Fuck it, let the games begin, new year.
People from the matrix, just try not the keep your head too deep inside your ass. If we don’t do anything, we won’t be anybody. Because that’s not half the battle. That’s the whole war. Soldier on. No matter what. Truth is truth. To the end of reckoning. Just saying.
Is it only me or the big twenty-ten seems too futuristic?
I’m sorry i’m from the eighties, so…
Mention to anyone with computer savvy that your laptop has somehow gotten slower over recent months and they’ll ask you the same thing: “have you defragmented your hard drive?” Defragmenting works by taking small slivers of information stored in various locations and consolidating them so that they’re in the same place on the drive and thus easier to access in larger chunks. Hard drive fragmentation is a great metaphor for - if not a literal manifestation of - what’s happened to our brains over years and years of processing small bursts of information. 2009 took fragmentation to a whole new level given the rise of Twitter and the social acceptance of texting people as a substitute to making phone calls.
That’s where the one week digital cleanse comes in. I’ll be defragmenting my mental and psychological hard drive during the first seven days of the new year, and I invite you all to participate.
The cleanse will begin at 9am on January 1. This gives everyone a chance to text and tweet their new year’s well wishes, and theoretically begins upon waking up the morning of January 1. The cleanse will end at 9am on January 8.
Guidelines:
*email only from laptop or desktop computers
*cell phones can only be used to make calls, and no text messages or e-mails are allowed - if you receive a text, you must reply in voice over the phone. E-mails must be returned from a laptop or desktop computer.
*no use of Twitter or any other social networking site - this includes reading as well as posting.
*no visiting of any entertainment or gossip sites. (No need to detail which ones - you know what they are.)
I floated the idea last week on Twitter to see if anyone could envision themselves doing this, and the responses were interesting; some said they could definitely do it, but many were resigned to the idea, calling it impossible. If it is impossible, than my theory is already proven and we’re in big trouble as a society.
This can be done, people. Do it with me. When we pop back up on the grid on January 8, let’s trade stories on what it felt like, how hard it was, and maybe how hard it actually wasn’t.
JM
Fake. Improbability. Nothing actually real. Just part of your imagination. A trick from a bruised brain. Under the shades. Believe? Trust? Believe me? Believe yourself. Only. Or not. Just words. Hoping find it’s way out. An act. A bad act. Not an act at all. No prizes. Comings and goings.
Alright. Just gimme a moment while I talk my testicles into this ending.
” - Guys…”
I just hitted Stanley performing “Eleanor Rigby” this morning and somehow, it seemed right.
So here I am: Cold, to share this feeling of “rightness”. If you get it, you’ll get it.
When you think about December 31st, what’s the first thing that pops out of your head immediately? Sex? No! Closure. That’s all we’re looking for at the end of the day. At least the smart ones. Or the other way around, why not?! We’re all in the same boat anyway. Of course the popularity of stupid people grows a lot every year but still… let’s not make them feel bad. It’s Christmas already. And I’m done watching Emos killing themselves, so…
But the thing is: What is actually “closure” for you? Have you thought about a new year’s resolution or you’re self-confident enough that despite everything that went wrong this whole year, you know that deep inside everything will be fine in the end? And all you need to do is “Clarity it up”. I mean, forget about the past, the future and focus yourself on the moment. Grow roots and stick yourself right there and feel everything you’re able to feel inside that space you’re in.
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