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The Adi Granth on women

I have found a lot of positives in the religion of Sikhism. It is the only religion I know of in which women are of equal status as men. This is what is written in their version of The Bible, or the Koran:

We are born of woman,
we are conceived in the womb of woman,
we are engaged and married to woman.
We make friendship with woman
and the lineage continued because of woman.
When one woman dies,
we take another one,
we are bound with the world through woman.
We grow up stronger and wiser having drunk milk from the breast of woman.
Why should we talk ill of her,
who gives birth to Kings?
The woman is born from woman;
there is none without her.
Only the One True Lord is without woman.
(Guru Nanak, Asa Di Var, pg 473)

gum

There is a disgusting man sitting next to me who is smacking his gum like a cow. Why are some people so nasty? Why do they do sick annoying and impolite things like talk on their cell phones so loud the entire store can hear every bit of their lame conversation, or throw hot tea at baristas, or get mad at you when you don't speak Spanish. Why do men think they can scratch their dicks in public and assume it is okay and no one notices? In the words of Regina Spektor:
"Got to get me out of here, this place is full of dirty old men."

Other than that, I am pretty much on the verge of insanity. Nothing new. Currently working on some poetry and listening to the incredible Andrew Bird and trying to stay as calm as possible. Lately the littlest things bug me. Life is being mean to me.
Oh, I also discovered that you should not ever tell someone you like them until they tell you first. Just a let down unless you know for sure the person is hooked. It is basically like a death wish for me to admit my emotions to myself let alone another person.
So I shall continue to live in my little bubble of a fantasy world. I like it better than my reality at the moment.
Maybe some people are not meant to be loved. I guess we have to manage population control some way or another. haaaa.
Well then, I shall attempt to work.
and, im off!

sound of silence

mustaches

Jack White uggggghhh.


So I'm almost done with my first complete sensible short story. I'm so fucking glad. In the process of finishing it I have successfully shot out two neat poems about skeletons. I've been listening to The White Stripes, Arcade Fire and Foxy Shazam nonstop.
Today I went with Beth to Urban Outfitters and got some blue shoes in which I feel like a button. (well, cute as one).
I'm sitting in Starbucks and attempting to finish. Deadline is March 19th. yipes.
I seem to be doing everything but concentrating on what I should be concentrating on.
I had a great hummus wrap today, though. So, there.

no one wants my atoms

I hate staring at my laptop like a zombie. A zombie you be more mindful at this moment. Stuck, like Cinderella's damn slipper in a sloppy mess of pitch on the steps of the palace. So in my frustration I randomly shall post images of space and stills from the film Bright Star directed by Jane Campion.

schizophrenic coffee joint

I'm writing my first real short story. One that I actually intend to finish. I've come up with two characters who are distinct in my mind, but fuzzy on the page. I am having the worst trouble trying to come up with a way to set up a back story for my female character. I don't want to go so into detail because I want to keep it under a certain amount of words. I have been writing this for about 3 days straight and so far I've got the plot all planned out. But I am so critical on my writing, I fear I may get annoyed or bored and shove it to the back of my freakish mind. I am attached now to this story, so I think I will really try to make it work. Maybe I like the challenge.
Writers are crazy. That is my theory. We have to be slightly insane.
If I ever feel lonely or upset with reality I go hang out with my characters that have strangely become more real than I ever expected.
Help me Hemmingway....
Well then, back to work. MUST FINISH.
Ahhh....the sweet sound of fingers tap-tap-tapping across my keyboard..
Any words of wisdom would be greatly appreciated, as always.