intellectual masturbation?

when does discussion cross the line from being productive (or worthwhile) to being intellectual masturbation? this is the question that cruises in and out of my psyche while i sit in my literature and gender studies classes. is this shit a large waste of my time?

i like thinking about craziness sometimes. for example, today (in my digital and time based media class) we were talking about thoughts. my professor ponders the idea of thoughts passing through the body, and not actually being conceived by the subject. maybe thoughts travel through the great void that surrounds us and we have them (or mold and mix them) when they collide with our bag of bones. it's an interesting thought. maybe original thought doesn't actually exist, maybe everything is just an innovative reiteration.

amidst this oh so stimulating conversation. i couldn't help but think, who the fuck cares and where is this conversation getting us. maybe it's stimulating someone's artistic soul, but is that a worthy cause? i sorta think it is. if it makes them happy, sure that is a positive thing. however, is that why i am in school because if that is why i am at school, than this is all very silly. there are many, many more interactive and participatory ways for me to spend my day that would boost my happiness. for example, not reading anymore thoreau, ever. yuck. i am sick of that guy.

no, for example, being a part of some progressive happy community that is making things happen. like the folks out in marietta. although people accuse the jollies juggling "commune" (soon to be school? maybe?) as being silly, they are making people happy. someone offered the jollies hundreds of dollars to continue what they do. to go out and juggle. because that is a noble cause. i think i agree.

i want to help people make bicycles. beautiful, life altering bicycles. if i could articulate my love for my bicycle in words EVERYBODY would go out and make one. it's so lovely. the blue and yellow stripes compliment each other perfectly. the basket holds everything i could ever need to travel with. the tiny bike tire gives it a true low-rider feel. man. bicycle construction and beautification better be in my immediate future. yeah. go bikes.

hey there, it's a kelly rant. i'm back. thank you maxy.

love,
kelly

ps. i love you ateqah!