October 16, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are

What you feel is what you feel. Feeling is pure. Expressing feeling is healthy.

Why are we a society that condemns certain expressions of emotions?

When you are feeling sad or mad or lonely and you can't help or change how you feel, it's scary. You truly are trapped and confined within your own misery. It's scary.

I support cussing when in expression of feeling. Sometimes throwing or smashing or punching is the only way to shake loose of your confinements. Sometimes it doesn't help.

Please do not stomp on others' for feeling the way they feel.

July 8, 2009

RIP Michael Jackson, a loving human being

    I was lucky enough to attend Michael Jackson's funeral earlier today. I found it truly inspiring and touching. Amongst many great speeches, words, and performances this was my favorite. A poem by Maya Angelou called "We Had Him"…


 

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.

In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.

Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.

Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.

He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.

Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.

We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.

His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.

And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.

We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.

Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.

In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England

We are missing Michael.

But we do know we had him, and we are the world.

June 4, 2009

“Moving” by Amber Luallen pt. 2

Just wrote this half, could be sung as an entirely new song, or just linked onto the end of the last lyrics. Please let me know what you think.

"Moving"

He's a bad boy
Easy on the eyes

Love his body
And his hand on my thighs

He loved me
But doesn't anymore

And he can't help how
He can't change how he feels

Now I'm movin'
Movin' on
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' on

And I think about his heart every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then

Make my way through the zombies and stoners
Gathered helpless on the dance floor

Now the strobe light dances in my ear
I watch as I sip my vodka cranberry

There's a guy across the room smiling at me
And I'm home

Now I'm movin'
Movin' in
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' in

And I think about his face every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then

I step out onto the wet pavement
Alone beneath the holy streetlight

And the truth is I've never felt more at home

Now I'm movin'
Movin' movin'
Can't stop movin'
Movin'

And I think about his home (unconditional love) every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then


 

The more I analyze this song and write the more I feel it's a song about tragic heroes not needing people, but purely needing one's own self. I love that. Please let me know if you'd like to help me and make it into a song.

“Moving” by Amber Luallen

So I wrote some song lyrics, but am incapable of making them into an actual song. Let me know if you would like to, and let me know what you think. Here it is.

"Moving"

She's a good girl
Easy on the eyes

She's got a body
That makes me dream about her thighs

I loved her
But I don't anymore

And I can't help how
I can't change how I feel

(chorus)
Now I'm movin'
Movin' on
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' on

And I think about her heart every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then


All the stoners gather on the dance floor
The strobe light throbs in my ear

I've got vodka cranberry in my hand
A cigarette between my fingers

There's a girl across the room smiling at me
And I'm home

Now I'm movin'
Movin' in
Yeah I'm movin'
Movin' in

And I think about her face every now and then
But the truth is, it's only now and then

I step out onto the wet pavement
Alone beneath the holy streetlight

And the truth is I've never felt more at home

Now I'm movin'
Movin' movin'
I can't stop movin'
Movin'

And I think about her home(embrace or arms) every now and then
But the truth is it's only now and then.

This is my story of a tragic hero and the holy trinity of interests, love lust and adventure(or home). The woman mentioned in the first is the love interest, the second is the one lusted after, and the third is the mother. Please let me know your input, suggestions, etc. Thank you. That is all.

May 27, 2009

A Lover and a Fighter

I am trying to live my life for more than myself. I have noticed my blog becoming a lot about relationships and my heartbreak, and although I agree that my blog should include how I am dealing and analyzing whatever it may be that I’m going through I don’t think it should be limited to that. I have been reading a lot of other blogs, the ones I like do not include break up stories or really anything about love or relationships. These are blogs mostly of males. I wonder why we women choose to write about our love lives more often. Possibly we’re just more open about that stuff? Or perhaps we just let it affect our hearts more. I believe it’s the way both sexes experience things. Women take things in and let them become a part of themselves. Relationships with people and animals become a part of a woman. Men dive into things, put themselves into relationships but stay whole when they leave. They still feel like themselves. I relate this to the way each gender makes love. It’s also not to say that men aren’t capable of love or heartbreak, that’s not at all what I’m trying to say. But I do believe it’s a different type of love.

I digress. I want my blog to have the amount of respect the blogs I follow and respect have. I am not looking to receive love; I have been loved and am loved by enough people to keep me whole. I am looking to make my life about more. I want to give love, of course. But a relationship in my life right now would be plain distracting to what I want to discover. As in the title of my blog explains I am a lover of people. I do not want to stop loving people or expressing that love. But it’s not a romantic type of love. I want to live my life for myself, I want to be selfish. Please forgive me. It’s not you. You are a beautiful person and capable of amazing love, and you will be loved by a far more special girl than me if you aren’t already. Please understand that it’s nothing against you or anything that has happened between us, it’s simply me just not being in the market for the countless wonderful qualities you have to offer. I want to be your friend and I want to appreciate you from that distance.

So here I go back on the road to life of experience and discovery. I was here once before but got distracted. I will be blindsided no more. I welcome happiness in my life. I am a fighter and will continue to fight the urge of temptation in order find my Daesin. I will fight for what I want and what I believe in.

Peace and love especially to you,
Mmber

May 19, 2009

Authentic and Inauthentic Existence

My favorite class I am taking this semester is 20th Century Philosophy. I would like to share something I believe to be amazingly profound, raw, true, and something that is currently hitting very close to home. It's one of Heidegger's many theories.

    First I will present the facts. According to Heidegger not only is man "thrown into the world" without asking to be there, but he must constantly become his true self by making appropriate decisions. Along the way, man experiences a "falleness," a loss of his "authentic" character.

    Falleness points to the universal tendency of man to lose himself in his present preoccupations and concerns, alienating himself from his unique and personal future possibilities. He thus becomes a reduced self.

    The falleness of human being receives its most obvious expression in the activities of gossip, mere curiosity and ambiguity. Gossip, for example, is an authentic modification of speech which simply repeats the accepted, everyday, conventional, and shallow interpretations of the public.

    His authentic existence requires that he recognize and affirm his own unique self with his responsibility for his every action.

    A person's drift into inauthentic existence is subtle but in every case it involves a tendency to escape from one's self by finding refuge in a public self, in an impersonal identity, the impersonal "one" in contrast to the concrete "I." The inauthentic person behaves as "one" is expected to instead of as "I" ought to. He reads and judges music, art, and literature as "one" is expected to; in public he suppresses any urge to be unique, to excel.

    The inauthentic man levels himself downward toward an averageness and behaves like the average "everyman." But a person cannot, according to Heidegger, indefinitely avoid confronting his true self. (Then there's some stuff about anxiety then being what comes next in a "falleness" and how it is not a psychological state but rather a mode of being. Anxiety is not fear for fear is attatched to an object such as a snake or an enemy where as Anxiety reveals the presence of "nothingness" in our being. This could be a whole other blog in itself, and it might be, so I'll continue with the "falleness."

    When a person affirms his authentic self, when he sees transparently what and who he is, he discovers that in his inauthentic existence he has been trying to do the impossible, namely, to hid the fact of his limitations and his essential temporality(like temporality on earth, we know we will not live forever).

How this old white man, this philosopher, this scholar knows so much about the petty shallow life we, or at least I, try to combat everyday baffles me. But all that aside, it's very true. I have always felt a need a want a desire to live for more than just myself, but for the past year haven't been. I have been living in a "falleness." Now I can see what I saw before my falleness, and that is others living in their falleness. It is so apparent and scary because I think some people don't escape their falleness their entire high school or college career. I think it's possible others never escape and find their authentic self. But in a society like ours, it's difficult and almost impossible to live for something more. I am racking my brain for examples, if you have any please share. But this world, our society definitely incourages an inauthentic self and a group mentality. They encourage us to all behave as "one" because that is not threatening, or scary. Please help us, help me, help each other not to be tempted to live as or be limited by the collective and average "everyman." Find your truth, find your authentic character as I search desperately for mine as well.

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Season Finale of SNL host Will Ferrell