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WHERE DOES DUST COME FROM???

admin — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 00:43:37 +0000

It is an ancient myth that dust is actually made up from the bones of Gods and Goddesses, dried upon this earth like a crusty film of dead skin cells. They left bits of themselves down here, so that as they watch on from above, they will feel connected and implemented in a way that is better than feeling nothing at all. In the sky, their eyes fall upon us in long shafts of light, a gently combing hand with fingers slick as salt and smooth as sand.

Today, me and the other atheists have more or less come to the consensus that dust is just dust, and the earth must be exfoliated & freed from the layers of grime the ancients left behind. Rather than being somewhat magical, a sprinkling, if-you-will, of a potent blend of indescribable material that could have drifted down from any far-off body of lust— dust is just the residue of nothing. It collects in places that have no reason to exist other than to fill space between meaningful structure and activity. Under the bed, dust lives a heavy life, cluttering the air with the build-up of nothing at all. In the corners, dust collects in ghost-like webs of cast-off atoms; the particles of life that chipped away and were left like so many un-ripened fruits gone to waste.

Perhaps the philosophical implications of dust could be looked upon through a more magnified lens, and we could learn a great deal about the constructs of this earth and its tendency to spin and spin. If there’s anything that can be gleaned from the proverbs of societies past, we all should know by now that ‘a rock only gets smaller,’ and time only moves in one direction. Perhaps when the world was born, every rock was whole, and every particle existed as a finite component to a well-defined orb-like entity. Now, as the world continues to revolve around the sun, each entity has become less and less whole, and more dust has begun to drift outwards. Dust leaks into the air, turns the oceans to sludge, and corrupts the youth. The housewives of the 50s had it right in devoting their lives to the prevention of caked-in-by-dust syndrome— as the dust flies, so does the time.

Dust is merely the hourglass of the world, building up as we all die away, becoming less and less whole as time saunters on. There is nothing that can solve this problem, until the nanobots of the future are able to generate perfectly whole units from dust itself. However, at this point humans will have done away with time in and of itself, and we will be able to fly forth into the future with all the glittering space ships of so many proverbial dreams. As soon as time means nothing, so will dust— but until then, we must be wary, and always carry a sham cloth in hand.

Back to School, Oh, Back to School?

admin — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 21:47:13 +0000

BY LIZ G.

Since I left college, I have been having dreams about it at least twice a week. Last night’s was particularly easy to analyze. It was move-in day, and my parents and I made our way to room 329 loaded down with my stuff. When I got there, though, there were a bunch of girls already in the room. “Yeah, this one’s full,” one said, and I turned to go.

Yesterday I realized that in two weeks I would normally be going back to school. I think this dream was my recognition of the fact that I couldn’t go back, and even if I could, it wouldn’t be the same. My freshman dorm room was 429, one number off from the room in the dream, which was filled with strangers.

I have a friend who graduated in 2008 who had just as much difficulty finding a job as I’m having. He got turned down for a position at American Eagle because he didn’t have manager experience, even though he did have a degree from one of the best colleges in the country. When he found out that that college went need-blind, he figured out that he, newly independent and broke, might be eligible for a free ride. He called the admissions office to see if he could pick up a second degree. “Sorry,” they said. “We don’t accept people who already have degrees.”

“Would you really want to do college all over again?” I asked him when he told me this story. “All your friends would be gone, and the kids would be so much younger than you.” He confessed that he didn’t know. He’ll be starting his second year teaching English in South Korea soon.

I don’t think I would want to do it all again, but damn if I don’t miss it like hell. September 1st is my scary deadline. I told myself it would be okay as long as I had a job and an apartment by then. This is because for the past four years I’ve been back at school by then, reconnecting with all of my friends, buying books, reading syllabi and gulping at the work ahead of me. Now it looks quite likely that I’ll still be here, in my parents’ house, working my way through Craigslist and The Sopranos. When you compare the two it doesn’t seem quite as ridiculous that my friend wanted to make like Billy Madison and go back to school. I’ll let you know how it goes, my first summer in eighteen years that won’t end with new pens and new teachers. Maybe he had the right idea after all.

TWITTER LIZ: @lizgalvao

ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN… ONE HUGE PILGRIMMAGE FOR A FLEA.

admin — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 07:12:56 +0000

Hello, there.

It is Sunday night, the great period of time during which life comes to a cadence, as candles burn to the ends of their wicks and the witches of the weekend go back into their weekday hideaways. Tonight is the first Sunday in a while where I’ve had that little voice in the back of my head that says, “Hey! YOU have to get up EARLY tomorrow!” Yes, it’s true. No more sleeping ’till lunch, because Willa got a job!

I’m not sure how it happened. Mostly, the sun and the stars aligned with my lucky number (236) to create a powerful swell of good luck. I don’t know if you believe in magic, or if I believe in magic for that matter. BUT, all matters aside, my grandmother’s opal ring cracked and fell apart last week, and since then it’s been real smooth sailing around these parts.

(FOOTNOTE: Opals, birthstone of Libras, are known to bring horrible luck to those non-Libras who sport them glamorously upon their finger limbs)

Suddenly, a vague list of “things I need to do” has evolved into a more detailed schedule of “places I need to be to accomplish various tasks and receive monetary compensation.” GASP! I am on my way towards true participatory citizenship in this gr8 capitalist nation.

If everything happens for a reason, I’ll definitely update as soon as I know the reason why I suddenly got a job, just after starting a blog about not having one. But, let it be known: this is not a blog about being unemployed or poor or lazy. No, no, no. Alternatively, it is about the job of living a purposely aimless life, where all sensationalism aside there is really no other goal besides feeling good. And God, sometimes that’s the hardest job of all.