It was several minutes past midnight and I was already loaded. I have this thing with hands when I travel down this road, which invariably leads to several stages of undress and a mind-numbing headache the following morning. I grip my hands tightly -- the whites of the knuckles are showing -- and then I turn them over so that the palms face me. As I open them, I count the time it takes for my hands to return to rosy pink. Immediately after, I repeat the process and attempt to benchmark it with the previous trial, which ultimately is an exercise in futility. I forget. I forgot. Forgotted?
And just as I was lamenting my forgetfulbility, I am directed towards a sticky bar where three absinthe drinks are prepared. Recently granted legal status in the United States, I happily obliged. Three cubes of sugar were placed on three porous spoons sitting atop of three small cups. A bartender took a small torch and melted the sugar cubes, the milky dribbles swirling in the dark liquor, producing a light froth. A cheers, bottoms up, and swill later, I sit back, pupils dilating, turning my attention to a local blues band. Someone is yelling at them to play "Freebird".
Figures.
No fairies, no mild euphoria, and no "Freebird". One girlfriend in the bathroom, one friend hunched over and straddling a bush outside, and my mouth fuming of black liquorice. I continue to sit at the bar's edge, watching a couple tango to blues. Actually, it was a boyfriend pulling a sloshed girlfriend into sloppy syncopation. It is marvelous.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Personal geopolitics!
I'm sure behind every asshole's actions, there are many ideas that pertain to resource competition, and if not that, perhaps in finding a working method towards ultimate gratification at another's expense. That is the essence of geopolitics.
I have a good friend who is absolutely obsessed with geopolitics. He can relate or apply it towards almost anything -- "See that dude with like five chicks? Maybe it's not fair, but it IS geopolitics!" Also, "The main theme of Lord of the Rings was geopolitics, or rather the Battle of Middle Earth, NOT the frailty of man in the face of temptation", and the time when I busted out of Monopoly for landing on Boardwalk with hotel, "No hard feelings man -- it's all about the geopolitics." It's almost as if he were a man of God's word who constantly soothed others with palliative cliches such as "Do not despair, it is part of God's plan!" or my other friend who consults psychoactive drugs on a regular basis to jump start his creative insight, "It's all bullshit, man!" Needless to say, I too wanted a nebulous mantra that I could rely on in times of hardship.
But what does geopolitics exactly mean? OK -- Geo equates to land. Politics -- Derived from politeness, becoming diplomatic and being of a civic mind. Last time I checked, politics was a euphemism for "Getting what I want" and "Fuck you". So naturally, being polite, diplomatic, and civic minded are misconstrued adjectives when placed within the context of "gain", or when you expect to win it all in good conscious. It's quite the opposite. If one erases "pleasantry" and "ensuring that everyone likes you" from geopolitical maneuvering, all that remains are "You better have something to offer me or else I'll ignore you."
Alas, because of this contradiction, my friend himself yields to the uncompromising policies of Geopolitics. He himself is a kindly, thoughtful person. But to be betrayed by the very principals he uses as his crux? No wonder why his pain resonates widely. "Don't I deserve better?" Disappointment and crushing defeats fester, "Why can't I ever get what I want?" Because, my friend, your expectations dwell on emotional complacency, which I assume are merely byproducts of the resources and goals you seek to achieve. Require it, don't just want it.
I have a good friend who is absolutely obsessed with geopolitics. He can relate or apply it towards almost anything -- "See that dude with like five chicks? Maybe it's not fair, but it IS geopolitics!" Also, "The main theme of Lord of the Rings was geopolitics, or rather the Battle of Middle Earth, NOT the frailty of man in the face of temptation", and the time when I busted out of Monopoly for landing on Boardwalk with hotel, "No hard feelings man -- it's all about the geopolitics." It's almost as if he were a man of God's word who constantly soothed others with palliative cliches such as "Do not despair, it is part of God's plan!" or my other friend who consults psychoactive drugs on a regular basis to jump start his creative insight, "It's all bullshit, man!" Needless to say, I too wanted a nebulous mantra that I could rely on in times of hardship.
But what does geopolitics exactly mean? OK -- Geo equates to land. Politics -- Derived from politeness, becoming diplomatic and being of a civic mind. Last time I checked, politics was a euphemism for "Getting what I want" and "Fuck you". So naturally, being polite, diplomatic, and civic minded are misconstrued adjectives when placed within the context of "gain", or when you expect to win it all in good conscious. It's quite the opposite. If one erases "pleasantry" and "ensuring that everyone likes you" from geopolitical maneuvering, all that remains are "You better have something to offer me or else I'll ignore you."
Alas, because of this contradiction, my friend himself yields to the uncompromising policies of Geopolitics. He himself is a kindly, thoughtful person. But to be betrayed by the very principals he uses as his crux? No wonder why his pain resonates widely. "Don't I deserve better?" Disappointment and crushing defeats fester, "Why can't I ever get what I want?" Because, my friend, your expectations dwell on emotional complacency, which I assume are merely byproducts of the resources and goals you seek to achieve. Require it, don't just want it.
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