philosophia

for aquillon

tosh — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 23:29:15 GMT

in a year you'll be legal. now what does that mean to you? to me i'll never be, forever be 'bout seventeen. like kevin say, i'm gonna stay young until i die. there is no try, just do, or not, so hit the spot. don't sit around and think a lot. what should be done is here, now do it. in the end there's nothing to it. be true, be kind, speak your mind. be love, be real, show what you feel. be always on your best behavior; remember, you're your only savior. before you waits your highest hour, be your source, be your power. be the change you will to see, and i'll just go on being me. all my love now, eternally tosh- *love is the law, love under will*

viva la revolucion

tosh — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 19:48:18 GMT

i give thanks for the lessons i've learned on this aina and the multitude of shining spirits i have encountered here. i feel it is time to leave behind this beautiful vacation land and move on to more purposeful work. i'm planning to return to cali to close out that chapter for good then head south to chiapas to lend my aid to the zapatista revolution. any of you who have contacts in that area feel free to send them my way. take care- *love is the law, love under will*

Mi Infancia

tosh — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:51:23 GMT

Yo naci en Sacramento a los ocho de octubre, 1971. Cuando era nene, mis padres viajaron a Missoula, Montana con yo montando en su mochilla. Nosotros viajamos tambien por Oregon, Washington y Idaho, pero mis padres no podia se establecieron en ningun lugar que visitamos. En vez ellos regresaron a Sacramento y nos estableciemos en el barrio Arden Manor. Esta es el hogar de mis memorias primeras. Mientras de vivir alli mi madre parteo dos mas hijos. Pasaba mucho tiempo jugando en el corral trasero con mi perro, que se llama Marianne, o en la calle con varios ninos del barrio. Andabamos mucho por nuestras bicicletas o patinetas. Yo me enamore por primer vez de mi amiga Jennifer y pasabamos mucho tiempo jugando con sus munecas Barbie. Asistiamos juntos la escuela primera en Greer Elementary. En el grado segundo nuestra clase hizo la pieza El Brujo de Oz; Jennifer se hizo Dorothy y yo me hizo el Leon Cobarde, su sirviente fidel. Pero ella se enamoro de el Brujo, que se llamo Joey Silva. ¡Tan anguista! Cuando hacia nueve anos mi familia se mudo a Washington y viviamos en una villa se llamo East Wenatchee por el rio Columbia. Habia muchos huertos de manzana y cerezo, y por el otono me regale con muchas frutas que yo cogia de los arboles. Mis padres trabajaba por un mes cosechando las manzanas, yo podia llegar a casa los que eran danado. Comiamos tantos manzanas que yo no podia comerlos por muchos anos despues sin duelo del estomago. Por invierno hacia mucho frio y nievaba mucho, y no me gustaba. Mi padre no podia encontrar trabajo y se emborrachaba mucho y peleaba en las barras. El fue encarcelado varios veces para pelear y conducir en estado de embriaguez. En la primavera mis padres me obligaron jugar al beisbol, pero no me gustaba jugando esto deporte, preferaba coger las flores de trebol en el jardin. Eso verano proximo, despues del termino de mi escuela, nosotros regresamos otra vez a Sacramento. Mis padres les separo y yo vive con mi madre y mis dos hermanos pequenos en la casa de mi bisabuela en Carmichael. Fue un tiempo malo para mi. No podia trabar amistades con nadie en mi clase porque todos eran esnobes ricos y yo no tenia ropa aceptable. Pasaba mucho tiempo solo, explorando el mundo natural. Exploraba los arroyos de mi barrio y siempre intentar de capturar unas ranas. Mis padres se reunieron y nosotros nos mudamos en casa grande con un corral trasero grande, como una granja pequena. Tenia los pollos, un jardin con uvas, y varios arboles frutal como albaricoquero y ciruelo. Aunque mis padres eran juntos, su relacion era muy tirante. Mi padre todavia se emborrachaba mucho y a muchas veces golpeaba a mi madre, y a veces a yo o mis hermanos. Siempre tenia miedo de encolerizarlo y cuando no estaria fuera de casa me quedia en mi cuarto. Escuchaba mucho a musica y leia los historias de sci-fi y fantasia y me escape mucho hacia mi propio mundo fantastico de mi imaginacion.

Dance Culture

tosh — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:45:33 GMT

I was raised in a Baptist home, so dance was not something I observed within my world as a young child. I recall jumping up and down on my bed to the blare of God of Thunder by KISS on my Fischer-Price turntable, a wiley 8-year-old kept too long inside the cage. They made us square dance in the gymnasium in 6th grade, a grueling ordeal of sweaty faux-handholding and anxiety induced nausea. The mortal terror at the thought of some girl I was crushed on feeling my hard-on press against her belly was enough to keep me glued like a magnet to the wall at the few junior high dances I attended. In my adolescent years I embraced death metal, no dancing required, only angry head-banging and fist-pounding. I transitioned into punk-rock music, which taught me the release of the primal war dance of disaffected suburban youth known as the slam dance. I swore I would never dance any other. It was with my son that I first learned to dance with joy. In the living room with the beat-box thumping on a Sunday morning, there the circle dance of rage became the ring around the roseys. There I saw the opportunity to pass along a love for life and freedom and beauty and health through my example of natural, spontaneous movement. Through my vocation as a US Marine scout-sniper I developed a connection with Shiva, the Destroyer, also known as Nataraj, Lord of the Dance. The sense of freedom precipitated by a near-death experience in training broke the bonds of a lifetime’s repression. While traveling overseas I lost all inhibition and let loose on the floors of many nations with my courtship dance, proudly displaying to entice the ladies. The results surpassed all expectations. In the strip clubs in town I was struck by the powerful energy of erotic dance and would religiously attend what my buddies and I referred to as “church” to give witness and make generous offerings to the lovely priestesses practicing this modern incarnation of the sacred temple dances of antiquity. In junior college I decided to take some dance classes to develop discipline in my movement: social dance to develop non-verbal communication skills to facilitate working with partners; African dance to work with complex rhythms and learn movement forms; modern dance to explore creative self-expression within the constraints of choreography. During this time I was introduced by a lover to house music at a weekly club and became addicted to the driving beats and the high energy generated by the crowd. Ecstatic dance became my new weekly release and spiritual recreation. Dance has become my primary yoga form, holding the tension between the polarities of disciplined and spontaneous movement to develop consciousness of my being in my environment. I ride the music and the movement to heights of bliss and ecstasy paralleled only by tantric sex and falling in love. Whirling like a dervish to the humming spin of the universe, I feel through my dance a connection to the primal source of all being, the movement of spirit within matter, that manifests in rhythm, warmth, and love. take care- tosh christopher *love is the law, love under will*

#1 reason i choose to become a teacher

tosh — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 10:40:17 GMT

We are in an age that assumes the narrowing trends of specialization to be logical, natural, and desirable. Consequently, society expects all earnestly responsible communication to be crisply brief. Advancing science has now discovered that all the known cases of biological extinction have been caused by overspecialization, whose concentration of only selected genes sacrifices general adaptability. Thus the specialist's brief for pinpointing brevity is dubious. In the meantime, humanity has been deprived of comprehensive understanding. Specialization has bred feelings of isolation, futility, and confusion in individuals. It has also resulted in the individual's leaving responsibility for thinking and social action to others. Specialization breeds biases that ultimately aggregate as international and ideological discord, which, in turn, leads to war… Only a comprehensive switch from the narrowing specialization and toward an ever more inclusive and refining comprehension by all humanity-regarding all the factors governing omnicontinuing life aboard our spaceship Earth-can bring about reorientation from the self-extinction-bound human trending, and do so within the critical time remaining before we have passed the point of chemical process irretrievability. Quite clearly, our task is predominantly metaphysical, for it is how to get all of humanity to educate itself swiftly enough to generate spontaneous social behaviors that will avoid extinction… The youth of humanity all around our planet are intuitively revolting from all sovereignties and political ideologies. The youth of Earth are moving intuitively toward an utterly classless, raceless, omnicooperative, omniworld humanity. Children freed of the ignorantly founded educational traditions and exposed only to their spontaneously summoned, computer-stored and -distributed outflow of reliable-opinion-purged, experimentally verified data, shall indeed lead society to its happy egress from all misinformedly conceived, fearfully and legally imposed, and physically enforced customs of yesterday. They can lead all humanity into omnisuccessful survival as well as entrance into an utterly new era of human experience in an as-yet and ever-will-be fundamentally mysterious Universe. R. Buckminster Fuller from Synergetics