I saw Matt Bennett on Broadway while walking from the 11 stop to Cafe Metropolitain. I think that brings seeing all kinds of people I know full circle, when I see people from Maine on the street in Seattle.

Not a bad day overall, walked around with Meredith and chatted about people and relationships. It’s comforting that other people think about this shit, because I’m convinced most just blow it off or over-simplify bits in an defensive move. I caught “I am Legend” which was good but not the best choice when you’re looking for a movie to tell you that everything is all right in the world. Now I’m at Cafe Metro catching a beer and a veggie dog as some people are dropping in later and not being able to find anyone currently on the hill (dodgeball! you fail me!) I just came here. With stress induced physical ailments you’d think I’d just go home and have a quiet night alone but I’m desperate to converse and connect with people lately, gotta convince myself humanity is worth keeping around.

He had this idea. It was kind of a virologist idea. He believed that you could cure racism and hate… literally cure it, by injecting music and love into people’s lives. When he was scheduled to perform at a peace rally, a gunman came to his house and shot him down. Two days later he walked out on that stage and sang. When they asked him why – He said, “The people, who were trying to make this world worse… are not taking a day off. How can I? Light up the darkness.”

I’m a big fan of a positive attitude. Of course, I’m also super sarcastic, but I hope it stays positive. I may just be running out of patience perhaps. Lately I’ve been getting really frustrated with people and their seemingly endless criticism. I think this ties into thinking about “doers”. I chatted today about the difficulty with art is that it’s such a personal thing and when it’s critiqued the meaning very well could be lost, or any meaning at all could be missed as the interpretation is in the eye/ear of the beholder. I’d have to think for a while to come up with lists of things I object to and complain about. I’d think most of it would have to do with people and their actions that require patience.

I had a memory recently, an old one, of probably my first computer job ever back in middle school. Of course, being under a certain age I couldn’t legally work, I think it was an internship or something. Besides the point though. I remember taking my neighbor Mike in with me one day and showing some things and I recall my boss telling me to have more patience and take it slow as he was coming from a different place than me. I thought about that for a while today as I’ve taught classes and helped a bunch of people since then, and I wonder where my level of patience has laid over the years. I desire some sort of graph, possibly linked to my facebook account and shit.

Action, adventure, a jedi craves not these things.

I was talking today about how bizarre it is to feel like your desires are simple but somehow they’re so hard to attain. Meredith and I got laughing about the ‘I just want an honest man’ stereotype/quote and I rebuked with something similar from a male stereotype counterpoint. In claiming that my desires are simple I’ve been thinking a bit about what they are.

Anthony showed up though, so that’ll be a rant for another night.