Mood Rings and myspace things

I was in such a bad mood last week, a homeless woman said to me, "life isn't that bad."

She's right, it isn't, and it wasn't at the time, but now I know how to avoid getting asked for spare change every ten steps. On the note (D#), what is spare change? I don't put money in my back pocket just in case the money in my front pocket breaks. If I do break a bill, I plan on keeping all the pieces anyway.

On the next note (E), I'm taking a myspace leave of absence. I don't want to delete the profile, because there are a few people I only keep in touch with there, but I have peeled the whole profile to the bare bones. There were a couple of decent blogs, and I don't want to lose them, so here's a couple bonus track reissue myspace blogs:

Rilke: April 23, 2008

My first true love gave me Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. We were kids and old souls, the both of us. She gave me the book with the symbiotic understanding that I would read the following passage, know that it was the most important thing in the book and the only reason she wanted me to read it, and agree that we couldn't stay together. It was absolutely the right thing to do, I don't regret it, and I hope one day my life might be large enough...

"...young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time ahead and far on into life, is solitude, a heightened and deepened kind of aloneness for the person who loves. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent - ?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances. Only in this sense, as the task of working on themselves ("to hearken and to hammer day and night"), may young people use the love that is given to them. Merging and surrendering and every kind of communion is not for them (who must still, for a long, long time, save and gather themselves); it is the ultimate, is perhaps that for which human lives are as yet barely large enough."