Highway 61 Re-Revisited

What is the swamp? (A musing phenomenological approach)

Note: The following belongs to a larger narrative context that began here with the story of a green reptile.

There are multiple ways to be green, as with everything. For instance one can never put in balance the liveliness of what it is to be meadow green with the eerie taste of swamp life.

“The one thing we know for sure about swamps is that they do not cast shadows.” Marcus thought. They are grounded beyond belief and impossible to separate from the earth to which they are stuck to. If you dropped a crumb on the ground the sun would notice it. The sun, however does not notice swamps. It sways over them and moves on to more serious things. A swamp cannot be serious. Or anything at all for that matter. A swamp is nothing. A swamp is nothingness. It absorbs and generates as Nothing does, it yields results and self discovery. However, there is no telling where a swamp is, how it starts and why, when acknowledged it should be rendered a swamp and not some other, clear and more functional form of a body of water.

Just how much water, vegetation and ground would one need for a swamp? And in what proportion should they be mixed? It is of great evidence that swamps are very ambiguous. As Nothing is. And at the same time, to anyone that stumbles into it, the swamps is as well very evident, as Nothing is in similar situations.

You can never put your finger on a swamp. You can touch water, earth, leaves, roots, but a swamp will always escape you. As will Nothing. Soon as you realize that you are swamped you are no longer per say “swamped” but troubled. As Nothing flees when one thinks about it, so do swamps when one tries assess them.

Finally, swamps are neither here nor there. Which is not to say that they are nowhere. They can be met, one crosses with them. Enters without knowing and escapes through action. Of course, you would say… as with Nothing.

So what precisely is the beauty of the swamp? That is still to be discussed.

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top 5 tips for rainbow climbers

I think I will make this the beginning of a customized top 5 series. So let’s begin.

1. Pick your goal very carefully

Your precise goal is important determines your method. Are you literally going to climb? Or is your goal just getting to the other side?

To get to the other side consider the following: bribing a leprechaun (the .ro version of rainbow climbing), renting a flying horse (available in Pipera for just 50 eu/30′), befriending ET (check Facebook & Twitter), getting a job with NASA (they’re hiring monkeys).

If you want to climb be sure to bring a very colorful pickaxe, a lucky horseshoe, sweat pants & peanuts. Also, loads of colored shoelaces.

2. Bring someone along

You’re not going to be able to carry the pot of gold all by yourself. So promise to share the profits with someone. Note: do not do business with friends or relatives – they whine.

3. Practice imagination

If you’re a wannabe yuppy looking for a quick way to get rich… you found it. But chances you’ll find a stable rainbow are about as likely as your grandma standing on one foot on the head of a stripper that just bounced from a cake.

That’s why be sure to watch a lot of cartoons & take notes. Also, get on a strict diet. Avoid chemicals (yes, including drugs) & alcohol. Actually, just go into a de-populated forest with nothing to eat or drink for about 4 days and you’ll be all set. Because you’re worth it!

4. Wear a hard hat

Rainbows go up pretty high so there’s a bigger chance that a flying pig will poop on you.

5. Pee before you leave

Peeing on a rainbow is frowned upon. So make sure to go before you go.

Now go out there and whoop some leprechaun ass!

Si in incheiere un moment special pentru toti baietii de la scara B:

Veioza CURCUBEU!

Fantastic!

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leapsa Alexandrei – a fost odata ca niciodata

Alex mi-a transmis leapsa pe blogul ei.

Sunt… tanara

As vrea… sa aiba mai multi oameni simtul umorului.

Pastrez….bilete, ca si Alex. Si oameni.

Mi-as fi dorit… “sa invat sa cant la pian. Dar niciodata nu e prea tarziu.” (tot ca Alex… dar serios)

Nu imi place… sa vad oameni agitandu-se degeaba. Take a chill pill! Mai ales femeile!

Ma tem de… oamenii mai putin bine intentionati.

Aud… doar ce vreau.

Imi pare rau… ca nu l-am cunoscut pe Iisus.

Imi plac… versurile lui Bob Dylan

Nu sunt… atenta.

Dansez… altfel decat bucurestenii mi s-a spus.

Cant… Daffy Duck style.

Niciodata… e probabil sa se-ntample.

Plang cand privesc… cum se-ntuneca mai devreme.

Nu imi place de mine pentru ca… uit cine sunt.

Sunt confuza… tot timpul.

Am nevoie de… apa.

Ar trebui… sa se legalizeze prostitutia.

Pasez leapsa la Lulu si Dowel – desi si Lulu-ei ii sunt datoare a game of tag. Dar inca nu e prea tarziu

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