:: Thursday, February 20, 2003 ::

Maybe, Maybe Not

So, while I'm trying to decide whether or not I really have anything to say here, I've decided to post things that other people had to say. Things that I thought were beautiful, or sad, or true, or funny, or that I just liked for some inexplicable reason. Today's is from The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac.

Japhy was considered an eccentric around the campus, which is the usual thing for campuses and college people to think whenever a real man appears on the scene - colleges being nothing more but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity whuch usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstasy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret or the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization. "All these people," said Japhy, "they all got white-tiled toilets and take big dirty craps like bears in the mountains, but it's all washed away to convenient supervised sewers and nobody thinks of crap any more or realizes that their origin is shit and civet and scum of the sea. They spend all day washing their hands with creamy soaps they secretly wanta eat in the bathroom." He had a million ideas, he had 'em all.

listening: John Mayer - Room For Squares
reading: one guess
watching: Fresh Prince of Bel Air

:: Katy 1:51 p.m. [+] :: ::