meditations.

i did this awhile back. and, heaven forbid this turns too journal-y, but these are the lessons that i think i've picked up thus far. i was inspired a bit by those esquire "the way i see it" interviews, where there's never a question--the answers from the interviewee are just...there

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the universe tends to work itself out.

nothing is static. constants change and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that—not now, not ever. static is equitable to stagnation, and that's the worst thing for progressive, growing people.


mostly everyone I love is far away. and there's less wrong with that than one would think. that realization of "everyone I love is far away" hits once in awhile, and of course, it hurts a lot at first. but you've got to say "there's a reason I love them"—and there is. Their gifts and talents take them to far-off places where they can ply their craft. "They're incredible people, and that's why you love them"…and when you realize that it's a gift to have them and to love them and to be loved by them. and they know where to find me. and I know where to find them. and that will never change.



we're always exactly where we need to be.



big problems are usually blown out of proportion and are never really worth worrying about. it's the little things that creep out of nowhere that one should watch out for—but they're impossible to see until they're there, so, really, it's not worth worrying about anything. worrying is so counter-productive. so don't worry. ever.



zero percent of the time do we ever one-hundred percent fail.



love is simple: it's when you truthfully care more about said person than you do yourself. it's a simple concept, but it's hard to realize or achieve or find—like learning to fish and actually fishing. and on the fishing note, both love and and fishing about being simultaneously proactive and incredibly patient.



when in doubt, leave it out--unless it's the truth. it's always about the truth. always.



deciding on taking a jacket in spring is hard. it's like being prepared for the worst and hoping for the best. but, then you'll end up carrying something in your hands that you don't need to worry about—it just turns into another thing you may lose, and we all know we already have way too many things that meet that criteria in our lives.



putting yourself out there may seem corny, but do it. it'll be better for all parties in the end. best case scenario? you'll end up with a friend and a good story. worst case scenario? you've got a good story and a jerk who you didn't really want in your life anyway. we do miss one-hundred percent of the shots that we don't take and only 57% of the shots that we do. I'll take my chances, thank you very much.


don't shave for a few days. it's a subtle rebellion.



make sure your clothes fit. you don't want to look like you're living someone else's life.



as long as you know your aim is true, you're golden. everything else will come.



it's never as late as it seems…or it's always way later than you think. rule of thumb: infomercials? not late. "becker"? this comes on after infomercials. once becker is on, you know it's probably a bit too late to get a restful, fulfilling sleep. sorry.



don't ever try to have it all figured out. you never will. of this, I am absolutely sure.



whether you work on something for four hours or forty or four hundred, you'll still find something wrong with it. always always always.. learn to say when. It's like giving your work birthmarks and scars—they're representations of who we are at that particular point in time. Our imperfections are beautiful and are more telling of who we are than anything else.



To revisit "becker" (in a way): seeing "saved by the bell" is never a bad thing—once this is on, it's actually tv's best attempt at apologizing that you were up all night and trying to make it up to you by saying "good morning" as best as it possibly can.



I used to think that if clothes made the man, music defined the soul. but I listen to the spice girls, and I am not a pre-pubescent girl (and never was, to the best of my knowledge). conversely, I also listen to merzbow. Accordingly, I do not think I am clinically insane. somewhere between the two, though—which actually isn't saying much about me other than that I'm pretty normal.



that robot voice in Michael jackson's "PYT" at the bridge? why? on that note, I'm impressed Kanye could incorporate the chipmunk voice in the song in one of his own pieces and have it sound exactly like the chipmunks that can be found in 36% of his other songs.



you'd be surprised at how little people talk about you.

you'd also be pleased to know that someone is always thinking the world of you.


Ironically, from the mouth of thom yorke: lighten up, squirt.