no regrets

No one knows but
I
Wrote a letter.

And
I sent a messenger to deliver it

By now
It is read.

return of me

Tired-

But i arrived at the terminal

With no regrets.

i went to forget

and

i forgot,

as all crushed souls

do

soon enough.

it was an accomplishment

just to feel,

again-

the disabling stomach flutters.

while i was gone:

i did not fall in love

it was more like i

fell out of

whatever i was in

before i left.

hello.

hello.

you've reached the voicemail of -------
i am currently out of the office
or away from my desk.

sorry i was unavailable and cannot take your call.

enjoy the rest of your day.
thank you.

{i'll be out of the country until next month, it should be fantastic.}

"to forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity"

Nietzsche

american dreams

the bikeriders and beyond
- Danny Lyon

l'enfant

disappear

fifteen years later.

again,
saturn's rings disappear
reflecting no sunlight.

and in fifteen years time they will disappear,
again.

e.l. trouvelot

{but does it float}

total eclipse of the sun

aurora borealis

the planet jupiter

the great nebula in orion

solar protuberances

morning talk of spirits

facing doors
bring shadows at night
moving to the trembles of your eyes
dark figures
that leave you in the morning

at breakfast when you mention them
you speak of them as monsters

but
when you’ve grown
you speak of them as lovers
that left you at the altar
standing alone in white
with black suits and their eyes facing you up there
alone.

heat

if the heat does not stop
soon
newspapers will
burn
in a tin trashcan

beauty is going to absorb
into atmosphere
as simple as
boiling water

just watching
the fire
burn
the pot
and boil
the water
is enough declare this the hottest day

long
fire
burning
day

60 and then another song will begin again.

60
seconds.

funny things happen.
like the sun keeps shinning.
there are happy people despite your misery.

people keep smoking despite surgeon's warning.

people still apply to medical school. Harvard medical.
divorces are 50percent of every new marriage's fate.
the philosophy major still has applicants every year.

funny things not so funny happen.
but funny.

50

50
seconds.

40

40
seconds.

30

30
seconds.

20

20
seconds

10

ten
seconds

all the world is a stage

oh, all i want:
something to smile at.


everything is a new york minute.
with everyone it's a new york second.

update

i just found my favorite song thanks to my good friend Achlee.

bob dyaln covering tim harden - and that is love.

http://insearchofthemoon.tumblr.com/

{i used my tumblr to post this, i like tumblr; it's like a little electronic treasure box.}

psychology

i have a hard time talking to people.
how does one communicate? hardest task.
i literally sometimes stutter, mumble, and slur my words.
i should probably work on it, since i want to be a speech and language pathologist.

dream job: working with the Autism Spectrum Consultants

night thoughts

i am packing for a trip.
it is about time i leave for something.
i invited a few friends to come, we fly out the 13th.
i guess i got really tired of watching everyone else but me leaving.

things to pack:
35mm film
paper and pen
boots
leather jacket
id (the Freud kind and CA license as well)

i might soon call it a night.
goodnight.
the heat is unbearable.

A piercing image of Phineas Gage - Los Angeles Times

A piercing image of Phineas Gage - Los Angeles Times





July 16, 2009
Reported photo of Phineas Gage found.
In the cog sci text it's always the skull that we exam, Harlow's reports, experiments, etc.- i'm glad they have given him face. Even though it might not be him, i like knowing that there was someone who was Phineas Gage.

September, 1848

Phineas Gage
PHINEAS GAGE (1823-1860) is one of the earliest documented cases of severe brain injury. Gage is the index case of an individual who suffered major personality changes after brain trauma.
{History of Neuroscience}

His contractors, who regarded him as the most efficient and capable foreman in their employ previous to his injury, considered the change in his mind so marked that they could not give him his place again. He is fitful, irreverent, indulging at times in the grossest profanity (which was not previously his custom), manifesting but little deference for his fellows, impatient of restraint of advice when it conflicts with his desires, at times pertinaciously obstinent, yet capricious and vacillating, devising many plans of future operation, which are no sooner arranged than they are abandoned in turn for others appearing more feasible. In this regard, his mind was radically changed, so decidedly that his friends and acquaintances said he was "no longer Gage."

HARLOW report

[The tamping iron] entered the cranium, passing through the anterior left lobe of the cerebrum, and made its exit in the medial line, at the junction of the coronal and sagittal sutures, lacerating the longitudinal sinus, fracturing the parietal and frontal bones extensively, breaking up considerable portions of the brain, and protruding the globe of the left eye from its socket, by nearly half its diameter. {HARLOW}