...and that's when everything got even better

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbows_End

I find myself walking down the street, and thinking about an event in the future, want to press some sort of phantom f4 buttom to bring up my life dashboard.
Dont know if this is a good thing or a travesty of how exterior my mind processing has become and how dependant on tech i am

http://www.boingboing.net/2009/02/04/ted2009-pattie-maes.html

http://pogue.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/11/at-ted-virtual-worlds-collide-with-reality/#more-661
working

Kool Aid Man

Dreaming of the internet. Kool Aid Man in Second Life. Lost duo of mascots wandering the noosphere, twittering.

Why?

Tired but rested, busy buzzing mental swarm.

Friday, Friday, Friday

(taking it way back)


Oh man.

Feeling pretty good right now. Wish I could work from home today, the sun is shining, temperature is just right, have some weird mellow ambient on the computer.

Why do i like to / need to be alone so much? Perhaps I need to work on that.

Home office.

Legal pad is yellow, weedwacker noise in the distance to my right. Neck tense, coffee bitter.

MAde deviled eggs last night. I am going to read more. Different kind of books to keep my mind limber. Current collection and more. Blog format perhaps warping my style in good and bad ways.

sigh

Oh god! Good old Mr. Danomyte's World. You are a true friend indeed. No matter how much I ignore you, you're always here for me to vent, or celebrate, or spill nonsense or the meaning of life.

But, damn. The internet has become so pervasive and connected and linked in everywhere and anywhere that some thoughts that I would have put down here without hesitation in the past cause me to pause.

Too much fucking panopticon. So great but so horrible.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX = decode that mfers

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX = good luck

there is a machine in england that deciphered nazi code, maybe it can decypher that.

prolly not.

STil life

Yesterday I was depressed. Slept 12 hours. Felt better, loving life. Lagging a little right now, listening to madd slowcore. Uh oh..

Anyhow. Life is pretty good, I feel new energies stirring below the surface, like seeds about to sprout.

Need new clothes, new everything but the patina of the passing time can be nice in the mix refreshed.

Still wondering what to do, trying to get from what it all means to what exactly to DO. Current stuff ok, but need more, better, deeper, meaningful. Need a new Renaissance of my my kinda like cira 200_-200_.

Hear birds singing outside my windows.

As usual, concurrent desires of hard work, organization and at the same time fuck it all-ness.

I'm really in to tangible things and domesticity right now. Cooking, farming, cleaning, laundry, walking, eating, making things, bringing it all IRL. Community sharing real real real.

Internet, heart u but h8 u.

Lots of work to do, but can't bring myself to do it.

I think I'm hungry.

Oh man: Unlearn "Still Life with Actress" is so good.

I wish.

gonna try to write here more. Kinda wish i could live everywhere at once. Physical reality needs to catch up to internet reality. I want to be in my apartment in Brooklyn and walk out the door into my front yard in cornwall, breathe some fresh air, take a walk then jump to the beach in California.

Lets get on this, people.

FEELING this Hatchback mix

Hangover Day

Ahhh, Sunday is both the lord's day and hangover day as far as I'm concerned. Good god. Hangovers if done right are like a kind of meditation. Fuck your zazen. If not completely dehabilitated, it can feel so mellow and nice. Bringing your mind down a notch and thoughts float by.

Big shout out to the whole Royal Oak family.