Literature, art, music, horticulture, ecology, magic (not the bumper sticker rhymes and plastic fairies you buy in new age book stores; I mean the kind of magic that happens on an unmarked trail on an unnamed mountain when time stops long enough for you to forget who you think you are), fine food and wine, poker, and pretty ladies.
Music
Jazz -- Miles Davis is God, and Bud Powell is the messiah -- Indie type crap -- Bright Eyes and Weakerthans -- Eighties, a little nineties, non-cheesy female vocalists, Jeff Buckley, Turin Brakes, and Johann Sebastian Bach.
Movies
Mystery of Ranpo (Japanese), Lovers of the Arctic Circle (Spanish; thanks a million for that one, Caroline), Whale Rider, Fight Club, Garden State, Snatch, Hero, anything Baz Luhrman, most things Monty Python.
Television
Right, like I've got nothing better to do than have my soul siphoned out by the tube... well, ok, I guess the Discovery channel is pretty cool. And Mythbusters. And they never should've canceled Six Feet Under.
Books
Funny Pictures at pYzam.com
Anything by Robert Heinlein; most Salman Rushdie, Rumi, Demian by Herman Hesse, Razor's Edge by W. Sommerset Maugham, Lamb by Christopher Moore, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, most things by Terry Pratchet, American Gods by Neil Gaimann.
Heroes
My mother, Nelson Mandela, Billie Holiday, MLK, Ghandi, Luther Burbank, George Washington Carver, Stephen Hawking, Mother Theresa, Thomas Jefferson, a Jewish hippie, and a few friends the world doesn't recognize... yet.
Oh, yeah; and me.
But this guy, not so much:
Funny Pictures at pYzam.com
About me: Who I am: Not so much a fish out of water as a great, winged beast trying to live in a tiny little fish bowl. I'm the last inch of fuse just before the blasting cap in the stick of dynamite that blows to bits the silly notions of "can" and "can't" that hold your own little fish bowl world together. I'm the little tuft of feather floating in the stratosphere that jams up the engine of the top-secret jet that's carrying the neutron bomb, bringing the apocalypse to a screeching halt. I'm the insignificant lower-case letter in the middle of an average word in the middle of the title of the story of how the world got flipped on it's head when humans learned they could fly. No, not really... underneath all the words, ideas, possibilities, passions, faith, beauty, history, love, artful wrath, creative destruction, and an always growing collection of stories; I'm just like you, and I'm nothing... and as we all know, nothing is perfect.
Who I'd like to meet: Other people who know they're nothing and know they're perfect. With the guts to say it, and the will to hear it. People who aren't too chicken-shit to make waves and rock boats. With better things to do than bitch about what's wrong. Writers. Rock stars. Revolutionaries. And pretty ladies. It never hurts to know a few more pretty ladies.
you bless us with your presence even from afar... we collaborate through all space and time...but one of these days itd be nice to be in range for a good butt pinching ;)
"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and
you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is
giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and
you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been
your delight."
~Khalil Gibran
Stars prick their bed of pink bleeding blue
Find there way to you eyes as I stare into you
My heart beats away in the twilight
This is the first of our summer nights
Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but
all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued
bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man
has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love.
Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly
helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp
his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him
by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with
life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a
king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. In
freedom it gives itself unreservedly, abundantly, completely. All the
laws on the statutes, all the courts in the universe, cannot tear it
from the soil, once love has taken root."
~ Emma Goldman
Just DROPPING by to say I'm sorry about Rick-Rolling everyone on fool's day ;-)
Please don't hate the unicorns just cuz they are "mythical", cutesy, girlie, magical, gay, and stuff . Or even if you have the opinion that unicorns are bad lovers . Such as this polar bear who once disclosed to me that she was extremely disappointed with the reported sexual proficiency of some random unicorn she dated . That conversation really happened, but my point is that unicorns don't hate you; or at least they probably wouldn't if they existed anyways. Or maybe they do , hell, I don't know ; I'm not telling you what you should believe or what you shouldn't .
I'm simply asking you to maybe look into your heart and try to find respect and compassion for all beings if at all possible . No matter which dimension they come from.
Even if you also have to beat the @#$% out of them .
As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.
When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened
Meta-Meme performed by STS9 at The Pageant, St Louis on March 14, 2009 . Stereograf photo taken of STS9 by Eric Rejman on March 13, 2009 in Chicago's Congress Theater .
