Thursday, August 29, 2002

I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile

I read bad poetry into your machine
I save your messages just to hear your voice.
you always listen carefully to awkwards rhymes.
you always say your name. like I woulden't know it's you,
at your most beautiful.

I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile

at my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes secretly.
with every one, whisper I love you. I let you sleep.
I know you're closed eye watching me, listening.
I thought I saw a smile.

I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
a way to make you smile

Oh, Life is bigger, It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to, The distance in your eyes.
Oh no I've said too much... I set it up

That's me in the corner. That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you, and I don't know if I can do it.
Oh no I've said too much.... I haven't said enough.
I thought that I heard you laughing,
I thought that I heard you sing,
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper, Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you, Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this the hint of the century
Consider this the slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies come flailing around
Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing,
I thought that I heard you sing,
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream dream

-R.E.M., Losing My Religion

Wednesday, August 28, 2002

"And it is also said," answered Frodo: "Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes."
"Is it indeed?" laughed Gildor. "Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill. But what would you? You have not told me all concerning yourself, and how then shall I choose better than you? But if you demand advice, I will for friendship's sake give it..."


As soon as I have an office, this is the quote that's going on the door. From Tolkein's, The Fellowship of the Ring.

People, I find, myself included, love to give advice. It makes you feel important. That someone wants or at least is willing to listen to your experience and opinion and give it some value. It is a powerful compliment. But I now find myself trying, more often, to not give open advice. Or at least try to advise both ways. I think that the sign of wisdom, historically the sign of a great teacher or advisor, is one who shows both sides as equal, and helps the other person advise themself.

Great teachers never answer, they always question. Socrates, Jesus, and the Buddah all changed their culture's theory on thought, not by standing on pedestals and lecturing at the top of their voices, but by teaching individuals to think. Their advise was always a question.

It's kind of like the Chinese proverb, "Give a man a fish, feed him for a meal. Teach a man to fish, feed him for life."

"Give a man a thought, you solve one problem. Teach him to think, you help him solve all his problems."

Tuesday, August 20, 2002

Another year here. I don't like the saying "Another year gone." It's pessemistic. Why mourn a good year when you can celebrate the coming of a new one?

This was a different summer. I tried something I've never been very good at before. Mixing friends.

There are basically two types of people. Thermometers and Thermostats. Thermometers change to match their environment, while thermostats change their environment to match them. I have always fallen into the first catagory.
I have had church friends and my school friends; my druggie friends and my neighorhood friends; my old friends and my college friends. And around each of them, I have acted differently. This is a skill, something of a survivial skill. But it also means that I have never been able to integrate my friends properly. They were always each friends with a different Stephen, and didn't get along well.

Somewhere in the last couple of years, that changed. Someone told me I found myself, I disagree with that. I was always myself, I simply combined all of my layers. Maybe I became less eager to please others, more confident of myself. Who knows. But it worked. All summer I had camp and college friends in the same gathering. Or my sister's friends with my high school group. And it worked.

The best of both worlds. The good of all with the bad of none.

"Most of all, to thine own self be true."