Yesterday I went to a cool art show on SE Belmont called "Boxes of Death" where artist from around town were given miniature coffins and told to make whatever they so desired from/on it. There were some really interesting concepts, lots of people, and just good people observing time.
This West Coast vibe is so pure and chill. I hope to be able to assimilate within it organically, but as of late it's all so surreal and beautiful to me. All I can do is sit back and watch in awe of life and all it's beautiful insanity.
Everything Else, Too:
I have the upmost respect for my manager and coworkers; more so than ever before, but also becoming more and more aware of the tedious nature of my job. I'm not saying my work ethic has diminished at all. I just feel more extreme emotions concerning my job.
I don't let spilt coffee stress me, I won't let a long line get under my skin. Not that it ever did before but I feel more numb to it all.
I don't mind people asking for picky things, that's the nature of my job. For better or for worse that is what Starbucks has created.
It's the idea of being oblivious as to what you are ordering, where it came from, and how much work it takes to get you what you eat/drink that drives me ever towards insanity/enlightenment.
As a comfortable First World earthling we forget how much of what we enjoy in some way or some form comes from nature.
We forget how many trees are chopped down so we have a napkin or a bag to carry our "stuff" in because why carry around a reusable bag; thats too heavy on our backs or you might get sweaty. Fuck!
That we as a species are so picky about what we eat; while other animals are force fed shitty mediocre food pumped full of "stuff" so that they will grow exponentially faster so that we have can have a sausage sandwich on our way into our job that we will bitch about all too often.
I won't even get started on the amounts of plastic that goes un-recycled or the amounts of food that gets tossed into the garbage.
The life of another fellow earthling forced through a concentration camp of sorts so that we Manimals have food, but end up throwing it away without even thinking twice about it. It hurts!
It hurts to let my mind pander on such things. I don't do it too often and try to consume as little as possible in my own little world to help better balance my part of the world. But how long can this go on? We can't keep think that we can eternally extract forever and ever.
I don't like to talk about work. Work is something I do to make my music and art ambitions a reality. But lately I have become more and more aware of my fox origins and with that comes a fondness for the forest that only a fox can have.
So TODAY!
Today after work I lied around in the bed and let the cool breeze blow through the window with my good friend, Smoggie Catt. She really does keep me sane and I love her dearly.
Also just before coming to the Starbucks to take advantage of it's interwebs (because I do not have them at the moment) I went to my friend Tim's to grab his guitar.
He wrote out the basics of guitar tabs and I plan to try and learn guitar finally!!! That is how I will spend my night.
No work tomorrow; time to see how quickly I learn this thing! I just want to be on the stage again. It's the one place I feel most alive besides wandering around the forest.
I can't be in the forest all the time at this present moment though. So I NEED music. I've been writing all kinds of words and I just want to share with them with the entire world!
It's never too late for change! Never too late to rethink ideals. Times change, technologies do too; as should laws.
Change is inevitable, evolution is guaranteed. It's time to long for a greater goodness.
