Reflections, thoughts and musings from a West-Miami native ever living in two worlds, with one eye to specifics, and the other on form. Ordinary things, sometimes extraordinary. Presently hawking possessions for bike-money. Such is life.
Friday, 27 July 2012
14" TV for $20
TV / VCR 14", with remote & manual.
Good condition. $20.
near: sw Eight Street and the Turnpike, Miami, Florida
text: 201-298-3549 -Xavier
Toshiba analog CRT TV/VCR with remote & manual.
-front AV (white/yellow) inputs. rear cable input.
-lightweight, solid built-in handles.
-easy wake, sleep, and weekly recording scheduler.
-use as an alarm & DVR-substitute.
listing: http://miami.craigslist.org/mdc/app/3743510559.html
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labels: TV for Sale, TV/VCR, VCR, For Sale, Miami
Saturday, 14 July 2012
You Pray for Understanding...
July 13/14, 2012. 1:49am:
Dark times. Days are avoidant battles. Nights, escapist insomnia. Dreams: of being attacked, chased, and falling. Enduring.
Surviving... doesn't vibe with sociability, Not as I know it. All me, I know. ...mostly me.
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I think, I think I am starting to understand, some things... We choose, sometimes. Other times, we fear and avoid what we know -- overwhelmed, and there is no choice at all. The longing for distraction and presence of the known uncomfortable so beyond our capacity... This, is not freedom, but there is an IS to it, and that IS is worth accepting, and seeing lucidly.
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You pray for understanding, come what may, and find that what made sense, and seemed to be working, is now all inside-out and around-about, a mashed-hash of sense, light, color and sound, turned at odds with what you just thought known, and certain.
I don't want to, but a believe, there is, and it can be found, some... loving-purpose in this, this "Chased, falling, avoidant-yet-longing Being".
Dark times. Days are avoidant battles. Nights, escapist insomnia. Dreams: of being attacked, chased, and falling. Enduring.
Surviving... doesn't vibe with sociability, Not as I know it. All me, I know. ...mostly me.
---
I think, I think I am starting to understand, some things... We choose, sometimes. Other times, we fear and avoid what we know -- overwhelmed, and there is no choice at all. The longing for distraction and presence of the known uncomfortable so beyond our capacity... This, is not freedom, but there is an IS to it, and that IS is worth accepting, and seeing lucidly.
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You pray for understanding, come what may, and find that what made sense, and seemed to be working, is now all inside-out and around-about, a mashed-hash of sense, light, color and sound, turned at odds with what you just thought known, and certain.
I don't want to, but a believe, there is, and it can be found, some... loving-purpose in this, this "Chased, falling, avoidant-yet-longing Being".
Friday, 6 July 2012
Unsociable Facades of Sociability
"Doubt and faith are friends. The enemy of faith is fear.
The doubt I speak of is that of an honest, open mind; not that of one closed by prejudice." -BH
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The honesty part is a big catch: we don't "get" honesty much. Too difficult, and too threatening...
We pretend to be too "sociable" now to be -that- kind of social, to permit our multi-faceted, vulnerable reality to dance with this seemingly-expedient illusion. Unless a crisis comes up: then honesty is a comfort again, so we take shelter there... until the storm passes. Then its easy to put our bullsh*t on parade, and disdain vulnerability yet again.
Of course, the quote above is right, but assuming the joke at the cost of our contact with reality is just so much more fun (read: less risky)!
...Or is it?
The doubt I speak of is that of an honest, open mind; not that of one closed by prejudice." -BH
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The honesty part is a big catch: we don't "get" honesty much. Too difficult, and too threatening...
We pretend to be too "sociable" now to be -that- kind of social, to permit our multi-faceted, vulnerable reality to dance with this seemingly-expedient illusion. Unless a crisis comes up: then honesty is a comfort again, so we take shelter there... until the storm passes. Then its easy to put our bullsh*t on parade, and disdain vulnerability yet again.
Of course, the quote above is right, but assuming the joke at the cost of our contact with reality is just so much more fun (read: less risky)!
...Or is it?
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