Couple Grammes of Soma

Mates of State are pretty stinking fun to listen to.

I LOVE spur of the moment.

What exactly does “raising Cain” involve anyway? Idioms are rather thought provoking at times.

Swift about hearing. Swift. Swift. Swift.

College towns seem very similar.

College hmm, college kids.

Once, I spent two weeks in Raleigh NC. College kids o’plenty. Let see, oh they worked at the Whole Foods Market. Liked to read, were into music, art etc. Most had just discovered thinking. That was very hip to them. Oh yes and the all important matter of animal rights activism. Very key. What else, beards, yup that too. I wonder how that whole trip shaped my view point on underground culture. I wasn’t impressed. I can say that with some certainty. I took that trip kind of spur of the moment. Just ordered a ticket, and left. I think there might have been a week before I left. Shocked one person in particular. How dramatic of me!

“What’s your damage Heather?”

Abel c’mon…

… gimmie the keys man

When the laundry is all done, you’ll need a shower.

Banter can be so delightful in good company.

I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can’t go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left.

Be careful how you project yourself, people will buy into it.

People are fascinating to watch. Especially mall people. Oh so hilarious.

Speaking of people and watching them here are some pictures.

On their way to adult hood many take a drama class, I am no exception.

It takes longer to figure how to do it than it does to do it. That view point is type cast-able.

Poetry is cute. Music is beautiful. To me; for now.
“I won’t forget you,”
“Well now you’ve got something to work on.”

People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
T. S. Eliot

Asleep at the wheel, is not a good thing to be. Unless you sleep on one of those race car beds.

Sometimes I don’t really enjoy explaining myself. Hence my often mention dislike for the question, “What are you thinking?” Perhaps it’s because I believe those who are really interested in that will employ a little more skill and less brutality in their attempts at insight wielding inquiry. Or perhaps I am just a moody brigand.

All some people do is work. That’s amazing.

I started writing down something that happened to me some years ago. Five pages later, I’m still not done. I remember more than I remembered.

Keeping in touch is very important. Communication is vital to life. Do not isolate. I’ve always been a big fan of a Joy Division song called “Isolation”. Brilliant that Ian Curtis was. But perhaps less isolation would of yielded more life for him. Find someone who’ll listen. Now.

Practicing cursive script is very tedious. Not nearly as much “fun” as I would of hoped. But the fun part will come when I have AWESOME handwriting. Oh oh so manly. That is… Gentle-manly ahaahahah.

Two people in my family have shaved their heads recently, perhaps I shall be the third.

On a first time note, I got a parking ticket. Never expected that.

Google Calendar is turning out to be very fun to use. I have a few issues, but I am sure they will be worked out as the Google Calendar Team continues to refine it.

For example, on Thursday April 13th, Calendar had this issue:

After another user was kind enough to share their calendar with you, it was added to your list of shared calendars. It displayed using the Name and Color they had selected for it. This created a problem when two or more users who chose the same color preferences had shared calendars with you. It also created a problem since not everyone names things the same way. I.E. Joan and Beth both have their calendars Olive Green and named “My Life”. Just change the color and rename it right? Right, but those changes would also change on the original calendar and now the person that had shared a calendar with you was having their preferences all muddled up by you and your nit-picky ways!

It’s already been fixed! I can support that kind of on-the-ball resolve of issues.

For the next few weeks you may get the impression that I’m trying to strong arm people into using this. I am.

How do you feel about fountain pens? Dipping or Cartridge? Calligraphy? I have never learned how to write cursive script. I am learning now. I also got a Calligraphy work book. I still gotta get a pen though, DOH! I found some pretty cool ink for sale. It writes invisible, but when you hold it near a light bulb, the heat makes it turn blue, it goes back invisible when it cools down. I think that is one of the coolest things I have ever heard of. How stinking international spy is that! Not just international spy, old school 19th century spy. Or just dorky kid writing stuff down in invisible ink for no reason at all. Yup yup.

Know anything about encryption? Me either, but I think it’d be cool to encrypt stuff in invisible ink. Yeah, that would be awesome. Tedious to read though. Especially when all that was written down was none sense like this. Hah! I should encrypt my blog with invisible ink. YES!

My e-pass transponder has been terminated. Ooops…

Water balloon sling-shot battle, in a lake, canoe vs. canoe! Bring it.

Over the past few months, I’ve become ever increasingly fond of green. Who would of thought.

I think I’m going to write an essay on The Tenacity of Sentiment. You know, just to have it in my repertoire.

I love words. They are so useful.

Tenacious indeed. Can’t seem to shake it, and I mean this is years later.

it’s a fire i’m building that’ll burn in your eyes

You know the feeling you get when you are over extended on a ladder and are leaning all your weight on the friction of your squeege against the glass. Then the squegee gives and you rapidly begin to slide as if you were bracing yourself against super smooth ice? It’s more intense when you have to go to the bathroom. What a feeling.

I think I’m gonna get a G2. They are quite smooth.

I have a moleskine that needs to be filled. Desprately. I have an idea. ooo, yes, I have an idea. So I will pose it to you. If I mailed you a moleskine, would you fill up at least one, and no more than two (both sides) pages of it, and then mail it to someone you could be sure would do the same? I would of course, include, the price of the final mailing (back to me) in the small folder in the back. Hmm, how could I be sure this would work, I guess I could try it.

I’m amazed by how many ways I didn’t think of to look at it. For some reason, they are some of the best ones too.

I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me, but if you look carefully there is a pattern. Truth has a ring, a pattern. I love finding the pattern and calling the next move. I love that. Reason, sometimes is so stinking sound. You could build cities on it. They would never crumble.

Sometimes it’s too obvious I’m afraid of you. Sorry. I’m working on being brave. It’s got a lot to do with who I don’t want to be. It’s got a lot less to do with who you are.

For the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results.

Shrouded in distance; first impression.

Speaking volumes in sentences, their laced with post script.

Yeah Yeah Yeah

I’m considering redesigning this site. Time consuming to say the least. I’m terrible at starting projects at the beginning. Planning it all out just isn’t as much fun as doing it. But nothing matches or fits if I don’t plan it. ARrrggg. Also, I miss Photoshop. I use Gimp now. It’s free. Legal. Which is important to me. But it’s not nearly as intuitive as Photoshop. I feel like a cripple when I use it. Artistically that is. Perhaps I’ll get something surprisingly fresh, after all’s said ‘n designed.

Front and center, some people just come alive. Handsome Rob holds it down so I don’t have to. Editors were brilliant. Should of brought my camera.

Singing in groups is fun. I like number 117.

This is the whiners bio…

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
- Tom Stoppard

Dogmatism and maturity are not synonymous.

When you don’t understand; a difficult time. Especially if you often do.

Smash = Smile

Defenestrate, now that is a handy term.

I have a desire to be more generous with my absence. Although, sometimes it’s really nice to be around.

While at the mall I overheard a conversation a young girl was having with her family about the apparent lack of appreciation someone showed for the cell phone she purchased them. Although I can understand how that would be upsetting, she was so unreasonably harsh and extreme in her statements she just seemed childish. Expressing frustration appropriately is a difficult thing for me. So I just smile silently for the most part. It seems like some people get their feelings really unsettled by that. Balancing is hard work. Extremes are unpleasent. A better way I must find.

I’ve seen people try really hard to be what they should be. I’ve seen other people who seem to presume they are what they should be. Assuming everyone is trying isn’t easy, but it is the right thing to do. That way in the end, you were.