Based less on the short story by Theodore Sturgeon and more on the fact that comedians are rock stars.
September 8, 2011
Studio
I'm leaving in a few minutes to see a new apartment. It's a studio. I actually love that word, for all of its private, artistic meanings. I'm super excited. More later.
I've noticed a lot of my entries lately have the tag 'anger.' I used to say, when asked what religion I would choose if I was interested in choosing one at all, that I'd be Taoist. The reason is simple: when my philosophy of religion professor taught the lesson on Taoism, it was fifteen minutes long and at the end he summed it up by saying, "Go outside and contemplate the universe. And hug a tree." Sounds good and simple, if you ask me. Anger and Taoism, however, don't seem to go hand-in-hand, so maybe I need to figure out how to get back to that shady spot on the university lawn, back to watching the clouds and leaning against a tree, "back to where I once belonged."
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