Flashback Pix from SXSW
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Originally uploaded by Nicole Lee.
I’ve been pulling the adult thing at work.
Coming in on time. Addressing and escalating projects, putting out the professional communications, and wearing the adultlike shoes and avoiding wearing my hoodies in the workplace. I even brought a plant in to the office.
But inside, I still really feel like a kid. A total young’n dork. With a penchant for whimsy.
One of the better compliments I’ve heard in a while was from Mr. Andy who stated,
“Hey, but you’re a really cute drunk”
Yeah.
This pic reminds me that I’m sometimes pretty damn mischievous and dorky still.
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Last night watched Sin City.
Gorgeous film. Pulp dialogue. Interesting thunks spinning out of it associated with identity and the cruxes that everyone carries as a result of identity, a world of black & white, morality that falls painfully beyond the black and white, and how sometimes pain is the only reality that people know and can respond to.
Followed up by reading this book that a friend loaned me recently. Mysticism in the dessert. Mages & trying to summon the presence of angels. Pulp in it’s own fashion. Followed by reading a chapter of “The God Who Won’t Let Go” by Peter G. Van Breemen which guides me through some meditations on personal faith and acceptance in a multi-hued and pixilated universe of myriad depths and textures. Follow that on with starting through the introduction of Moral Maxims by Francois LA Rochefoucauld, - originally published in French during the 1600s.
From Francois LA Rochefoucauld:
103.–Those who know their minds do not necessarily know their hearts.
109.–Youth changes its tastes by the warmth of its blood, age retains its tastes by habit.
114.–We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and betrayed by our friends, yet still we are often content to be thus served by ourselves.
118.–The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.
119.–We become so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that at last we are disguised to ourselves.
One considers those that are sins against God and sins against one another. Everyday circumstances and the analogies that trickle out like blood and breath from the seams of our daily life.
Not everything is sin.
And certainly very little is Black or White.
And yeah, inside my head today, I’m a little pink.
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