Garden State

Just watched Garden State, definitely recommend it. Way too short at 109 minutes but worth it to watch. Reminds me of Almost Famous, although that recommendation will probably mean different things to different people. I like Black and Tan, not so bubbly. I feel like I think the best things when I don't have to write or type them down. Why is the john such a good place for thought? and the shower? Life is weird, I hate when people think they have it figured out. Then again, I shouldn't "hate" anything....there it is....the "rules"...don't, don't, don't, do, do, do....the hardest part of life is realizing that "He proclaimed exalted words to impart to us God's ideal toward which we should never stop striving, and also to show that none of us will ever reach that ideal." Sometimes I wonder if I should sell all that I have, sew together a loin cloth for clothing, and carry a bag with all of my belongings, wake up at 2 AM daily to pray, and get two enemas a day like Ghandi in order to live a life of complete dependence onGod, but then I realize I have college loans. I am confined by other obligations. Or is that what is needed to live a life like Christ? Aren't we in America consumed with the very things God calls us to resist? Money, sex, white male dominance, self righteousness? Sometimes I wonder if all the good that has come from capitalism, there are equally some bad things. It appears evident to me that there is very little hope for the inner city in this country, they are trapped by the very system that gives them an "opportunity." So what works? Surely not Socialism...definitely not communisim. I think the only system that works is Christ, and the subsystem that we have completely botulized(sp?) otherwise known at the "Church." How bad has it gotten when churches only worry about the people that arrive on Sunday mornings? I guess this is what you get from the fall, men and women who are screwed up trying to represent and immitate perfection....all the while getting things dirty. I have no idea where this all comes from...I am random tonight. I guess this is proof that I am not to be a writer. I guess my conclusion, should I need one, is that most things are meant for us not to understand....but it is that very principle that drives us mad.