On One Hand

October 10, 2004

Random Recent Thoughts (Created: 4:30 AM. Updated: 2:30 PM.)

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 2:30 pm

I haven’t seen a bird in a long time. That’s not to say the world outside is still – everything is changing now, Sky and Earth are filled with things waking up, things going to sleep, feelings going to sleep, feelings waking up. Orion and Gemini are beginning their months-long march across the winter sky, smiling at me as I look up in the chilly dark and feeling like I come from the space between them. They’re the brightest constellations in the East this time of year, reflecting my most selfish and most selfless aspirations.

No one I know watches stars but me. For that reason I am drawn to them: I can look up at something as big and ancient as the sky yet have a very personal relationship with it. The romantics of the world look at stars, and I’d like to count myself among those few. Auriga and Andromeda, Perseus and Draco arc like ribbons, Orion stretching his bow and arrow out to the Pleiades…I allign my vision with the Navajos and Greeks, while the rest see Hydrogen and Helium, or random distant specks like silverfish drowning in tar. Someday I’ll lay in a field with my arm behind someone’s neck, supporting his head with my shoulder, pointing out the featurs of my world in the sky and making them ours instead, a new set of constellations for the both of us.

Sagittariuses seem to like asses. It’s always odd when I notice that, because I don’t like asses at all – seeing a picture of a butt is to me on the same level as seeing a camera peer between a persons toes or into the ears and nostrils. It’s just not a sexually attractive area. But if I look through suicide_boys or consider all the Sagittarians I talk to online, they have their asses showing in at least a third of their more sexual pictures. I can usually guess they’re a Sag by the way they look – one way to identify Sagittariuses is that they have very large, muscular thighs. Another way to tell is that they have soft, sweet eyelids that lean out, intense eyes peering out beneath them, and masculine faces and bodies. I’ll notice that about a person in life or in pictures and formulate my guess, then I’ll check out the lj userinfo (or if we’re in person, just ask) and my assumption of a December birthday will be confirmed. (Being able to do that gives me more faith in astrology that I, as a skeptical person, would tend to have.) For all the differences between myself and them, I have to say, Sagittarius is one of my favorite signs. They and I are supposedly a very strong match.

I wonder if I really build any muscle doing pushups when I can do fifty without taking a rest. Muscles gain mass when they’re fatigued, and I’m not sure if its my muscles fatiguing when I do pushups or if it’s the rest of my body being drained of energy for passing all the sugars and oxygen to my arms and chest. I feel like a gained a little bit of mass really quickly in the beginning, but I’m not getting much gain doing pushups now that I don’t get tired after twenty five.

A balloon, when set free, can only rise. Not even a depressing wind can stop it. The sphere may toss and turn in the current, bounce, wobble, and somersault through turbulence, but which each descent comes an ever-resilient assent. The balloon expends no energy. It rises to heights dependent on its content, on its nature – it can rise until the rubber shell itself bursts from the lack of pressure outside, releasing the helium contents at the very limit of the atmosphere and out into the endless expanse of space.



  1. Coffee… eh, I’m not so much about it. But I’d be willing to do #2 with you any day.

    Comment by ononehand — October 10, 2004 @ 12:42 pm | Reply

  2. The people I know never have the energy to get out their telescopes anymore. But I still look, despite living next to a city. And the stars are always there.

    I like the idea that the light hitting my eyes had to travel for thousands of millions of year, dwarfing my short existence. And those particular photons or waves hit only my eyes, and that was the end of their journey.

    Comment by jk2703 — October 10, 2004 @ 1:24 pm | Reply

    • There’s a profound thought. I’ve found myself contemplating the same thing, but then it makes me think about relativity and math and entropy and all the cold, scientific thoughts that are ultimately depressing. I’ve been corrupted by my cosmology class, with its predictions of the open universe or expanded acceleration at the end of time. But it’s nice to see that someone out there thinks the same way.

      Comment by ononehand — October 10, 2004 @ 8:56 pm | Reply

  3. I love to go outside at night just to stare up at the stars. I’ve never had anyone point out the constellations to me though… so the only ones I recognize are the big/small dipper :-p I still enjoy the simple wonder of it all though. I look at all these stars and realize they’re all suns, just like ours… and like our sun I wonder which of the stars have planets with life orbiting them.

    My dream date would consist of a blanket, an open field, a telescope and a map of the stars.

    Comment by johnnya — October 10, 2004 @ 1:47 pm | Reply

  4. I’d be lying if I said I knew the names and locations of the constallations outside of the Two Dippers and Orion (my personal favorite). Whenever I do my own form of meditation, I always have stars or look at them. When I think hard about really emotional things, I go outside and just watch over the world and the sky and realize that I can be as big or as small as I want. Those points of light are magic, and they’ve cast a spell over me.

    Comment by im_just_a_boy — October 10, 2004 @ 5:05 pm | Reply

  5. well i probally dont know about all the stars, but I caN say that the night sky in the middle of the country is the most beautiful thing EVER!

    Comment by pretentiouscory — October 10, 2004 @ 6:02 pm | Reply

  6. Matt,whoever ends up with you is one lucky bastard.

    Comment by Anonymous — October 10, 2004 @ 8:52 pm | Reply

  7. yesterday I was watching these birds. I was fascinated.. I want to be a bird, but don’t we all?

    I tried using my telechanesis to move a fly. didn’t work.

    Sag’s do like asses..

    Comment by ex_unequivo — October 10, 2004 @ 10:11 pm | Reply

    • SOME Sag’s like asses… More of a leg/foot person myself…

      Comment by emeraldimp — October 11, 2004 @ 5:17 am | Reply

  8. Ballons!!!!

    Remember my ballons? I let them all go. Now they float up there in that big blue. Be free!!!

    Comment by im_just_a_boy — October 11, 2004 @ 3:41 am | Reply

  9. random question

    if Sag are asses – what is a Sag / Scorpio cusp ?

    Comment by auguy0019 — October 11, 2004 @ 6:11 pm | Reply

    • Re: random question

      Even if you’re on the cusp, you’re always one or the other. Any online astrology website that asks you for date and time when doing a sample chart (astrology.com works) will tell you which you are.

      Sagittarius rules the thighs, and Scorpio rules the genitals. Look for an unusually strong interest in one of those.

      Each sign rules something. To continue going, Capricorn rules the knees and bones and Pisces rules the feet. Or you could go back a few and say Gemini rules the hands, arms, shoulders, and lungs, Cancer rules the chest, Leo rules the heart and back, Virgo rules the abdomen and intestines. I’m a Gemini-Tarus cusp but fall on the Gemini side, and the suggestion that I will be attracted to hands, arms, and shoulders works for me. And when I’m with someone there’s nothing that turns me on more than hearing them breathe and hearing his voice.

      Comment by ononehand — October 11, 2004 @ 9:14 pm | Reply

      • Re: random question

        maybe I am just screwed up

        Comment by auguy0019 — October 11, 2004 @ 9:44 pm

      • Re: random question

        If you say so.

        Comment by ononehand — October 11, 2004 @ 10:45 pm

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