May 3, 2005
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Yesturday I went to a Barnes & Nobles and read the Alchemist. I really enjoy finding places to read in bookstores, because they’re never fitted with quite enough seats. First, I was just in an aisle, then on the stairs, then eventually smack in the middle of the floor with heavy traffic surrounding me.
I often judge books by covers. I think something about them because of the person who recommends it, the name, the cover, everything. The alchemist is such a simple story, of a boy who goes off to find his Personal Legend, following his dream of travel, although in reality, he was following a dream he actually had where he discovers a treasure upon reaching the pyramids of Egypt. I guess it’s one of those metaphor things about travel, huh?
There was pleanty of food for thought in this book, which is probably why it’s sold so well. One great story…a boy is told to walk around a beautiful city carrying a spoonful of oil. At first he missed all the beauty because he was keeping an eye on the oil, then he spilled the oil because he was looking at the beauty. The aim, of course, is to be able to notice all the beauty out there w/out loosing your spoon of oil. Or whatever all that symbolism is, i’m not in english class, so…
So…I also called this school today. It’s an amazing school, but in my belly I began feeling I should never be a teacher. I can be someone’s friend, but, I’m pretty clueless about how the world works, and I wouldn’t want to be responsible for a child learning how the world works. I don’t think I can show people knowledge, but I’m more comfortable showing people how to do something.
I can show people how to wrestle. I can show people how to pack a pack, set-up a tarp, but can’t explain the different trees, the history if the region, that stuff just eludes me.
I can show people pictures of myself, or writing about myself, but I can’t really describe myeself to people. In some ways, I’m a shower, not a teller. I could bring in pictures of South Africa, and maybe an interesting book I read, but I couldn’t really talk about them.
I can’t tell anyone about this band, the Decemberists. I first heard a song of theirs from this girl’s xanga site, and downloaded several of their songs. I can listen to them forever, and even though they’re sold out, I hope to go see them tom. at Irving Plaze, before my 1am busride to Virginia Beach!!! But…I can’t tell anyone anything about the Decemberists, can’t describe them or their music, but I can play a cd for someone and say, “I love this band.”
Gotta go for now…
Comments (5)
OMG. The Decemberists are amazing! My favorite song is Red Right Ankle, but Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect is equally amazing. Finally someone else that loves them. I am so jealous, but glad that you are getting the chance to see them. Clap a little for me while you are there!
be less afraid of how you might impact the world.
howdy!
if you are genuine and sharing something you love, how can you go wrong? trying is the most important thing, right? if you don’t try you’ll never know what you might have accomplished. i think i need to take such things to heart and sort myself out just as much.
Do you recommend the alchemist? i really want to read it
did i miss something? wasnt there another post here?