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usually, i don't like to share tons of stuff from what i write in my journal. (what do you call them now? journal? diary? secret book?) anyway, i felt like i needed to share this....just to receive some thoughts back..

6.17.08
-Richmond Park, greens and blues in a windy apathy

....maybe if we started valuing people as worthy, important, and dare I say, holy beings, regardless of the status of behavior, words, interactions and perspective, would then we shift to a unified human race that is capable of taking care of each other? god bless the chavs, the disgusting, the toothless. god bless the gays, the immigrants, the weak and scared. god bless the upper middle class white families and the Arabic peninsula. god bless the communist Cubans and Russians and maybe even the empirical British. god bless the self-harmers, the drug addicts, the transients and junkies, the prostitutes, transvestites and hermaphrodites. god bless the deaf, blind, albinos and government officials. god bless the brown, yellow, black, red, white, Nordic, Italian, Native American, mulatto, mestizo, slave, free, priest, sinner, drunkard and goody two shoes.....

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j.wiebe

inspiration comes in waves

you know when things suddenly start to change? when they pick up and you notice it and you have to move in with the flow of whats going on or else your going to be left wanting, stranded on the side of the road, talking to a former professional wrestler with a mullett who has a tattoo of a scorpion on his arm and a wife that wears flannel and can bench press 450 lbs? i am trying to run with that stream and get stuck with the pro wrestler. art is coming. and soon.


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j.wiebe

m. scott

i didn't say it, i declared it...



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j.wiebe

riding to big sur

today was a day of introspection. i woke up and realized i have less time here than i thought. i want it to be full of vitality, depth and hope. i just need to push myself to these things.

i sat on the train yesterday reading 'big sur' by jack kerouac. for those who don't know, kerouac is my all time favorite author. period. i find myself writing like him more and more. whilst i read kerouac, i listened to death cab's new album 'narrow stairs' which features a song by the name of 'bixby canyon bridge' about the exact area on the California coast kerouac spent his time writing 'big sur'. two of my favorite artists, past and present, fusing with my experience here. too good.

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j.wiebe