Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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Bali may be the coolest little place ever. I'm a wee bit dubious about the gender divide (as it seems only men do all the cool stuff, which is bad), but other than that this place seems awesome. It's a small island in Indonesia that isn't Islamic (the only one, they're Hindu) and their cultural integrity is staggering. It is a place where Western values and culture tried to take hold and just... didn't. It's not that the Balinese are necessarily anti-western, or that they are resistant to change. Quite the opposite, they love innovations, especially of the artistic variety. But TV, constant irrigation, computer games, etc just... doesn't interest them.

It almost isn't even real. There aren't seasons there. Like, no perceptual difference between them. Also, every village has two temples, one to the ancestors of the village and one to the goddess of death and destruction. Typically no other temples. The pic above is the detailing on a goddess temple.

Shit, I knew I forgot something. I forgot to take out the Balinese CD from the library. No wonder I've got them on the brain. On that note...

I love you. I could say it again and again, and never entirely get sick of hearing it. Sometimes there is a deep need, some unfulfilled action that needs to be exorcised, which can never be fully perhaps out of some socially conditioned desire for a reply. Sometimes it is like the tide, not like a torrent or storm, but some strong undercurrent that would pull me into the vast emptiness of cold saline creation where fish crawled from to learn how to walk and breathe. Sometimes it is like a pile of blankets, soft, warm and comforting; bodies piled like so much cloth and wool, tracing the lines behind ears and under smiles. Sometimes it is unsaid, waiting upon the perched gestures of a girl as frantic and mad as I am. Sometimes it is hidden behind sidelong glances from behind hair, around glasses, or both. Sometimes it lives alongside terror born out of actions that are not yours, from baggage that you did not give me, living silently with rejection and abandonment. But no context makes it not true.


Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Bjork - Homogenic (most of the album anyways)
Just Ate: Herbed Crackers w/ Emmental Cheese, Soda Crackers w/ Corn Relish
Currently Eating: Open Faced Peanut Butter, Macintosh Apple, & Raisins sandwhich on Buttermilk and Honey Loaf
Currently Making: Pasta Sauce from Juggler's Roma Tomatoes (I think I've got my supplies down to less than 2 kilos!)