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mlerulesIt happened. It was. Now it'd nearly done. Tomorrow'll be another one. Drifting like a feather. Floating. Gusts move it higher, but gravity's kicking back in for a while.
How much do we consciously think before we act versus react intuitively? How hardwired are we to find/create/repeat patterns and/or design shortcuts so as to reduce the need for deliberation each time? I love the magic of the process of thinking stuff through then realizing it's becoming nearly second nature. Some folks seem to think outside the box naturally. Either the box is built differently for 'em or they like to find different ways through the maze each time. Something to be said for systematic approaches (efficiency), but also for more flexible ones (let's try THIS, where THIS is based on some experience(s) - not stabbing away in the dark so much as grasping about w/an experienced set of tools).
And later:
Solo show or group? Big picture or slice of life? Ideally both together. Storytelling’s vital: necessary. To individual. To group.
Insights from art. The art of insight. Powerful stuff. Not so easy to do right/well/good.
Thoughts pinwheeling…pausing then speeding up, shifting gears constantly. Lived in LA for the two (2) years without a car. One reason I love to drive now is that I was drive-deprived when younger. Making up for lost time. Finding lost space. Redecorating that space. Making it mine. Taking it with me. Oh, baby. (cut to pop-music interlude)
Moral: Slow and steady wins the race.
The importance of time cannot be underestimated. Or is it energy? Sorta one and the same. Only not. * stops to admire shooting stars * I love nighttime.
Easygoing’s good nature. Or easily = easily gone.
Social butterflies flit. * interlude of thought * Pennies are stupid. I must admit a minor addiction to x-mas music.
If I lack certainty in my life, that’s just fine so long as I have no expectation of certainty. Easy to state. Not too hard to put into practice. Regular maintenance required.
Mercenaries scare me. What scares you?
Mebbe I need to put my intelligence to use…perhaps to the test…at least useful. Here comes the wave of guilt. Gonna try to let it recede w/out pulling me under. Girding my loins, standing here in the surf…let ‘er rip. I can handle it. I can choose how to deal w/it. I choose not to worry about things so much. Sigh. Good. It is what it is. What a simple concept.
Project: put (revised/updated) RADIO RADIO onto CD.
Sometimes I would like to think that in some alternative universe – not here, but elsewhere…definitely somewhere – there are clear rules which will lead if followed strictly and logically from here to there, from A to Z via B, C, etc. all orderly-like. It ain’t that easy in my world.
How much do we consciously think before we act versus react intuitively? How hardwired are we to find/create/repeat patterns and/or design shortcuts so as to reduce the need for deliberation each time? I love the magic of the process of thinking stuff through then realizing it's becoming nearly second nature. Some folks seem to think outside the box naturally. Either the box is built differently for 'em or they like to find different ways through the maze each time. Something to be said for systematic approaches (efficiency), but also for more flexible ones (let's try THIS, where THIS is based on some experience(s) - not stabbing away in the dark so much as grasping about w/an experienced set of tools).
And later:
Solo show or group? Big picture or slice of life? Ideally both together. Storytelling’s vital: necessary. To individual. To group.
Insights from art. The art of insight. Powerful stuff. Not so easy to do right/well/good.
Thoughts pinwheeling…pausing then speeding up, shifting gears constantly. Lived in LA for the two (2) years without a car. One reason I love to drive now is that I was drive-deprived when younger. Making up for lost time. Finding lost space. Redecorating that space. Making it mine. Taking it with me. Oh, baby. (cut to pop-music interlude)
Moral: Slow and steady wins the race.
The importance of time cannot be underestimated. Or is it energy? Sorta one and the same. Only not. * stops to admire shooting stars * I love nighttime.
Easygoing’s good nature. Or easily = easily gone.
Social butterflies flit. * interlude of thought * Pennies are stupid. I must admit a minor addiction to x-mas music.
If I lack certainty in my life, that’s just fine so long as I have no expectation of certainty. Easy to state. Not too hard to put into practice. Regular maintenance required.
Mercenaries scare me. What scares you?
Mebbe I need to put my intelligence to use…perhaps to the test…at least useful. Here comes the wave of guilt. Gonna try to let it recede w/out pulling me under. Girding my loins, standing here in the surf…let ‘er rip. I can handle it. I can choose how to deal w/it. I choose not to worry about things so much. Sigh. Good. It is what it is. What a simple concept.
Project: put (revised/updated) RADIO RADIO onto CD.
Sometimes I would like to think that in some alternative universe – not here, but elsewhere…definitely somewhere – there are clear rules which will lead if followed strictly and logically from here to there, from A to Z via B, C, etc. all orderly-like. It ain’t that easy in my world.
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:16 am (UTC)the end of thought is the end of suffering but not the end of intelligence or action
the intelligence that makes us and the universe is not in the mind the intelligence that makes us separate is (me)
I like you, not who I think you are but who you really are
that works on everyone
Love,
M