And all my crushes

have been the wrong ones. They have always been the ones that all my friends hate, that all my family raises their eyebrows at. All my friends’ worst enemies have categorically been my lovers. Things have not improved in recent days. My latest crush is of insanity’s ilk…not even my closest friend can guess her. No, my latest crush, the crush of the most developed me, is my worst crush of all.

There is no such thing as mental illness: such illness is just a term invented by those who have left themselves behind…it is convenience invented by the typical to excuse the fact that they have been eclipsed. It is your way of neatly tucking aside something you cannot explain or understand. The wonderful paradox is that those who allow themselves to be confused (to embrace the mystery) are those who might understand something—those who cannot admit to the truth of their own confusion—never will.

And all my crushes

cooperation during trench warfare in World War I

“The book included two chapters comparing Axelrod’s findings to surprising findings in seemingly unrelated fields. In one of these, Axelrod examined spontaneous instances of cooperation during trench warfare in World War I. Troops of one side would shell the other side with mortars, but would often do so on a rigid schedule, and aim for a specific point in the other side’s trenches, allowing the other side to minimize casualties. The other side would reciprocate in kind. The generals on both sides were satisfied that shelling was occurring and therefore the war was progressing satisfactorily, while the men in the trenches found a way to cooperatively protect themselves.” (Wikipedia)

cooperation during trench warfare in World War I

Tori Amos covers

are amazing; they’re better than the original songs. It’s like she understands the song better than the person who wrote it, or she has deeper belief in the power of the words than the person who found them in the first place. My three favorites: Like a Prayer (Madonna), Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana), and Losing my Religion (REM)…which I’m listening to now.

Tori Amos covers