7/24/2021

i am in this writerʻs class... the way it usually runs (at least for now) is the instructor gives a prompt (usually a word, although it could be a scenario), and we write lines for a script for a few seconds to a few minutes. anyway, at one point, the instructor said "worry", and i wrote "worry has a time, and that time is 3 am." what was funny was that another student in the class wrote something along similar lines. she wrote: "3 am... i wake up each morning and i worry until sunrise." it was a funny/odd connection...

...but itʻs 3 am again (or maybe more precisely, itʻs 4:20).

i recall, when the kids were 10 years younger or so, that i would wake up and haunt the halls of the house. i would go into the kidsʻ rooms and whisper, "i love you," like some kind of ghost (i would do the same to my wife, sleeping in her dreams). i canʻt remember what would disturb me. there is always always always something in life to be anxious about... money matters. the trajectory of your children. health issues... always there is, and always there will be...

there is always also a perpetual sense of regret, and it is something that doesnʻt necessarily grow, but it just seems more prevalent, more ever present. iʻve come to the conclusion that itʻs largely ridiculous to feel too much regret, or rather, that it is an inevitable part of life to feel regret. life is all about choices- choices that are made or not, or rather, choices that weʻre aware of or not. i think to breathe is a choice. even to dream in the depths of sleep is a choice. and weʻre constantly making them. weʻre largely blind to them, we canʻt help but be, but we still make them. and each choice wends a path through this woods, through this rapids, and even if we lay ariadneʻs web behind us, we will never be able to remake the choice, to redo it, to go back. and thereʻs inevitable regret in that, this idea that things could have been different. and perhaps they could have, but thereʻs no use in bemoaning that, because itʻs gone... and anyway, we have so much right here, so many other choices to make, so busy-busy-busy making choices...

what i want to say is this: life is incredibly incredibly short. i know we always hear that, we always perhaps say it ourselves. but it is. you think youʻre one thing, and youʻre so busy taking care of becoming that one thing, and then before you know it, youʻre something else. the world has changed. people are gone. people have grown. and the towers you thought you were building for one moment- for example, that swing set and that backyard play area you were working so hard to cultivate- why, the children are too old, and they donʻt want to play there any more... all these investments you make turn out to be irrelevant to the ever changing present...

i think my writing is a stubborn dream. and i hold to it. it may be irrelevant... but i think itʻs not so much about producing anything that would be read or celebrated by anyone else. itʻs more about me attempting to bind back my life, and find a meaning in it that perhaps only i would appreciate...

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among my insights (lately)... i keep associating my brother with the first chinese brother, the one who swallowed the sea. and i have a story for that association, about how he swallowed so much water teaching himself how to swim- and perhaps tears- that he essentially swallowed a sea. and how he might say that it was all for the sake of others- like myself- that he did this. when actually, it was always for himself... i also have ideas about this idea of trajectories. one of deanʻs friends is a literal rocket scientist, and i wanted to have this notion that, because of his friendship, my brother gave this friend the confident to have faith in trajectories, and to become a rocket scientist... but in the process, i wanted to say that he stole away my sisterʻs trajectory (in the story, she is the dragon princess, which is actually a carp that wants to jump a waterfall to become a dragon... only, she canʻt). the message is, yes, my brother has contributed to the world- the larger world- but it has come at a cost in terms of what he has taken away from my family... something no one ever talks about...

i also wanted to make mention of urashima taroʻs treasure box, somehow. this thing that holds time. "time in a bottle" essentially... and why anyone would want to hold back time?

*****

wherever and whoever you are, try your best, live your life, fulfill all your nagging obligations... just do your best to do what is right... because truly truly truly: life is short. life is so incredibly short.

7/21/2021

i apologize for not being more diligent in writing in this blog. to be honest, iʻve been busier than usual, even though it was the summertime. i have been trying my best to earn enough money to send my daughter over to berkeley, which costs about $60,000 a year (at least). so i took on a couple of classes at the acupuncture school, and taught summer hub (summer school). i also have a gig developing an online lesson on hawaiian shark teeth, through nprʻs educator phenomenon forum. so between those three things, itʻs been pretty hectic. not to mention just sort of keeping up with other things, like the car maintenance, or coaching robotics. i get tired at the end of the day, and i just stopped doing my routines...

sometimes keeping busy keeps me from thinking about things overmuch. like the fact that my daughter will be leaving soon. it seems so swift, the passage of time. i remember not so long ago when i would hold her up in the air laughing... or i would do her hair in pony tails so she could go to preschool... her happy laughter. when did that little girl transform into this woman? iʻm not sure... i suppose it happened at the same time that this youngish father began to turn old and decrepit, lol.

iʻm still working on the writing of that stupid story. at times, i have faith that just hanging with it will eventually lead to something. it seems sometimes that persistence opens up a new pathway, a new perspective on the writing, and iʻm able to proceed just a little... but then, i end up writing myself into blind corners. it gets really frustrating. thereʻs no core, or structure, that can prevent you from making these mistakes, because you are the one weaving this house of lies from thin air. you make the walls, you make the rooms, and if itʻs not believable, well, that omnipotence of creation comes with a price, because you can definitely make something incongruous and ridiculous; nothingʻs stopping you from doing that.

i havenʻt drawn anything in a while.

i also havenʻt practiced japanese in a while.

i also also havenʻt done taijiquan in forever.

and my health is probably going. i just eat and sleep. and cough. i have this insistent nagging itch and irritation in my throat. itʻs definitely not covid, but itʻs just a sensitivity in my throat to the things that i eat: especially greasy things. i wish the irritation would settle down, but it hasnʻt gone away in probably years. i suppose that now that i have insurance, i should visit a doc and get it checked out. but i tend to put things off when it comes to my own self-maintenance... heck, maybe iʻve got cancer, colon cancer, who knows...

there really isnʻt much to update you all on. my life is just routines that i put off and routines that i honor. iʻm just trying to survive, and keep up with the endless obligations. i hope you are alright, reader, and things are going okay for you. i think that the way the world is going right now, we all just need some moments where it seems like things are alright... i think if you narrow your focus, and your context, you can at least pretend a peace. like, i canʻt control tomorrow, and i canʻt answer for yesterday, but in this moment, in this inescapable, fleeting moment, i can just- i donʻt know- be...

and with that little piece of bs, iʻll leave you... till the next check in.

dream 7/11/2021

i canʻt recall all the details of this dream. i do remember standing next to this beautiful woman, in a room with people all lined up, as in some kind of dance. and we would all be cued to do the motions for some kind of dance. i recall one "line" of the song had people clapping their hands, and the woman suggested that i clap behind my back (apparently that was more "in style"). the line wrapped around the room, and so i could see the back of one large dude somewhat across the room. he was wearing this big t-shirt. he was a big framed korean dude. anyway, it seemed as if he was looking for some "company" (i recall the word "sticky" as in warrior), and the person who headed the place (i guess you could call him the pimp) laughed at him. and then when i saw the big dudeʻs face in profile, i could see why. his head was somewhat chinless, and resembled the pale extension of some worm, with his neck rising up straight to his buck-toothed maw. and the skin was covered in pink and purple zits. he certainly didnʻt look desirable. but i thought to myself that i was sure that all sorts of ugly went through whorehouses, and the workers couldnʻt be picky about their clientelle... still, it seemed as though he wasnʻt going to get any that night.

somehow the dream transferred over to the big korean guyʻs line of work. he was apparently some sort of delivery boy in a very cutthroat and competitive field. he would ride/drive this compact one seater (it resembled some sort of bicycle, only it had a thin shell of some sort of flimsy metal wrapped around its entirety like a burrito). i watched as one competitor raced down this grassy hill, only to crash and tumble down the slope, while the big korean guy had discovered a hidden path around the slopeʻs periphery...

near the bottom, as he was waiting to get his delivery accepted (it looked like he was selling a bunch of different kinds of cigarettes), he noticed one of his other competitors lying in the shade. it was a girl, but she looked like a boy. her hair was cut short and sloppy. she was lying in the grass, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, with twigs all over her. you could just see the shape of her nipples poking sharply, through the t-shirt. apparently, she was the master at this game of competition, and here he was, seeing her in a moment of rest...

[thatʻs all i really remember/]