My OperaA Snake belongs in the Swamp.
Thursday, March 9, 2006 8:20:09 PM
1917, 1929, 1941, 1953, 1965, 1977, 1989, 2001
People born in the Year of the Snake are deep. They say little and possess great wisdom. They never have to worry about money; they are financially fortunate. Snake people are often quite vain, selfish, and a bit stingy. Yet they have tremendous sympathy for others and try to help those less fortunate. Snake people tend to overdo, since they have doubts about other people's judgment and prefer to rely on themselves. They are determined in whatever they do and hate to fail. Although calm on the surface, they are intense and passionate. Snake people are usually good-looking and sometimes have marital problems because they are fickle. They are most compatible with the Ox and Rooster.
(Chinese Culture Center's Children Web Class)
There's a massive storm brewing in the southeast today, dragging with it hellish amounts of wind and rain. Locals and tourists alike are running for cover, but I'm going to the Lower Ninth, to my secret spot, to watch it all go down. I'm greeted with 50 mph gusts that almost rip off my clothes.
The swamp will drink today.
Ever since I was little, I've been drawn to water. I guess most of us have been for obvious reasons, but I feel I share a special bond, and not just a covalent one.
On October 1st, 1977, David and Elizabeth, marine biology students at Texas A&M were cast net fishing along the beach in Galveston, Texas. Suddenly, Beth went into labor, and since there were no hospitals nearby on the mainland, they hopped a ferry across to the island. A couple of hours later, I was reborn into the world, a blond haired blue-eyed nightmare,half devil, and half angel.
As a kid, I lived in the swamp behind our house. It was my safe place where I constructed forts and booby traps. It was my magical realm where I escaped to bound through the wilderness and learn how nature mixes with earth. I could run at breakneck speeds back then, rebounding off the spongy soil. Leaping and twisting through the vines and cypress trees, I let myself be absorbed and integrated into the mystical landscape. It enabled me to hone my agility and my appreciation of solitude. I was way too arrogant in a silent way for friends. I could do things they only dreamed about. I made my own weapons and prepared myself for a career as a warrior...
It was only natural that as a man, I felt compelled to return. So recently, I returned to the sunken forest that taught me how to live, breathe, and feel. I've been back almost a year already, and I feel my powers returning.
New Orleans is a Vortex
There is a force here, a magnetism that jerks people from all around.
It's a collective of souls
a group of "light holders"
an incomprehensible congregation of ghostly acolytes
I belong here somehow
Swamp water contains so much...so much life...so many nutrients...I want to swim in it...like a snake.
I don't think I could handle it mentally anywhere else. (OK...I probably could)
But I definitely wouldn't like living in a desert or in the snow. In the desert, I feel like I would flop around like a retarded fish with a coating of sand on my exposed eyes, desperately attempting to leap beyond my own vision into the next mirage. In snow, I would probably just seek out a suitable cave and sleep forever, dreaming of warm, soft water.
I've been following every synchronicity I've noticed lately, and they're picking up in frequency, tugging me towards a specific realization. I don't know the exact location of my souls destination, but I do know, without a doubt, that a snake belongs in the swamp...
...and here comes my rain.
People born in the Year of the Snake are deep. They say little and possess great wisdom. They never have to worry about money; they are financially fortunate. Snake people are often quite vain, selfish, and a bit stingy. Yet they have tremendous sympathy for others and try to help those less fortunate. Snake people tend to overdo, since they have doubts about other people's judgment and prefer to rely on themselves. They are determined in whatever they do and hate to fail. Although calm on the surface, they are intense and passionate. Snake people are usually good-looking and sometimes have marital problems because they are fickle. They are most compatible with the Ox and Rooster.
(Chinese Culture Center's Children Web Class)
There's a massive storm brewing in the southeast today, dragging with it hellish amounts of wind and rain. Locals and tourists alike are running for cover, but I'm going to the Lower Ninth, to my secret spot, to watch it all go down. I'm greeted with 50 mph gusts that almost rip off my clothes.
The swamp will drink today.
Ever since I was little, I've been drawn to water. I guess most of us have been for obvious reasons, but I feel I share a special bond, and not just a covalent one.
On October 1st, 1977, David and Elizabeth, marine biology students at Texas A&M were cast net fishing along the beach in Galveston, Texas. Suddenly, Beth went into labor, and since there were no hospitals nearby on the mainland, they hopped a ferry across to the island. A couple of hours later, I was reborn into the world, a blond haired blue-eyed nightmare,half devil, and half angel.
As a kid, I lived in the swamp behind our house. It was my safe place where I constructed forts and booby traps. It was my magical realm where I escaped to bound through the wilderness and learn how nature mixes with earth. I could run at breakneck speeds back then, rebounding off the spongy soil. Leaping and twisting through the vines and cypress trees, I let myself be absorbed and integrated into the mystical landscape. It enabled me to hone my agility and my appreciation of solitude. I was way too arrogant in a silent way for friends. I could do things they only dreamed about. I made my own weapons and prepared myself for a career as a warrior...
It was only natural that as a man, I felt compelled to return. So recently, I returned to the sunken forest that taught me how to live, breathe, and feel. I've been back almost a year already, and I feel my powers returning.
New Orleans is a Vortex
There is a force here, a magnetism that jerks people from all around.
It's a collective of souls
a group of "light holders"
an incomprehensible congregation of ghostly acolytes
I belong here somehow
Swamp water contains so much...so much life...so many nutrients...I want to swim in it...like a snake.
I don't think I could handle it mentally anywhere else. (OK...I probably could)
But I definitely wouldn't like living in a desert or in the snow. In the desert, I feel like I would flop around like a retarded fish with a coating of sand on my exposed eyes, desperately attempting to leap beyond my own vision into the next mirage. In snow, I would probably just seek out a suitable cave and sleep forever, dreaming of warm, soft water.
I've been following every synchronicity I've noticed lately, and they're picking up in frequency, tugging me towards a specific realization. I don't know the exact location of my souls destination, but I do know, without a doubt, that a snake belongs in the swamp...
...and here comes my rain.
