My Too (Many) Cents

recently while looking through some of my old writing, I found an essay I wrote for some college applications. I remember writing it from a perspective of what colleges want to see in an applicant; someone curious but not jaded, smart enough to say that the system is screwed up in some ways but not courageous enough to try and do something about it; someone who can generally pretend to be happy about life in a naive 16 year old kind of way. Or maybe that is how most 16 year olds are and I was just weird. Anyway, this essay was funny and refreshing in a nostalgic way to me so hope you have fun reading it too.    My Experiences with Coffee I had always known about coffee- it often incited my curiosity but was relegated to the class of “old people drinks” at that time, far from my reach. One day when some guests were around, I was finally allowed to have this mystical drink. I decided to have some black coffee – which only the cool people had. As I absorbed the cup’s heat and aroma, and s

in several deep metaphysical philosophies, there is an acceptance that all human energy at its core is erotic.The word erotic is used not in a narrow and perverted sense in the form it exists currently; an unholy marriage of excess production, rampant advertisment and consumerism, and just bastardized in every way conceivable. There is however a dimension to it that escapes even all this desecration so to speak.  I was reading Georges Bataille recently and his idea of the accursed share seemed very interesting to me. Especially as someone who engages in creative activity semi-regularly. Again, I enter into philosophizing and intellectualizing when I start writing about these topics, which are ultimately useless to 'The Truth" I must remind myself and also the reader, but here I do so in a controlled environment letting my thought take over to see what beautiful creation can arise out of it.  Aside here on viewing thought as an instrument. I have come to learn that even spiritu