Tuesday, February 24, 2009

15 min. to the rest of your life.

Distractions, a life full of distractions. What are we distracting ourselves from? Sometimes we distract ourselves from other distractions. What if reality as we know it is nothing more than a distraction? So, I fill my time with distractions and stare into empty space all the while knowing theres someithing I should be doing.

So, actually im watching "Pursuit of Happyness" with Will Smith.

Come to think of it when i was actually doing my 15 minute writing exersises I didnt have a TV in the room.

There was a crooked man Nursery Rhyme

There Was a Crooked Man
There was a crooked man, And he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence Upon a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat, Which* caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together In a crooked little house.

There was a crooked man who had a crooked smile...?
who lived in a shoe, for a...while...
- Hear on the show Friends

there are other versions as well
but i was thinking...
There was a Crooked Man who had a crooked smile
he walked a crooked path, it took him quite awhile

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

health is freedom?

Somewhere between Thomas Szasz and Terrance McKenna.
Take me away and drop me off in a dream that you will wake up from.
While I wonder if wich of us is real.
Demetri Terzopoulis and Karl Simms
I pine away longing to be more than just me.
With little commitment to any one path, I stand in aw at the possibilities of me.
Boing Boom Tschak
Animated and musical
What is real? And how does this affect everything else.
Grants and Loans. Wich dreams to chase... first.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Dreamgates, OOBs and Becoming a Writer

A brush with a future self.

Before I could even get a view of him or ask a question I heard him speak, or me think.

"But I'm only one possible future self."
"I know, I just wish I had something more concrete."
"Like water life flows, if it was solid it would be ice. Not much truly lives in ice nor does it move much," he smiled, lighthearted and happy. He laughed.
The thought streemed from a seemingly telepathic conversation on the freedom of choice and what one truly wants. Untill, the seemingly we became just me again and I smiled.
Lighthearted and happy, forget the questions and answers I was, I am, and I will be, happy.