From the Rock...

...glad wacky is in these days....I'm feeling the tightness myself and the gitterynes...or is it the coffee I've had today...since I don't drink it on a regular basis anymore when I do my muscles tighten up all over, especially in my shoulders and the antzy feeling in my gut makes it hard to consentrate and sit still in my tiny office....aalllll ddaayyyy loongggg...my butt must be gettting wide....

AHHHHHHHHHH..........

Madness

what does it mean when you can't continuously think in complete sentences? It seems like I look around and people are long typing, sentence thinking fiends...me...just glad when it makes sense. so how do you figure out if you're getting out there...you know getting an audience..or is that not the point...better to just go and see what happens?...yea...

...in Scienitific American's Mind magazine this month they've been discussing creativity in all its forms pluses and minuses it's absolutely fascinating to think that they are finally looking at creativity as appropo to something other than madness...this is now the basis of business acumen...being able to be a divergent thinker is now all the rage...of course, those who are are still a bit wacky, but ain't it cool that the wacky is now a good part of the money grubbing?!

Genius in a lovely little package

I've said it before...clearly, I'll say it again...and again...Jon Stewart is the only light coming from the horizon of US News...fake or not. Jon...sorry to hear you don't sleep...but I think daVinci was a known insomniac, too...or was he just getting lots of buttie...you know young boys and the arts!

Photosysthesis

So It hit me that the sun is coming out and sun is always good even when it's like a thousand degrees in the shade, but I love that big ball o'fire. he's a friendly sort. Shall this be one to make sense or not? Rambling stream of conscienceness. spelling be damned. the mediterranean was warm and that was a day that the sun was out...hot little spitfire!...it's like if you look at it from a distance it's so gorgeous and white and clean and ...but it's not...it's just white and dirty...maybe that's the point. the dirt should be the point the life that can't be washed away...that's what sticks...like the mind. the spirit is the mind dirt soaking up all the new and old and leaving a trail of nothingness that is everything. A-ha....eh...ok.

Getting Started

...I suppose its like when a friend used to call me and after I said "hello" she continued from where ever it was she was thinking. I'm gonna try and just keep up with my mind.

...Do you ever just feel like your skin is just on entirely too tight? I mean I can't sit still but I'm not really the active sort. Calendars are just making me antsy. I should be some where ...not very quite mind but perhaps the whack of the thunder will bring the satori...which is a cool word...satori, satori, satori...century...what is this fascination with time...if it's all here now...life carries on.