Thesis:

The self isn't the brain or the physiology or the mind (per-se).  The self is an organ of perception that is immaterial but materially based.  A holographic structure that is the coherent interaction of a consciousness with all of the other interacting forces.

In the way that the light will shine into your eyes & show you the color red - ( Read more... )

I'm pretty happy that long ago I decided I was too broke to ever use photoshop & taught myself all kinds of different weird open-source image manipulation software.  Not that I ever developed beyond rudimentary ability - but at least stupid adobe can't just steal.  Hilarious.

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I'm feeling all used up still and just trying to pull it together but I really did hit a threshold at work, a big milestone, effort-wise.  It'll be smoother sailing for a while now, fortunately, finally.  But this last week?  I had a total arc.  Oh, did I mention the opera?  We went to see the Magic Flute at Severance.  It was good.

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The hardest part of going on site is working with my boss.  That's hard because he's my friend & I like him & he likes me.  Since I've met him years ago now, he's been after having a baby & he seems to have got his wish, sort of.  His baby came earlier this month, maybe the first?  6.5 month pregnancy.  This is what makes it hard for me.  I'm very ( Read more... )

Into From

In and Under prepositional perdition

the place as mood

as experience & self.

In and Under mean what is

what can be told or known or seen is in or under

or piled up on top.  

I did mean to start & end this year here as a kind of apocalypse log.  Story of how it all happened  Not that I don't still have apocalyptic anticipations, but the spring...

It's been really wonderful.  I've been lifed-up & motivated. Mowed the grass and everything.  Now to just figure out how to deal with this fallen tree in my yard...

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Finally get to stepping.  Outside you see the sun come  up & the trees starting & finishing to bud, there's that misty haze of the morning that renders everything gently, softens the corners off of things.

The imagination is an organ of perception.  I believe that.  I think of telling stories, making art, these are manipulations of the ( Read more... )

Weather's been real swingy lately.  In that spot range between 70 & 40 I'm basically ruined.  My dumb nose runs like a faucet & I've got a dawn-to-dusk headache to go with it.  Kind of fucking up my whole thing, this type weather.  Still love the spring though.  We had that day last week where all the flowering trees were blooming, so wonderful.   ( Read more... )