Here I sit. On the train again. And where are you? When will we meet again? Which place will favor us with chance? How much time will we pass? Where do you want us to go? Do you even know? Such richness in life exists. Can you feel it? Will you ever know it? Can you find life in the little moments? It's there. Step back one day and look for it.
Much love and thanks for listening.
Well hello there. What's happening in your world?
I've now been introduced to the wonderful world of phone blogging. How exciting. Trying to type out my deepest thoughts on a really small keyboard is kind of awkward. Like that word, awkward. Hard to type and your never sure if it is spelled right. I've also come to realize how big my thumbs are. One thumb can cover most of the keys on this thing. Often your just typing by instinct. Good thing I took all those typing lessons when I was young. Thanks dad.
It must be hard for people who don't know how to type to use one of these itty-bitty qwerty keyboards.
Anywho let's chat soon.
Much love and thanks for listening.
What happened to your worldview?
How often does it change?
Does it depend on what you read?
How much of what you read is real?
How much of what you read do you trust?
How much of your world involves other people?
How many people can change your world?
How many worlds do you want to people?
What happened to your peopleview?
What is happening?
Yesterday and the day before and the day before I saw a few things that I was not aware of. It was only today that I remember not remembering seeing what I didn't see. The back of my mind is full of things I cant quite grasp and the front of my mind is not so good at communicating with the back of my mind. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to get my mind to talk to themselves and tell me what is going on. I think my mind has a lot of navel lint in it. Or brain fuzz. Or Goo. Sometimes there is so much of it that it comes out my nose. People think its snot but its not. Just a misplacement of the s...
What have I been up to lately? You might well ask. And I might well tell you.
Ive been working a lot. Trying to carve out a life in my own niche of the big apple.
Part of it is working at Apple on fifth avenue. Fun overnight shifts because, yes, the store is open 24 hours. And my job is to take old PC's and take their guts out so that the information stored on those dinosaurs can be transferred over to the shiny new macs. I know i sound biased but the majority of PC'swe get are so very dirty inside. Bad PC users.
Part of it is performing/playing in Fuerza Bruta down at union square. It is so much fun you have to come experience it. It cannot be described. simply look up and enjoy.
This is my thought process today. I hope you can follow along.
Where
are the true beings of higher enlightenment? Have they looked at us
and thought, "Nah, it's too much work" Are they amoung us and we are
too dumb to notice? If someone came up to you and said, "I can show
you the way to live a life of spiritual and cultural bliss." would you
believe them? Not that I am saying true enlightenment is "spiritual
and cultural bliss" but someone asked me that recently and now I am
sitting here wondering if he wasn't offering me a way to higher
ground. In this day and age is it feasible to think that someone can
offer to be your guide to enlightenment and mean it? And not be trying
to get something from you? Have we become too jaded and cynical to
become enlightened? Is our inherent mistrust in human nature, which is
due to years of bad karma and evildoing experience, blocking our
ability to gain a higher understanding of the reasons behind the bad
karma and evildoing?
Is this all just a circle of questioning that I
will never get out of? Does anyone really read all of this gibberish
and think to themselves, "I know exactly how he feels. If only I could
reach out and touch his mind I could take him to that utopia of
conscious bliss without having him mistrust it."? Where is the proper
place for punctuation in that last sentence?
Well, that turned out to be a lot different than I expected. A short burst of thought for a Tuesday morning.
How have all of you been?
What is going through your head these days?
If
you sat down without any idea of what you wanted to write and just
wrote would it come out as something coherent? would you censor
yourself or would you just let it flow? Would you care if other people
read it? Would you be wearing red socks as you did it?
These are
things that tie my mind up so that I can avoid writing what I think I
should be writing. Kind of like questions for a sunday morning. Why
do we drive on the parkway and park in the driveway? Why do we have an
insect called the fly and not one called the walk? Why is there air?
What is the purpose of the appendix? What does the color blue taste
like? Is television a good baby sitter? Does this age of immediate
information make us smarter or do we rely on the fact that the
knowledge will always be there at our fingertips and not retain any of
that knowledge?
And the list goes on and on. Perhaps I should
relax my mind a little more and let those thoughts slip away so that i
can be open to the bigger pictures. Or I could try to solve those
questions so that they won't come up again?
Anywho, Much love and thanks for listening.
When you find everything that you are looking for, does it get any easier trying to keep it?
Well, here we are again, or rather, there you are and here I was, for longer than I expected to be.
not just once or twice, i mean. really longer than anyone should have been expected to be.
You see I am in the Louis Armstrong New Orleans international airport, which for some reason uses the letters msy as it's call sign, weird, anywho, here I am after arriving at about 6:30 or so for a 7:40 flight. It is now 1:30 or so and I am still in the airport lobby. or rather back and forth from the lobby to the gate and bathroom.
Well, it all started innocently enough when I woke up this morning to rillo, the cat, mewing outside the window for a good twenty minutes. It went downhill from there.
The taxi ride from the house I was staying at to the airport was thrilling if for nothing else the stimulating conversation about mold and Bush and where the two come into play in New Orleans. More on that later if I can coherently remember. there were lots of near-hits on the road. I say near-hits because I think if you call something a near-miss that sort of implies a hit, right? You didn't quite miss. Well, check-in was fast and quick due to the vending machine like contraption that you use to scan your barcode confirmation thingy. However if I had checked in like in the olden days I might have found out that my flight "may be delayed"
the usual worry about the contents of my baggage and whether they will notice the liquid I brought, (they didn't) and me forgetting to take off my belt when I went through the metal detector, (and it didn't go off!! cheap belt or cheap detector?!?) they usually ask me to run my bag through again and since I have numerous hidden pockets and things stuffed in them it is usually justified. But everything clears. The man out front of the security checkpoint is yelling about what you can and can't take in and one of the things you can't take, of course, is sharp metal objects. So you get through the checkpoint and head for the bathroom and in next to the sink is a container for disposing of "razor blades and needles!!) If you can't get them through the checkpoint...what good is this receptacle? And if I had brought along my hash pipe or crack needle, do you think I would get rid of it if it somehow made it through the security checkpoint. Then again, think back at the person who is looking at the video monitor of the x-ray machine. This paragon of safety is usually stuffed into someone else's pants, wearing glasses and a bad complexion and their job is to stare at the tv all day. And they are not watching anything good. Catch a glimpse of what they are watching and you don't know what to look for anyway, I saw a poodle slip by without a second glance from the "technician" but she triple checked something that looked like a shampoo bottle for a barbie. "is that really only 2.8 ounces, ma'am?"
Well, back to my gate checking ability.
sit down at the gate and the sign reads "flight 110, 7:40 am departure, on time."
Great, I'll sit here and read my thoughts out loud to myself.
6:50 rolls around and a group of people are gathering at the desk in front. I wake up enough to listen in and it seems that some people are concerned about when the flight will take off. The desk clerk is not in yet and the crew that is assembled by the door, presumably to fly the plane, doesn't know anything yet.
7:05 and the crowd has grown larger and some of them are getting rather loud making it difficult to catch any make-up sleep. I overhear the word slight delay and hear a grown go through the crowd. I'm in no real hurry so I drift off.
I'm woken up by this lovely tid-bit of news.
"Ladies and Gentleman of flight 110 I have some news for you, your plane is here and is waiting to take off, however it is waiting for a part to arrive on the incoming flight 118 so that we can fix it. We hope to have you board at about....well...I don't want to give you the wrong expectation...let's say about 12:30...at the earliest. Thank you."
Immediately people rush for the desk to inquire ab out how to get on an earlier flight. Like I said, I'm in no rush, so I hang back and watch. People start getting irate about their situations. One fellow had a final exam scheduled that day and stayed in from Bourbon street to study. One lady had an eight year old who would be waiting at school to be picked up by her. One Chinaman had a connnecting flight to China waiting for him. One fellow was on the later flight already but was waiting for his luggage to arrive on a later flight so he could take it with him on the earlier flight to arrive later that day, it just got more confusing as I listened. Most of these people were under the impression that if they shouted long enough and loud enough at the poor sod working the desk, that same poor sod could either fix the plane themselves in mere minutes, or conjure up another completely empty flight for them to travel on. I sat next to a wonderful pianist named Jonathon Baptiste whom I had heard the previous evening and along with a jovial business woman and a long island couple we just shook our heads and silently made our arrangements to be late for whatever we had to do later that day. It amazed us that they were holding our flight because the had to fix it, and that they were taking that part off another plane.
8:40 and the next announcement.
"Ladies and gentleman of flight 110, sorry to inform you that we had two choices to make about your flight. We could either cancel your flight or reschedule your flight for 9:40 pm this evening. You'll be happy to learn we decided to schedule it for later this evening. If you have any questions feel free to speak to me at the desk, thank you."
Well, everyone had questions. More shouting and curses in five languages. Some people were already on the standby line for the next flight at 10:40 so they chose to wait it out. some of us were put on the next available flight at 6:10 that evening. Some gave up and went home.
The ones who didn't make it on the 10:40 flight and were unfortunate enough not to be put on the 6:10 had to go on the waiting list for that flight as it booked up with those of us who missed the stand by line for the 10:40. Some of the yellers ended up in the latter category I am happy to report. Not that they didn't have very good reasons for being angry, it's just not the right way to go about solving anything.
So here I sit in the airport falling asleep amidst crying babies and cell phones, waiting for the world to start again.
Think of me if you have a moment to travel this year.
Much love and thanks for listening.
When your sick do you always want someone to hold you head or just sympathize with your plight?
What is the best way to deal with rabid dogma?
Why is it that some one else always looks better in your favorite shirt?
When is the best time to tell yourself it's time to move on?
If you should let sleeping dogs lie, should cats always tell the truth?
What is the purpose of the male nipple?
Why is there hair on mens toes?
Laundry day should be a national holiday.
Basket weaving is a national sport in what country?
To publish or to perish?
When did the internet become the last bastion of truth?
Do I look fat in this blog?
Does moving solve spacial problems in your mind's cabinet?
When did I forget to mention that I'm a little off the teakettle.
Why is it called eggnog?
Where do memories end up when we forget them?
You have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet but who says you have to make an omelet?
Beds are for rolling.
Huh?
Much Love and thanks for listeninng.
What is happening now is...
Well, I'm in the middle of this month of work thing I decided to do.
It involves a lot of things during the day and then some things during the night.
I am not sure how I got into all these things but i do enjoy being busy.
Here is a list of what my week looks like.
Monday rehearse 9:30 - 2:30 for fight of flight, an aerial show that is fun if chafing.
that's all on monday, except for this monday when I have a show with my friend Shaneca. More on that later.
Tuesday rehearse 9:30 - 2:30 Fight or flight.
perform Fuerza Bruta 6 - 9:30. Fuerza Bruta is a new aerial show by one of the creators of De La Guarda. Check it out at www.fuerzabruta.net
Wednesday. Rehearse 9:30 - 1:00 Fight or flight
Rehearsa 1:00 - 5:00 Fuerza Bruta ( creators is in town for brush up.)
Perform Fuerza Bruta 6 - 9:30
Work 10PM - 9AM Apple store. Still working there. it's easy and fun and it's overnight, Yay!!
Thursday. finish work at apple @ 9AM
Rehearse 9:30 - 1:00 Fight or flight
Rehearse 1:00 - 5:00 Fuerza Bruta
perfrom Fuerza Bruta 6:00 - 9:30
work 10PM - 9AM apple store again.
Friday finish @ apple @ 9AM
rehearse 9:30 - 2:30 fight or flight
rig for Shaneca's show Flyin' 3:00 - 5:00
Perform Fuerza Bruta 6:00 - 12:30 (we have two shows of friday and saturday.)
work 12:30AM - 9AM @ apple.
Saturday Sleep while I can, finally
perform Fuerza Bruta 5:00 - 11:30
Sunday Pass out
Perform Fuerza bruta 5:00 - 9:00
sleep.
So I can sleep some saturday then sunday monda and tuesday nights.
then i hallucinate the rest of the week.
In all seriousness I am taking care of myself for all the things I'm doing.
I also have been cast in two amazing sports stories videos but that is pending due to my grossly irreverent schedule.
I like being that busy
Oh and I had to fly to phoenix for two weekends to help my aerial company 2nd Species, perform for an industrial. It was relatively simple this time around. We got to hang out by the lazy river most of the time and only ended up working for about 24 minutes of the four day weekend.
Yay us.
Well, I must get back to whatever it is that I am doing right now.
Hopefully it merits wisdom and courage to complete otherwise I may fall asleep.
Cheers
much love and thanks for listening.is
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