9/27/2003 03:31:38 PM|||Travis|||

Communication.

How vital and interesting this facet is of life. I am reading two books of note that have brought me to this conclusion- a book on letters written by Napolean Bonaparte and a book of letters by Erenst Heminway.

The book on Napolean is an interesting look into his life. Aparantely he wrote anywhere from 10-15 letters a day on average. The amount of communication coming from him was so high, it was amazing. These letters ranged from communication to his family and freinds to his generals and other officials. He even wrote people that he admired, just to let them know how he felt.

And what great letters these were. It makes the crap that I write to my family, if I ever even do, sound like crap. These messages are crafted with a careful elegence and are sincere. Its hard to find communication like that anymore.

Communication technology can be partly to blame. Perhaps we should just dial a sequence of digits to talk to our loved ones real time. But there is a certain beauty in being able to craft a message. It seems like you are much less likely to hide feelings or cover things up, as you are when talking. Talking is just so..... underrated now. Its feels like most of the communication that we have now is almost pointless- a sea of noise.

Perhaps there was just less opportunity to talk back then, so there was greater value placed upon it. Then again, perhaps not.

Why the hell am I reading these books on letters when I have an insane amount of other stuff to accomplish? Who knows. I am insane. I just hope that I can make something clever.

And that is what all the greats are out to do- make something clever. Whether its a line, a paragraph, or a book, you just want someone to look at it and have it change them and become a part of them. Something that inspires them to be more courageous, to have more willpower, or to teach them something about what you know. And after all the millions of words that you write, you hope that just a few will be recognized by the masses as a good clever piece.

Well on a personal note, I gave into lecherous thoughts last night and went "out". Funny how this going "out" has connotations of drinking built into the concet of out..... such that when you go out, you have to be wasted to socialize. I am moving away from that, but not last night! And what a rollercoaster that puts me on. First I am on the top of the world with my first couple drinks. Then, around 11 comes the crash. I start to drink water as I don't want to get too drunk, but I lose my boystourous nature. I am no longer able to be clever, witty and the life of the party. I move into a dark corner and bury myself underneath my cape.

The most optimal solution seems always to not get on the roller coaster in the first place, but its much to hard to impliment in pracitce. There are times, when the cosmic forces in my mind are so powerful, that if I didn't drink a beer that gravity might reverse itself and we would all go flying out into outerspace and implode.

And imploding sucks.

So I drink the beer. Sometimes. And it tastes good. It makes me really on top of my "game" as well, expecially last weekend when I rocked up to a party with my shakers, speed taps and liquor to produce some killer cocktails. It is there that I was the life of the party and getting what I wanted, to a large degree. Such is the power of having that something.... that energy. Its important.

But alas, It doesn't happen all the time.

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