Holy Fuck

First, I suppose that I ought to comment on Michael Moore. He kicked some serious ass. I don't care what anyone else thinks of him, last night he was really on the ball. I'll admit that he's usually very one sided, but he was very open minded. As Casey mentioned, he poked fun at democrats, commended republicans for their unrelenting drive, and didn't set Kerry on a throne. "Bush and Kerry both suck. That's why I'm voting for Kerry." He dubbed that our new slogan.

It was just one of those events that you had to see. Republican, democrat, liberal, radical, you had to go. Some day I'm going to tell my little blue-eyed bohemian urchins that I was there at the beginning of Michael Moore's tour, that it was amazing, and that no matter what anyone said about how biased he was, or how he played into our emotions just like any politician might, he is just what we need now. We need someone to go overboard with us, we need to see something horrific, something satirized, something more than life sized to pull our eyes away from our distractions. Whatever else he may not do, Moore gets the people to look, and to really see, and in today's world it's so rare.

Onwards to the title. Holy fuck...

Casey, that was absolutely beautiful. (If that was all just prompted by that Mooby hat, tho, I'm going to come over there and hurt you, lol.) I don't even know what to say, it was just amazing.

I wish I could say things just like that, but I can't. Poetry is so much easier because it says everything, but it doesn't say anything at all. I guess I am seriously trapped in our linguistic web of symbolic representation of meaning. (Reminder: English Major) It's almost fitting that people are starting to find out so soon, since it's moving fast anyways. But then again, I don't believe in time. It's why I can't wear watches. I won't be goverened by the minutes and the hours like the majority of people. At least, not until it becomes direly and tragically necessary. If we had to wait so many minutes to realize that something's real, and then so many more minutes (for propriety) to tell someone, while at the same time had so many minutes left until we stopped breathing... I don't want to know the numbers.

Three weeks or three years, what's the appropriate length of time to wait before you declare you're in love? How long until you know? There isn't a guidebook for things like that, so fuck the minutes. They're so short anyways, and who would waste time counting when you could be loving someone?

Here's to letting time go by with the ones you love.