Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Right now/ Now
I know Who I am
Nothing will truly ever change me
And if I grew up
I keep my child's dreams
I was right to wait
This star above you
She( the star) knew how to understand me
Lighting up the light
That I was not seeing
Refrain :
And one day one morning
Nothing like before
Nothing is impossible to those
Who take the life on their hands
Every one with his/her way
And although
Everything is in us if we want
To live our cravings ( wishes) now
Now
Who knows if tomorrow
People who see me different
Than those who love me
Will know that nothing in me tells lies
If I have everything to learn
I know that burns inside of me
The desire to give you
A little light
That I was not seeing
Refrain:
And one say one morning
Nothing like before
The world belongs to those
Who take life on their hands
Every one with his/her way
And although
Everything is in us if we want
To live our cravings now
Now
And one day one morning
All the time
Everything is in us
If we want to live our cravings now
Happy Stress
I'm feeling very happy but stressed. It's a weird place to be
There is a million things I should be doing, but instead, I'm reading A Dark History: Celts by Martin J. Dougherty . and also, browsing The Mineral Kingdom by Paul E. Desautels . I doubt that I'll finish either of these books.
I did finish the book, Our Magnificent Bastard Tongue: The Untold History of English by John McWhorter . I should be celebrating my accomplishment, but there are still huge parts of the book, that I did not understand. Language is not an easy subject for me, and sometimes when I hear about grammatical rules, I just keel over from frustration.
How can I take the stress away? I'm just going to start listing out what I'm doing. ....
1) I'm going to school from Monday - Thursday for a Professional Carpentry Class from 8;30-3;13pm
2) I'm part of a Language Study at the University of Washington. I'm learning French, and I'm doing this Monday and Wednesday (and also sometimes Friday) from 6;00-6:30pm.
3) I'm doing Dirt Corps on Tuesdays froms 6:00-8:30pm and Saturdays from 9-3;30pm
4) I'm taking a scrambling class that meets sporadic thursdays and some weekends
5) I bike most days. I bike between 12 - 16.8 miles. It takes about 3 hours total because of elevation gain.
I'm doing these things aw well, but I am fucking up at it.
6) I've been rock climbing Sunday nights with a friend
7) I've been volunteering at Cama Beach for the wooden boat center
8) Salsa- if I can do it, I will
9) Duolingo Daily/ PBS NEwshour
Here is a list of Technology that needs attention
1) Camera's battery burnt out. I have no camera.
2) Laptop stuck in Oakland due to stupid mistake
Here is a list of bills coming up
1) Rent
2) Tuition
3) Scrambling supplies
4) tools
5) Basic food
6) Mountaineering class/ Rock Climbing
What needs to get done now?
1) Scholarship applications
2) Drafting for Carpentry Class
3) Search for Summer Job
4) Laundry
What is going to be in the future?
1) Composites class Mond- Thursday
2) Dirt Corps
3) Horticulture class on Friday
4) Scrambling class
5) Mountaineering class? Rockling Gym
6) Cama Beach
7) Reaching out to theaters for work
Watching the Mountaineers Boating and Naturalist Class
Yes, I have a lot going on. No wonder, I'm stressed. I should just relax. I don't matter that much. The system as a whole matters.
Below is a video on the fucked-up nature of for-profit prisons.
There is a million things I should be doing, but instead, I'm reading A Dark History: Celts by Martin J. Dougherty . and also, browsing The Mineral Kingdom by Paul E. Desautels . I doubt that I'll finish either of these books.
I did finish the book, Our Magnificent Bastard Tongue: The Untold History of English by John McWhorter . I should be celebrating my accomplishment, but there are still huge parts of the book, that I did not understand. Language is not an easy subject for me, and sometimes when I hear about grammatical rules, I just keel over from frustration.
How can I take the stress away? I'm just going to start listing out what I'm doing. ....
1) I'm going to school from Monday - Thursday for a Professional Carpentry Class from 8;30-3;13pm
2) I'm part of a Language Study at the University of Washington. I'm learning French, and I'm doing this Monday and Wednesday (and also sometimes Friday) from 6;00-6:30pm.
3) I'm doing Dirt Corps on Tuesdays froms 6:00-8:30pm and Saturdays from 9-3;30pm
4) I'm taking a scrambling class that meets sporadic thursdays and some weekends
5) I bike most days. I bike between 12 - 16.8 miles. It takes about 3 hours total because of elevation gain.
I'm doing these things aw well, but I am fucking up at it.
6) I've been rock climbing Sunday nights with a friend
7) I've been volunteering at Cama Beach for the wooden boat center
8) Salsa- if I can do it, I will
9) Duolingo Daily/ PBS NEwshour
Here is a list of Technology that needs attention
1) Camera's battery burnt out. I have no camera.
2) Laptop stuck in Oakland due to stupid mistake
Here is a list of bills coming up
1) Rent
2) Tuition
3) Scrambling supplies
4) tools
5) Basic food
6) Mountaineering class/ Rock Climbing
What needs to get done now?
1) Scholarship applications
2) Drafting for Carpentry Class
3) Search for Summer Job
4) Laundry
What is going to be in the future?
1) Composites class Mond- Thursday
2) Dirt Corps
3) Horticulture class on Friday
4) Scrambling class
5) Mountaineering class? Rockling Gym
6) Cama Beach
7) Reaching out to theaters for work
Watching the Mountaineers Boating and Naturalist Class
Yes, I have a lot going on. No wonder, I'm stressed. I should just relax. I don't matter that much. The system as a whole matters.
Below is a video on the fucked-up nature of for-profit prisons.
Finishing Things
What did I Finish?
I finished my framing project. I finished my bevel project and finally, I finished my tracing project. I learned that in the process of sharping your tools, you make a micro-bevel and you use that angle to make it even smaller.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Blazing Down
I left my laptop at the Oakland Airport on Sunday, and I am in the process of getting it back. Currently, I am at my school's computer lab, getting my nightly snort of unfiltered data.
I've been using duolingo to practice French and Spanish, and this software has become a way for me relax at night. The sheer repetive nature of this software is relaxing. While in this state of relaxation and doing language drills, I've also been listening to the news.
Of course, when listening to the news lately, I've been extremely distressed. Even darker and more disturbing, I've been entertained. The realization that other people's suffering has been a source of entertainment has revealed a upsetting side of my personality and an upsetting side of digital entertainment. Do I really see myself as more human than others? Do I think what happens to others will not happen to me? Is suffering being sold as a commodity through the media?
Anyways, today I learned about drills. I learned about the difference between roto-hammers and impact drivers. I've also learned the difference between drivers and fasteners. I've learned about the ball bearing clutch, wire clutch and the various settings and accessories of the drill. I'm almost done with my framing project, and I'm hoping that tomorrow, it will be done. Next, I have to finish my tracing project and my bandsaw project. After that, I better have my drawings for my router table because that needs to be done too,
Tonight, I go to the Dirt Corps class, and I hope that class will inspire me and teach me that I can do good things in this world, even when everything feels like it is blazing down around me.
I've been using duolingo to practice French and Spanish, and this software has become a way for me relax at night. The sheer repetive nature of this software is relaxing. While in this state of relaxation and doing language drills, I've also been listening to the news.
Of course, when listening to the news lately, I've been extremely distressed. Even darker and more disturbing, I've been entertained. The realization that other people's suffering has been a source of entertainment has revealed a upsetting side of my personality and an upsetting side of digital entertainment. Do I really see myself as more human than others? Do I think what happens to others will not happen to me? Is suffering being sold as a commodity through the media?
Anyways, today I learned about drills. I learned about the difference between roto-hammers and impact drivers. I've also learned the difference between drivers and fasteners. I've learned about the ball bearing clutch, wire clutch and the various settings and accessories of the drill. I'm almost done with my framing project, and I'm hoping that tomorrow, it will be done. Next, I have to finish my tracing project and my bandsaw project. After that, I better have my drawings for my router table because that needs to be done too,
Tonight, I go to the Dirt Corps class, and I hope that class will inspire me and teach me that I can do good things in this world, even when everything feels like it is blazing down around me.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
I don't believe
Yesterday, the snow was epic and the city of Seattle was almost shut down by it. Sam and I mostly laid around. Though eventually, we did go out and play.
The snow and Sam's mom being in town, has given me some time to think.
Frankly, I'm having doubts about my Boat Building program. I don't think it will lead to a job.
Though in argument to this, I've been busy and happy, and this has been a rare thing in my adult life.
I have had plenty of opportunities to rot at home. I want to go out and do things. As a young person, everyone told me a job was the path to fulfilling my potential, but I don't see it that way anymore. At some point, money can't do that much. None of us should be so materially impoverished that we are hungry, cold or sick without care...But face it, it is time to give money a true value. We just have to look at it and say .."I don't believe in you anymore"
Though despite all of this, I probably do still need a job. I'm not going to value myself based on what job I have.
Articles that I read this morning
The snow and Sam's mom being in town, has given me some time to think.
Frankly, I'm having doubts about my Boat Building program. I don't think it will lead to a job.
Though in argument to this, I've been busy and happy, and this has been a rare thing in my adult life.
I have had plenty of opportunities to rot at home. I want to go out and do things. As a young person, everyone told me a job was the path to fulfilling my potential, but I don't see it that way anymore. At some point, money can't do that much. None of us should be so materially impoverished that we are hungry, cold or sick without care...But face it, it is time to give money a true value. We just have to look at it and say .."I don't believe in you anymore"
Though despite all of this, I probably do still need a job. I'm not going to value myself based on what job I have.
Articles that I read this morning
Nytimes / A Crack in an Antarctic Ice Shelf Grew 17 Miles in the Last Two Months By
NPR- Food for thought / Are We Eating Our Fleece Jackets? Microfibers Are Migrating Into Field And Food by Jessica Boddy
Wall Street Journal/ Syria Detains Opponents as It Reasserts Control by RAJA ABDULRAHIM
HUFFINGTON POST/ Kellyanne Conway’s Credibility Questioned After ‘Bowling Green Massacre’ Flub by Michael Calderone
The economist / The European Union tries to prevent a wave of migrants from Libya
The economist/ An insurgent in the White House
The Cosmopolitan/ How Trolling Trump Became a International Phenomenon By
Friday, February 3, 2017
LES DRAPS SOURDS
D’abord, d’abord, c’était le chat,
quand il y a eu la pluie.
Il s’est mis dessous les draps.
Il a fait comme chez lui.
Mais nous, on s’en foutait.
Et sous les draps mouilllés,
on a continué,
Et on s’est aimé.
La porte s’est ouverte
sur ton meilleur ami
qui n’y voyait plus clair,
et qui s’est cru chez lui.
Mais nous, on s’en foutait.
Et dans le lit glacé, on a continué,
et on s’est aimé.
Toute la nuit, des coups,
à la porte, aux fenêtres.
Des amis de partout,
des voisins, des éclairs.
Mais nous, on s’en foutait.
On n’en a rien vu, et on s’est aimé,
LES DRAPS SOURDS (the deaf sheets)
First off, first off, it was the cat,
when the rain came on down,
It sneaked in, under the sheets,
as if they were his own.
But us, we didn’t care.
And under the wet sheets,
we kept going at it,
yes, we kept at it.
Next on, the door opened,
and it was your best friend,
he wasn’t walking straight
he thought he’d made it home.
But us, we didn’t care.
And in the busy bed, we kept going at it,
and we kept at it.
And all night long, we heard
bangs and hits on the doors,
Friends from everywhere,
neighbors, even thunder.
But us, we didn’t care.
We didn’t hear a thing, and we kept at it
Elle a mis des feuilles à ses branches
Elle a mis des voiles à son mat Enfilé ses plus jolis bas Brulé ses habits du dimanche Elle a regardé l'existence Tous ces souvenirs entassés Dans son coeur comme des cendres Tous ces rêves à demi-fanés Alors elle a murmuré "Liberté liberté liberté Ouuuh Liberté tu dois bien exister " Oui on l'entendit murmurer "Liberté liberté liberté Ouuuh Liberté tu dois bien exister" Il s'est fait un royaume étrange Entre le mur et le caniveau A l'abri d'un kiosque à journaux Il a choisi sa résidence Il n'a pas connu de vendange Ni de douceur au fil de l'eau La cruauté l'indifférence Se sont penchées sur son berceau Mais on l'entend mumurer "Liberté liberté liberté Ouuuuh Liberté tu dois bien exister" Oui on l'entend murmurer "Liberté liberté liberté Ouuuh Liberté tu dois bien exister" On peut l'ajuster à ses hanches S'en envelopper comme d'un manteau La porter à même la peau Bien au chaud sur son ventre Nichée dans son dos On peut se la jouer carte blanche La brandir tout comme un drapeau On peut la glisser dans sa manche La cacher sous ses jupes Ou en faire son credo A chacun sa fleur ou sa fange A chacun son tout premier mot A chacun sa cave et sa grange A chacun sa rue son bistrot A chacun son âme de faïence A chacun son ombre au tableau A chacun ses trois pas de danse A chacun son genre de tombeau Mais il nous reste à rêver "Liberté liberté liberté Ouuuh Liberté tu dois bien exister" Oui il nous reste à rêver "Liberté liberté liberté Ouuuh Liberté tu dois bien exister » |
She put some leaves onto its branches
She put some sails onto its mast Pulled on its prettiest stockings Burned all of its Sunday best clothes She contemplated existence
All those memories piled up high
Heaped in her heart like ashes All those dreams half faded away Then she said in a whisper "Liberty, liberty, liberty Ouuuh Liberty you must exist for sure " Yes you could hear her to whisper "Liberty, liberty, liberty Ouuuh Liberty you must exist for sure " It made itself a strange kingdom Between the wall and gutter surround- In the shelter of a newspaper stand It selected its residence. It has not known any fruition Nor favour from course of events
Cruelty and indifference
Were attendants at its cradle But you can hear her whisper"Liberty, liberty, liberty” Ouuuh Liberty you must exist for sure " Yes you can hear her whisper "Liberty, liberty, liberty Ouuuh Liberty you must exist for sure " You can take it in at the hips, Wrap it round yourself as with a cloak Wear it right next to your skin Nice and warm on your stomach Nestled in your back You can scoff at it quite freely Wave it about just like a flag You can slip it up in your sleeve Hide it under your skirts Or turn it into your creed. To each one his flower or his mire To each one his very first word To each one his cellar and barn To each one his street and his pub
To each one his earthenware soul
To each one the flaw in his picture To each one his three pas de danse To each one his own kind of tomb But still we are left to dream "Liberty, liberty, liberty Ouuuh Liberty you must exist for sure " Yes still we are left to dream "Liberty, liberty, liberty Ouuuh Liberty you must exist for sure” |
La belle Dame Sans Regrets - The beautiful lady without regrets
"Let's dance", you say
And me, I follow
My steps are clumsy
You trip my feet
I fear the fools (who might laugh)
I search for the words in vain
To explain to me your life, so...
You lie, my sister
You break my heart
I think, you know
Errors, never (you're never wrong)
I listen, you speak
I don't understand too well
The Beautiful Lady without Regrets
I cry, you laugh
I sing, you yell
You sow the seeds
Of a bad oak tree (you have a bad relationship in store for us)
My money flies away
You have enough (you don't need me anymore)
I wait, as always
My shouts are silent
You lie, my sister
You break my heart
I think, you know
Errors, never
I listen, you speak
I don't understand too well
The Beautiful Lady without Regrets
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
I want to build a Boat
I've been deliberately busy.
I enjoy being busy, but sometimes, I think I keep myself busy to avoid realities of the world. My education is too expensive, and I'm making nothing. People are polarized, and politics is shit.
Disaster is looming, and I want to build a boat.
I enjoy being busy, but sometimes, I think I keep myself busy to avoid realities of the world. My education is too expensive, and I'm making nothing. People are polarized, and politics is shit.
Disaster is looming, and I want to build a boat.
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