatically think hate and bitterness and death.

Of course... I could be all wro0ng, at least according to somebody.

"If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words,' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'" --Archie R. Ammons

"A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day." -- Emily Dickinson

The Earth.....

...is Alive...........

Dawn Again

So...

I've been given yet another 'new slate'. I have mixed feelings about this... I'm not quite so excited about this one. Not so confident. Actually...a little dreadful.

But I'm not so sure why that is. Can't be too bad, can it? In any case, it's an adventure...an experience. You can never go wrong with too much experience...although, I have this strange feeling like deja vu as if I know exactly how "this" experience will turn out...

Experience.

Is it really necessary in order to fully understand a situation? Or are there other ways...

Does it always have to be a rational, physical explanation? Something that "makes sense"....?

I think people tend to underestimate how far science can go. Maybe the "logical" explanation for something is only logical because you made it logical.

It is said that the natives of america could not see first European ships coming even when they were in plain sight. They say, there was a shaman of one of these indian tribes on the coast in Florida. He would sit staring out across the Atlantic and one day...he noticed an unusual ripple on the horizon. So, curious...he stared at it hour after hour, day after day, trying to figure out just what it was...until one day...He looked toward the place of the ripple and what he saw was unfathomable. He'd never seen anything like it. He couldn't even describe it to his tribe. He brought them to look and all they could see was that ripple...he told them look deeper...and the giant, sailed ships appeared seemingly from nowhere. Because these people had never seen anything remotely like this before, they were unable to see it.

If this is true.... then who knows what could be surrounding us. Or maybe...it could explain all the 'unexplained'. Or maybe this, or maybe that.....But that's just it, we're afraid of "maybe"....it always has to be "know" "know" "know" "fact". We can't just know everything, and we shouldn't try...Where would we be without mystery?

"Nut, the sky mother, wife of Geb of the earth, arched over the whole world covered in stars and into her womb the boat of Ra passed each night, to be reborn in the morning."

http://www.myspace.com/abigailnoveen (My aunt...)

My Dearest Jules...

"...You Were the First"

My dearest Jules,

I do not know if this will ever find you. Maybe you're already on the boat. I do not know. I do not remember where you were going. I miss you now. I painted your name in the blood on the back wall. The blood is still there. I do not know what happened to the Man... he doesn't push things under the door any more for me. I feel very lonely now. I can still smell you on the wwalls and the floor. I'm afraid now. Why did you leave? You will come back soon. You would not leave me here alone. I don't have any more cookies left, and the crackers make my mouth hurt. I've been tasting the blood on the wall. It makes me feel bad. Please come back.

RAG