“Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.”—Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
i mean you were with one person for a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together and then it stopped. then there was a short period when you weren’t with anybody, then another woman arrived, and you ate with her and you fucked her, and it all seemed so normal, as if you had been waiting just for her and she had been waiting for you. i never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.
Nothing was ever in tune. people just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, beethoven, back, buddha, christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, new york city, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.
You can do amazing things today. Believe in that. Today, unlike yesterday is completely unique and special, but it’s up to you. Somewhere, someone believes in you, trusts that you’ll make the right decision, knows that you have the ability. Because you’re good enough, you are skinny enough, you’re not too short, your hair looks fine, and hopefully today you’ll believe me when I say you are smart enough, don’t let anyone tell you you can’t do something.
Do you know how much time I wasted believing them when they said I couldn’t do something? Too much time. So today, take hold of it, take hold of what’s yours, because you’ve earned it, you deserve it, and it’s about fucking time.
1. The thought of seeing my boyfriend later tonight and spending tomorrow morning/afternoon with him. 2. Brunch in the morning! 3. A nice clean room that smells of nag champa. 4. Friends who made reservations at the restaurant I work at for Saturday evening. 5. Hopefully having a monetarily lucrative weekend. 6. Working full-time again with my very favorite substance: COFFEE. 7. My new thrifted shirt and prettily fading red hair. 8. The prospect of a thrifting trip up to Wilkes-Barre with Jeannine. 9. New tattoos in the near future; stretching my ears; having jobs which don’t care if I do either. 10. Starting a new project that will be unveiled in time…
“If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on tv telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”—Frank Zappa. (via sexismandthecity)
Your comments regarding cyclists are misinformed and bigoted. There are millions of responsible urban and non-urban cyclists in this country who rely on their bicycles every day to provide safe, enjoyable, free, and green transportation. Cycling should be encouraged in every urban area as an alternate means of transportation that reduces congestion, gas emissions, fuel consumption, and smog. ESPECIALLY in a city such as Washington, D.C., known for its congested traffic, a public figure such as yourself should be doing everything he or she can to promote cycling. Instead, your inane banter is doing just the opposite, and for absolutely no reason.
In closing, I urge you to read up on the benefits of urban cycling. The Philadelphia Bicycle Coalition (http://www.bicyclecoalition.org/) has a number of articles I’m sure you will find interesting. Once you have done this, I implore you to issue a counter-statement urging the public to consider cycling as a cost-effective and green urban transportation alternative. As a sports radio host, it’s your civic duty to keep people interested in being active, not to make them feel like idiots if they already are.