As I did last year, it's the Day of Silence, a day for gay rights advocacy, and I'm participating. It's a cool rainy day. The snow has melted, the birds have returned, soon leaves will be on the trees and flowers will blossom. The grass has already grown a bright green and the worms have emerged all over the sidewalks. Everything seems to be waking up. The people are happier, even inside their own sadness and self-perpetuated pessimism. My mind has been rather busy as of late. The prospect of college next year, and my love for all things not work has allowed me to thoroughly lose track of much of my school work. Any free time this weekend will go towards that.
Many things in store, but today I wanted to talk about some other things. Perhaps it's just me, but I was riding my bike home the other day and I saw two women crossing the street just laughing, laughing their hearts out, the looked like they were about to fall over. I cannot say what they were laughing about, but the one thought that crossed my mind as I rode by them was, "They must be plastered," and it occurred to me that they could very well not have had any alcohol and still be laughing. Do we just naturally assume that if adults are ecstatic or laughing their heads off that they're either on drunk or high? It seems strange to me, personally, since I wouldn't be the first to say that I'm one of the cleaner 17-year-olds on the planet (I've never even tasted coffee). I got to thinking about it. "When does this start?" I wondered. It seems that anyone older than 13-years-old is not allowed to be truly joyful in this country unless they're intoxicated. It's a fallacy that was created by the liqueur companies decades ago, when life really wasn't all too great. The twenties and thirties, people created this fake happiness out of speakeasies and gang violence. Women were still oppressed, blacks were being lynched, the war had just ended, and the great depression was just beginning.
I see the world, I see my beautiful friends faces, I see people on the bus enjoying each-other's temporary company, and I wonder why anyone would ever want to get away from it all. Why isn't it okay to just be happy? Why is being old, being adult, being mature supposed to be so dreadful? I hope to live my life in a place where happiness, where joy, where beauty is real, not virtual and created by some kind of substance. Today, even if you don't speak, if you can just sit back and laugh, for any reason. Do it.
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I'm beginning a final project for my writing class. I will be making three video poems. Now, the term "video-poem" is not a medium that many people are familiar with, it is a rather interesting format. Think of it as as a music video, only instead of music there is poetry, and instead of the musician there is the poet. This will be a way for me to pull in both the film piece that I am fond of, as well as the writing poetry that I love. I suspect my first poem that I will adapt for film will be Thursday February 21 2008. I plan to add more to it, since it's only about two and a half minutes long.
Other projects are on hold, unless they manage to seep their way into this project. Art school has a way of getting me to do my projects with a bit less procrastination than elsewise. Whenever it may be, the next deviations that you see from me will be in film. Now I'm left to wait for a little bit of sunshine.
Then, suddenly, through some crazy happenstance that nobody saw coming... everything turned out okay.
Have a wonderful spring everyone! 
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