octy

organ donation

It was made apparent to me that some people actually thought I was donating organs to my beloved stanny.

I assure you that those literary organs were purely literary and nothing else.

Thank you for caring though :).

But it is fitting we start off with stanny… BECAUSE GUESS WHO SUBMITTED IT YESTERDAY.

Stanford is out.

I’ve never been so proud of a body of work–it so cohesively and artistically builds me out to a reader that honestly, it does define me.

As my friend likes to say, “whatever happens happens,” I will be proud regardless.

Let’s get started.

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october was…

interesting.

full of form first, function second.

then function first, form second.

then a form and function harmony.

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To elaborate…

It begun with a lot of creative gusto.

I wrote a lot, built a ton of really cool literary ideas, and felt really good about myself.

Things were super fun–I bought a new mac too.

I convinced someone to start another one of these and am currently looking for more people to do so, so if you do know someone, TELL ME I NEED THEM TO WORK FOR ME UNTIL THEY D- by now you probably know that was a joke.

At least I hope so ;)

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To Be Honest

I can’t remember much of what happened in October.

The best way I can describe it is full. It was full of a lot of stuff. It was fun at some points, and hard to get through in others. I had the most fun I’ve had in a while, which is ironic considering the work I got done was huge as well. But at this point I understand one thing–balance is key.

That’s what I wanted to find for this month, and I have to say, I did a pretty decent job at finding it.

I laughed, I cried, I dressed up, I danced, I hurt, I reworked, I got sick, I thought, a lot, and did a lot too. I balanced form with function. I brought my literary organs to a polarity where they could be trusted.

Okay that last sentence didn’t make sense let me readjust the polarity.

Ahem… I brought my literary ability to a balanced medium where I could trust in its judgement, in what it wanted Ariv to become.

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Gave it a try.

I balanced fluff with fit.

When the literarian in me was given a hit.

I put aside a couple of my made-up words.

For others that weren’t as weird as flurds.

This experience of October was an interplay.

Of a balancing act, sometimes together and other-times as polar as Kanye.

I build analogies as confusing as a mule and a bear.

Or as simple as a tortoise and a hare.

Most of them may make sense.

Some of them too dense.

But I implore upon you to seek

beyond what is meek.

And make sense

out of what doesn’t.

Give it a try.

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goals

The goal is to bring some function into my life’s form.

It’s currently dictated by feeling, and that feeling can get out of hand pretty quickly.

Just as I’ve done with running, I need to build good break-taking, morning, and evening habits.

An hour a day keeps the doctor away.

Let’s start with that. An hour a day.

I commit to scheduling in / spending one hour of conscious break time, be it calm or play, every day.

I find myself committing things like these very often to myself.
But in the comfort of myself, they often are never done.

Here I am, in the comfort of you.

Keep me accountable.

Hound me on email.

MAKE ME DO THIS.

Because I really want to.