An Evolving Disciple

(NOTE - I MODIFIED THIS POEM 11/13/07) Damn creative urges. Maybe once I post this bit of poetry I'll be able to concentrate on the other kind of nerdy writing. Unfortunately it definitely calls on different parts of me to write about experiencing episodic memories and writing about the science behind them. Life is good, Although I'm not as hardworking/motivated as I feel should be. But here's a poem I've been toying with on and off for the last couple weeks: Walking Home. The wind was cool I breathed you in, You felt cold but the sun shined when I loved From Halloween to Christmas memories shine In lights outside and heat within And you were there to share it I ran away, you found me out And made me a believer What we sought was simple, It was who we were apart. I just kept walking with you. From Halloween to Christmas Through falling leaves and wood smoke Lights upon the snow… It’s so strange… How you had fought for this Squandered your words On my understanding You m...

The problem with trying to read without listening to music is there is too much to think about, and when the words aren’t as clear and interesting and fascinating as the other things cluttering my head… I find myself distracted. Right now I’m reading up on the neuroscience of vision… or trying to. Thoughts of Myanmar, of service work I wish I had time for, of needing pizza and beer with friends who no longer live in state, of men in general sucking… of death (not mine… a friend’s boyfriend). Mostly thoughts stemming from that suicide really… of empathizing for the people involved, of being mad of the people not capable of empathizing with someone who the world crushed like only reality can… Grr. People are bastards… And somehow it’s always the ones who pride themselves on their empathy or morality that end up being not so empathetic or moral. I need to hang out with more people who introduce themselves as hell-bound in a handbasket-style bastards. But I really do believe it’s takes som...