{"id":1890,"date":"2011-05-27T11:16:28","date_gmt":"2011-05-27T15:16:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluepyramid.org\/storey\/?p=1890"},"modified":"2011-05-27T11:16:28","modified_gmt":"2011-05-27T15:16:28","slug":"no-time-to-think-of-consequences","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bluepyramid.org\/storey\/archives\/1890","title":{"rendered":"No Time to Think of Consequences"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been really hard to breathe lately.  Maybe I need to do more yoga.  Maybe I just need to swallow my pride already.  Maybe there are no right answers, like Rabbit surmises in the comic below, only a vague attempt to avoid the skyward pianos that loom and always threaten to fall.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to DC this weekend.  Hanging out at Brandzy&#8217;s place, though I won&#8217;t see him much.  Talking to high school debaters at Nationals about our upcoming Camp, our debate program for any potential Rutgers prospects.  Getting a bit more familiar with Public Forum debate.<\/p>\n<p>I went to the Allison Weiss show in Princeton on Wednesday.  It was quite awesome, a much better sampling of her in her element than the prior show in New York.  She asked for requests and I called one out (July 25, 2007) and she played it when she said it wasn&#8217;t on the setlist and used this to encourage more requests.  I bought a dinosaur T-shirt from her after the show.  She played all the songs I wanted to hear, plus a new one, penultimately, that broke my heart.  It&#8217;s called &#8220;I&#8217;ll Be OK&#8221;.  I&#8217;m not so sure.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s something about short, direct, declarative sentences that feels like control.  It&#8217;s probably very different than how I usually feel, the rambly arcs of poetic lyrical interpretability.  How much of all this is about control?  Pride or control?  How much of self-preservation requires those elements?  How much do I care?<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday I got a brief vision of a possible summer plan with the laptop-based webcam capturing me telling stream-of-consciousness stories while I drove across the country.  Little video postcards of life on the road, free, carefree, hopeful.  It doesn&#8217;t feel real.  It feels like a clown suit I&#8217;m trying to want to put on.  I don&#8217;t know how to pretend to want things that are different than everything I always tried to want.<\/p>\n<p>Everything is harder since I tried to take control.<\/p>\n<p>Allison Weiss at Small World Coffee<br \/>\nPrinceton, NJ<br \/>\n25 May 2011<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m Ready<br \/>\nI Don&#8217;t Want to Be Here<br \/>\nI Was an Island<br \/>\nNothing Left<br \/>\nJuly 25, 2007<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t Go<br \/>\nTry to Understand<br \/>\nWhy Bother<br \/>\nBaby<br \/>\nKids (partial)<br \/>\nYou + Me + Alcohol<br \/>\nThe End<br \/>\nOne-Way Love<br \/>\nWait for Me<br \/>\nGhost Stories<br \/>\nLet Me Go<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll Be OK<br \/>\nFingers Crossed<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been really hard to breathe lately. Maybe I need to do more yoga. Maybe I just need to swallow my pride already. Maybe there are no right answers, like Rabbit surmises in the comic below, only a vague attempt to avoid the skyward pianos that loom and always threaten to fall. 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