Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

still moving slowly. i think i've got chronic disaffection syndrome. everything takes soooo long. except time. turned my camera in for repair, an extremely good shop. also got short repaired in lap steel in exchange for broken resonator guitar.

and it's about to storm aftert a very hot day. i can hear thunder. over & out.

Monday, September 20, 2010

today is a day to feel tired and - shudder - old. i don't mind but i don't like it. above is a find from old hard drive.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

dropped my camera last evening. bummer. broke. i'm not going to fool with it for awhile, maybe it's fixable.

Sunday, September 12, 2010
"This suggests that the act of reading observes a gradient of awareness. Familiar sentences printed in Helvetica and rendered on lucid e-ink screens are read quickly and effortlessly. Meanwhile, unusual sentences with complex clauses and smudged ink tend to require more conscious effort, which leads to more activation in the dorsal pathway. All the extra work – the slight cognitive frisson of having to decipher the words – wakes us up."

Thursday, September 9, 2010

in a day or two i will quit changing objects into space, ie getting rid of stuff i don't need or want. it has been quite an experience, i learned a lot about both myself and organizing, intuitively creating categories (like misc.). the early adapters of living with little will win.

above is my friend dr. j. in his lab of momentary blips.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

can't believe i last poted friday. id like to say i flew to rio for global hula hoop play off and then took a side trip to bali to hang-glide. but i won't and i didn't. i'm letting things roll to a stop so i can ... do something else.

Friday, September 3, 2010

today's offering to realitiy. setting out for walk to pick up truck. it will be a hike but what the heck.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

the ongoing struggle to extricate myself from the "stuff" i am surrounded by in this age of compulsory consumption unearthed this gem the other day. it is a report card i received in the 7th grade, then called "jr high" in alexandria va.

to me it represents both the importance of education and the shadow that goes by that name. it was the only "d" i ever received  before i took symbolic logic in collage but that is another story.

many years later i see that it indicates ripping the youth i was away from the stale routine i was experiencing and slamming me into apprenticeship of the visual arts, were there such a thing, where it is possible i would have woken up.

BTW the subject was algebra.

Psychoactive drugs: From recreation to medication - health - 01 September 2010 - New Scientist:

"The classification of LSD as schedule 1 was a mistake born of 'ignorance and taboo', says Amanda Feilding, director of the Beckley Foundation, a charitable trust that promotes investigation into consciousness and its modulation, based in Oxford, UK."

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

last 24 hour a bit out of the ordinary whatever that is these days. made doc appt in am,  leg checks out fine, blood pressure right on, and got a flu shot. changing gears on truck felt a little balky so i decided to check it out. got home, clutch reservoir was fine, and lit out for bank, grocery store, library, and a stop at mechanics to talk about clutch but lost all gears on busy street, slight hill, traffic backed up behind me, managed to slide backwards around a corner to get out of the way, put on flashers, and walked/got ride to truck doctor. phoned wrecker, and got back to truck etc. neglected to bring my travel kit, quick carbs for that sinking feeling when hypoglycemia comes slithering in,  no cell phone etc.

with help of fone book managed to contact nearby friend who got me back home. thank you steve.

that night i couldn't sleep and tried listening to taped book which was gratifying because for some time now i have not been able to read or watch visuals late in the day. book was the english patient which i knew nothing about, but found with eyes closed i could tune in and listened to entire book. then, maybe because of flu shot and maybe new medication i have been taking, a whole world of restless endless dreams.

spent the next day trying to get to grocery store which i did thanks to friend richard, and landed at greenlife,  square block organic megastore where i was stuck for an hour or two among the glamorous and beautiful, long legged women, legs ornately tattooed, dripping gold and turquoise,  gray ponytails streaming behind gleaming mercedes,  musicians hobnobbing and endless bumper sticker in the overflowing parking lot.

got home, a good meal and a phone call from my sister telling me my cousin linda had died.

another day, another month.

life is a surprise: anything can happen to anyone any time, no?

got home and listened to love freedom and death by melllancamp torreturn to the world where ther is no success like failure, and failure's no success at all.