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606

Six hundred six days.  One year, 7 months, 27 days. I had to stop.  By November, the dreams, the things I found... those things could not be written.   They were... too dark... too personal, and my friend from all those decades before, her expression...  I saw her photograph now after all these years in dreams. So much grief. It all came together in a way that no one would have believed anyway.   There was no way I could say more than this. So, I wrote of other things, kind of... things lon...

childs

Today I am thinking about childhood friends. I don't know why that is. They just keep coming to me, one after another. The graceful brown boy, who could effortlessly leap into the air to catch a football. He was amazing and we all were in awe. This one would make the varsity team in a few years, that was just obvious, he stood out so dramatically from the rest of us, so graceful, so athletic, quiet, quick to flash a smile, an amazing young black man. He would surely make a college team, ...

Summer of 74

Saturday, November 28, 2009, 10:43 am, d 12,611, sitting in a booth at the flea market, tweeting fragments to the twitterverse from my cell... And looking at some old scribblings I see that I took a sociology class at CSN in June of 1974.  And its funny, I remember the Dead at the Bowl the next month, but not the class!  Interesting.  And I'm assuming this was Cal State Northridge, but actually... I don't recall, which is odd, when after all this time I have vivid memories of crashing a singl...

Autumn

Monday, November 9, 2009 11:20 am; d 12592. So far November has been a very busy month. Thankfully it's been wonderfully cool for the most part. Autumn has always been my favorite time of the year. Always. Especially the nights which are usually cool and breezy. Delightful weather actually.

hippies

Oh, I just turned 60. This is an odd thing for any of you who have not experienced it. It struck me that I had quite literally done 30 twice, and then that struck me as even more odd and slightly disturbing. It was at thirty that I had reached a point of reflection back on my life, having lived a life, no longer considering my self a child, or at least, somewhat less childish than before. And it was at thirty that I actually began to embrace in an adult sort of way a kind of religiosity, alb...

Synchronicity: What are you doing?

It's an odd thing we go through as humans. We are bombarded with more information than we could ever assimilate. For those of us who like to pay attention to such things, it can be a bit of a blur. And yet, we, all of us, cope. We maintain. We manage to somehow stay on top of this mountain of information through a complex system of mental filtering. Our consciousness somehow manages to ride shotgun over this information, steering it, throttling it, dumbing it down into some sort of manageable to...

Twitter: awakening the world mind pt 3: world oneness day

It's been a hectic month. I feel almost guilty saying that. Call it survivor's guilt. The revolution has not gone well for the people of Iran, yet they remain an inspiration for us all, and they do not give up. Their change will come. It is plainly inevitable. The old guard is senile and has lost its moral authority, and the rest is in the numbers. Over two-thirds of the population is under 30 and well educated (with a near 100% literacy rate). Such numbers do not bode well for any group ...

Twitter: awakening the world mind pt 2: struggle within the Iranian elite

It was never my intent to turn this into a political blog, but clearly the Twitterverse, this extension of our consciousness, this recent manifestation of the world mind, seems to have in its own way decided otherwise. All hell broke loose on Twitter Saturday with posts coming in from Tehran and elsewhere describing street demonstrations and the rumors of rumors of where or what the security forces were up to and who could be trusted and whether the next day's demonstration at Azadi Square w...

Twitter: awakening the world mind pt 1: following

Twitter is a wonderful thing. It's all about following... finding interesting people to follow. Everybody has things they are interested in. Twitter is very much a follow your bliss kind of medium. The timeline fills with people's thoughts and ideas. People share interesting links, complain about the network not working, talk about what they are doing, what thought keeps them going through the day. Twitters tell other twitters things they might not mention to someone sitting right across...

Unfollowing: A quest for value in the Twitterverse

This was an interesting weekend, both wonderful and frustrating all at the same time. I've managed to pull back from Twitter somewhat, certainly not as much as some, who seem quite capable of leaving it at the end of the day on Friday not to return until Monday. It's interesting to watch the comings and goings. Twittering is about watching others and being watched, despite the protestations of those insisting the rest of us are missing the point by trivializing a technology meant to generate...