Life Moves Pretty Fast...

...if you dont stop and look around every once-in-a-while, you might miss Lorien's antics. Or at least that seems to be the tempo of my day-to-day. Hyphens somehow seem more appropriate and useful as seconds tick by in a blur. We have much to discuss, dear readers. The most pressing issue I am told is the haircut. Yes, I have a mohawk. Yes, I got it in Tennessee. Yes, I got it from Mohawks for Clean Energy. Yes, that does mean I let an environmentalist hippie shave my head. No, I am definitely sure that does not make me a hippie by proximity. Environmental activists in the south still drive trucks. They dont have enough hippie stock to infect others...not yet at least.


That is the image I have been urged to post. So now you have it. If you cant graduate without getting a mohawk in the liminal space between university and the "real-world" as it were what is the godddamn point of in-between-ness, if there is such a thing. I will consult the Bergson and DeLeuze later, although now that I think about it...he would consult those same sources to answer the question, but this is certainly a question better asked of Zizek. It sounds like his next book title. If someone asked me if Id bought the new Zizek, "Mohawks and the meaningful nature of the in-between" I would definitely believe that such a thing existed.
....
maybe it already does.
that would be creepy and wonderful simultaneously.
which would be appropriate considering that things are moving fast enough that on top of eachother is a fair assessment of the pace of my experiences lately- simultaneously. So if someone asks after me... if someone asks you "How is Lorien lately?" you can say honestly and with authority "simultaneously".
I like that.
cheers.