the 'reason why' conundrum

WHY I DO THIS: The researchers concluded that students who can attribute their work to an external reward stop working in the absence of that reward, while those who are forced to attribute their work to intrinsic motivation came to find the task genuinely enjoyable.


Why i am afraid of success: Jill the painter feels dissonance because she is friends with a master painter - Jill can either care less about painting, or justify her inferiority in some other way)

MARSHA

And as she spreads her wings, the clouds part like the curtains of a smile, and the warmth of the god we all yearn to detach from mumbles true ecstatic findings binding all of our collective will to the passionate cries of a peaceful future.

and the lowly peasants on the ground are humbled in awe, their goosebumps rippling for miles, stretching like the arms of love across fields and deserts, sandstorms and snowflakes.

And did I ever really know you? The orchestral climax lives on in my head.  Did I ever really see you? I know I lived for a while in your bed.  But somehow you opened an eye inside of me that blinked and fawned and wilted and closed. and now, sewn shut, it is trapped forever under the deep protection of the night.

Pirates of Montreal

Sometimes I feel like Montreal is a boat I ride in.

I watch passing ships sailing underneath the floating moonlight

Old waves lap at the deck,

A bird cries out, betrayed.

There are no elephants here,

No elephants at all.

A calm breeze sweeps across the water

Fading,
             fading,

                         like the gentle night.

DEMOCRACY

We should vote on issues, not for people.  Politicians should be instruments of public will.  We should never have to go to war unless we are made to feel directly culpable for it by having a referendum.  This is getting so ridiculous I want to vomit up my brain and turn it into something more useful.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lY_8UNYafxU&feature=g-all-u

Double Entendre

The media covers everything these days.

Pirates

The captain whistled to his mates, signalling the end of a long journey.  They were finally home, on the lapping shores of Pirate Island.  In the distance, several women squawked in anticipation of seeing their long-lost men-folk.  
The first woman to arrive at the beach was Melody.  She was a tall, blonde willow-y woman, with the eyes of a tiger.
“Greesha!”, she shouted.
Greesha came forward, revealing his patched eye with a grin the size of a palm tree. They embraced. He grabbed her body, they wrestled into the forest and began making love.
The other pirates, bewildered that none of their women had been as prompt, tied up the boat.  When that was finally finished they lit some tobacco, and remenisced about their conquests.
The sun began to set, and slowly the other woman made their way towards the shore, one-by-one embracing their long-lost men, and wrestling them into the ever-darkening forest.

We are all the same

Political dissent matches its opposition's aggression.  Violence begets violence.  Desire begets desire. Violence to protect desire is ridiculous.

Like a ying yang that is also a frisbee, human ideas spiral outward on an exponentially expanding orbit where time speeds up accordingly.  Perhaps the game of trial and error will end one day.

Imagine a king and his slave,  one benefitted in material wealth and education, the other benefitted by a better appreciation for simple life-giving requirements. Each is enslaved by their role, and their perceived narrative of the situation, for it is their identity that enslaves them.

Perhaps the only way to protest the system is to abandon it. (Assuming by saying 'the system' we actually mean 'the human ego')

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I am a woman of little means
I free myself by dancing like a beachy lion in the breeze
My friends are tables for me to dream on
my friends are the leaves, the wind, and bizarre energies of new-found-glances on public transit

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pinched arms and squashed vision
gut rumbling tsunami cravings

And the feelings, though carefully measured and contained
Are endless in their prisons

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the roots all lead back to the original illusion
we drink it together like holy water

Please save me from this lonely life
where nothing makes sense
and everyone's an enemy

sometimes I love everyone so much I want to rip my eyes out and give them away..

Take my life, unbearably delicious
Can't keep chewing it 

Can't let it dry up

Let's bomb it, shall we?

I can't let it die 

but I am dying.