snowBound

I am on board the Paris-Zurich train for a weekend of snow and ski. The bunny hill and ski instructor will probably feature prominently in the next few days seeing as this will be my first time skiing. Growing up in Florida, skiing always seemed like such a terribly exotic (and privileged) thing to do. And wearing my recently-purchased ski goggles around the house the past few days still made it feel that way. But I love how strange I feel when I say “I am going skiing.” Before time and repetition erode and render mundane the mystery of existence, I want to experience as many new things as possible. So off I go. To ski. To watch water metamorphose into snow. I will navigate the beginner course with the 5-year olds. I hope that it will help me to begin to measure the distance between ocean and snow.

strings of epiphanies

I'm a new soul I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take. But since I came here felt the joy and the fear finding myself making every possible mistake - "new soul," yael naim.

I think that marketing groups have me in mind when constructing their cunning campaigns to instigate overpowering waves of lust for whichever coveted item is being mythologized: I saw the ad for the new macbook air. I fell in love. I went to the itunes stores to download the song to my new ipod nano (then youtubed the video to my video ipod). I am now completely convinced (programmed) that the only thing that yael naim and I need to safeguard ourselves from every possible mistake is a new macbook air. I do. I really believe this. I also do know that this hysteria will ebb in a few days, when I stop soundtracking all my Parisian peregrinations to this song. But for now, I am going to ride this string of lights. Just a little bit longer; just as long as it takes for me to realize that these mistakes I think that I am making are actually not mistakes. They are just me re-framing...that silence that I think is fear is only that wonderful moment when the walls fall down.