" and how, how i wish i, i had talked to them,

and i wish they fit into the plan

and we were tired of being mild

we were so tired of being mild

and we were tired..."

TABLES AND CHAIRS. ANDREW BIRD

Yasou! Now you know how to greet people in Greek! (thanks for that flickr... your language of the day makes me feel a tad bit more cultural)

just as a pre-cursor to this entry, id like to say that i am tirelessly in awe of the world. insatiably so. i could eat it up and never be full. ever!

its people, perhaps, that amaze me the most. the infinitivity (im using my artistic liscense and creating a word here) of them, and we all have so much to offer to this world. i wonder why i think so much about my life, when i learn so much more when i listen to others talk about their own lives. and being in boston surrounded by thousands other souls, each as complex and intricate as i believe myself to be.. i think im going to live in a city when im older, or ill go crazy. cities are where it becomes most clear to me; i realize my life as this line that ive been following, a straight one it seems since im looking straight down on it. but then sourounded by so many others, i realized they are each doing exactly the same thing, and there are billions of other lines of lives in this world, and in that city i was surrounded by a great diversity of them. it hit me that my line is not straight at all, its curved and twisted and has its peaks and hollows, that all run parallel, perpendicular, or touches lightly the crisscrossed lines of a thousand other lives, all brought together for this one random two-hour event one night. i need to look up more, i then thought, because im missing out on seeing the pattern of so many other lines than cross mine without even me noticing... and im sure these lines of our worlds come together into a stunning masterpiece of our entire universe, yet i wouldnt know for sure. i havent completely looked up yet. (but im beginning to peek, i hope thats a start.)

and then i thought that i owe it all to andrew bird for bringing these thousands lively, light and thriving lives into my consciousness, and how amazing he must feel to be able to bring together so many with the power of his unifying music. and he was up there talking about eating a brain, becoming an animal and described a transluscent pulsating jellyfish-- and when he sang he unharnessed this passion that his own lyrics awake in him, and he thrashed around on the stage, his personal form of dancing, to the striking notes of his lilting, distinctive whistle. ive never wanted to be able to whistle more in my life. and i worshipped him for a majority of the concert, before wondering if maybe he was a normal, faulted human just like everyone i was surrounded by.

but ive decided thats not possible, and hes an exception to the universal law of human-averageness.

wow i probably make no sense. ill blame it on the fact that its very very late. or very early depending on how you look at it. i might delete this post once i get some sleep, re-read it, and find out im slightly mentally insane.

maybe.

"I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom i knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience.... Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?"

-- WALDEN. THOREAU