I used to think that I was into too many things.
I got over that.
This is a collection of what I love, hate, think and do.
I play guitar in a band named Syvia and record, take pictures and videos, write a lot of words and am always working on completing a few new music projects.
I live in Brooklyn, NY. I grew up in South Florida.
Some say you can't trust anyone from down there but I don't trust those people. Give me a ? and I'll give you an .
This made up for missing Beautiful Noise last night. (2nd photo is pre-white sauce)
a delicious and healthy nap.
(Source: Boing Boing)
More in Common Than You’d Thing: Evil Taste (Buff Monster), March 2nd 2012
All this technology is making us antisocial. [via]
Jerkface's TMNT mural, 2014.
“You think and talk too much. You must stop talking to yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
“You talk to yourself too much. You’re not unique at that. Every one of us does that. We carry on an internal talk. Think about it. Whenever you are alone, what do you do?”
“I talk to myself.”
“What do you talk to yourself?”
“I don’t know; anything, I Suppose.”
“I’ll tell you what we talk to ourselves about. We talk about our world. In fact we maintain our world with our internal talk.”
“How do we do that?”
“Whenever we finish talking to ourselves the world is always as it should be. We renew it, we kindle it with life, we uphold it with our internal talk. Not only that, but we also choose our paths as we talk to ourselves. Thus we repeat the same choices over and over until the day we die, because we keep on repeating the same internal talk over and over until the day we die.”
“A warrior is aware of this and strives to stop his talking. This is the last point you have to know if you want to live like a warrior.”
“How can I stop talking to myself?”
“First of all you must use your ears to take some of the burden from your eyes. We have been using our eyes to judge the world since the time we were born. We talk to others and to ourselves mainly about what we see. A warrior is aware of that and listens to the world; he listens to the sounds of the world.”
“A warrior is aware that the world will change as soon as he stops talking to himself” he said, “and he must be prepared for that monumental jolt.”
“What do you mean don Juan?”
“The world is such-and-such or so-and-so only because we tell ourselves that that is the way it is. If we stop telling ourselves that the world is so-and-so. At this moment I don’t think you’re ready for such a momentous blow, therefore you must start slowly to undo the world.”
“I really do not understand you!”
“Your problem is that you confuse the world with what people do. Again you’re not unique at that. Every one of us does that. The things people do are the shields against the forces that surround us; what we do as people gives us comfort and makes us feel safe; what people do is rightfully very important, but only as a shield. We never learn that the things we do as people are only shields and we let them dominate and topple our lives. In fact I could say that for mankind, what people do is greater and more important than the world itself.”
“What do you call the world?”
“The world is all that is encased here,” he said, and stomped the ground. “Life, death, people, the allies, and everything else that surrounds us. The world is incomprehensible. We won’t ever understand it; we won’t ever unravel its secrets. Thus we must treat it as it is, a sheer mystery!”
“An average man doesn’t do this, though. The world is never a mystery for him, and when he arrives at old age he is convinced he has nothing more to live for. An old man has not exhausted the world. He has exhausted only what people do. But in his stupid confusion he believes that the world has no more mysteries for him. What a wretched price to pay for our shields.”
“A warrior is aware of this confusion and learns to treat things properly. The things that people do cannot under any conditions be more important than the world. And thus a warrior treats the world as an endless mystery and what people do as an endless folly.”
—A Separate Reality by Carlos Casteneda (via jonimus)