November 4, 2004

  • Periphery…

    We live in spheres and circles, spinning, gravitating, and usually staying in orbit, but really always fluctuating, a path that veers and bends.

    I go to university, meet some peeps, hang out, revolve and evolve. I escape the bubble with minor bruises and deeper knowledge pockets, a new universe opened of shining stars to spin amongst.

    What happens when you roam in the same circles as another great floating orb, and yet never really meet?

    This just happened to me and a new found blogger extraordinaire: Madame Bex. We must have spun just by each other so many times. We know all the same people. I have heard of her countless times, and she says she knew a bit about me, and yet never the twain shall meet.

    This phenomenon of periphery, of orbiting around the same people but never clashing happens more than you think. Just as bex and I would finally enter each other's air space, we witnessed nat j. on the daily show. The place blew up, except harris. He had no clue who the hell natty light was. All of us knew him, but that nat was a black hole in harris’ orbital plane.

    The paradox… we are all in the center, and in the limninal state at the exact same time. Just a difference of perspective.

    The metaphor extended fits right in with the saddest political day of our time… all Americans, yet living in two totally different countries.

    Karl Rove, I salute you. Smartest person in politics indeed.

    Four more years before the pendulum crashes back the other way… we hope. I thought that swing would have happened yesterday…

    Don’t cry for me argentina, you know that I’ll never leave you.