Or maybe a gigantic Taco Bell.

In this modern day there are many different goals we strive to achieve, and while these goals are diverse in nature, I believe that there is one word to describe them. That word is progress. Whether it is improvements to the processing power of computers, more efficient cycle of crop production, flashier hand held entertainment, or being able to print artificial organs in the end all these actions are meant to make the world a little better for its creation. The concept of striving for progress is a logical result of evolution, as humans we innately desire it. In this way progress is comparable to time, whether you count the second or you waste away hours,there is no stopping time. If this is the case then there is no literal opposite to progress, the closest you get to that is inefficiency. Personally this scares me, because if inefficiency is the enemy to progress then it is logical to assume that our goal as a civilization is to eliminate it. Today I walked to school, back and to my job. A generous estimate is that it took me one and a half to get from destination to destination, where it only had to take me thirty minute maximum. This hour and a half can not be considered strictly productive, I didn't get any school work done nor was it an efficient way to get physically fit. The logical think to do is to eliminate this from my day, and while I enjoy my walks they are not essential to my well being physically or mentally. Of course another hour to my day would be nice, but there is no real reason to stop my habit of walking home as long as I can still get my work done. Eliminating all the small eccentricities that are not as effective as they could be on a level of all individuals would rightly seem absurd. No one should feel entitled to dictate these actions, and I am not talking about a work schedule that's pretty reasonable. No the personal choice that you make from day to day, refined with modern technology, true leisure limited to weekends and holidays. On an individual level this is pretty out there but as more and more cultures fixate on money, happiness, success, progress small eccentricities start becoming intolerable. It is inefficient, the human race chases progress. Peers start looking unfavorably on an hour spend walking home rather than finding a more efficient way to relax. A nice dinner, or perhaps a movie. I know that this kind of philosophy would be impossible to adopt today, people would refuse to give up their freedoms. For this I am thank full, yet it is also not unreasonable that with time our priorities as humans may shift and this becomes a reality. I only ask what if The Road Not Taken might become replace with something more productive, like a strip mall?
To reiterate progress only goes forwards, so lets be real careful where we lead it.

My Best Holden Caulfield Impression

It has come to my attention as of late that my personality has some striking similarities to that of everyone's favorite red capped run away. I am slowly turning into Holden Caulfield, this I believe. It's no secret that Holden possesses many undesirable traits, and while he does not mean harm to harm others, his self absorbed, un-empathetic, pompous, naive, ass has been getting on the nerves of other characters and fellow reader for over sixty years. So it is with displeasure that I describe my life in relation to Holden's.

It all starts to days ago where a literary Picasso was rejected for a this I believe essay, This writing was vague, complex, and incomprehensible just like the nature of the universe. This was an essay to contrast with the high hopes and dreams of my classmates, every room needs a nihilist, someone needs to critical of reality. The uniqueness of this masterpiece was its downfall as no one else could see the beauty. Boy, this it was not worth a lousy F, it was the prince of papers, and I needed to rewrite it. This shows you what the goddamn school knows, they know nothing, they really don't. It really doesn't matter though, I'll write that essay and make it bleed insight and lousy beliefs. Writing these kind of things kill me, you just chew the fat for a while and the teachers knock themselves out, but you you want to write something intelligent they never want to hear it, they really don't. So here I am and while I need to write something I believe in, the lousy part is I already did that the first time. Here I am by the goddamn computer writing another paper, it should be on how I believe in family, I'm sure that they would love to hear that. How do you even believe in family, it is not something to believe in it's there. I know that I am almost failing every class besides english. But you know what I have never gone dancing in thirty year olds, wait actually I did that at a wedding in Mexico. Goddam comparisons, well I still don't drink heavily, but I guess that can change if I start doing that madman stuff again. I don't have a red hunting hat, I wear a bandana. Most importantly Holden is a loser and a hypocrite, while I'm not. So from now on I'm not going to flatter others, but I'm going to do the complete opposite, really I am. No more flattery only insults. I'm not going to call call up girls because they are attractive rather I'm only going to talk to lousy looking girls because I feel a little sorry for them. Who needs goddam people I don't. I'm actually just going to live in a cabin by the woods where these things aren't a problem where the liars and the goddam flits don't go. They can stay in the city, I'll have my field. I can paint, and listen to nature, but not read. I can't stand another phony essay.

An artistic touch

I am writing this from inside the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. So here are unquestionably better things i could be doing right now but somethings need to be said. There is an exhibit recently put in recently put in for the Mega cities Asia exhibit. One of these exhibits is made from bike frames from the company forever. This brings a uniformity to the sculpture and keeps one bike from being a focal point. This also makes sure the bikes fit together neatly, yet I see this as a misrepresentation of the socially diverse mega city. (Maybe even some free advertising for forever) the most important part of this sculpture is in the the way these frames that should not necessarily fit together do, the balance between bike frames, seats, handlebars, but most importantly gears and wheels. These are key because they provide motion to a stationary sculpture. There is not motor but they CAN spin. Crowd of people gingerly circle this sculpture in appreciation of the vision that this artist had. Four, five six year olds have a completely different interpretation of this. They don't see the art, they see something better, they run under the bikes and go in the sculpture. They spin the wheels. They breath life into metal. It is because of these children I understand the beauty of this sculpture, because it is not metal to be a cylinder or a sculpture but a seductress pulling us the people in to admire what is there, creating a connection between us. Like the people that must share a city. There is no ribbon or barrier to this attraction and while I write this there are clearly people that come up close to the sculpture, they nearly caress it, and then back off this is a museum after all a place of appreciation not action. So as I go up I guiltily turn the pedal less pedals, i feel there resistance to my push, as i try to be firm yet gentle determined to leave my own mark on this sculpture. Then I take a set over to gently spin a wheel and finally a step back to admire my handiwork. This is when I am taken aback as a museum worker tells me not to touch the sculpture, it's not welded together, we don't know if its stable. After a moment of contemplation I spoke to her, and she agrees that this is a sculpture is made to be touched, and experienced but authority cant let there be a risk in doing so. There were kid crawling under the edge and going inside the where the cylindrical sculpture turned into an elaborate cage, and no child should get hurt from this kind of carelessness. So sitting here i'm not sure which pedal i moved or if anyone else has touched it since, but i know i have left a mark on something that can be greater than myself. While there are no motors on these wheels, but they are meant to spin. It does not matter which wheel, it doesn't matter who many, because this sculpture is lack luster on its own it is with human interaction in mind. As i look up a child spins the wheel as he walks by.

http://www.mfa.org/programs/series/the-city-talks

P.S. who said a child can't understand art.