A while back I participated in the Smartest man, put it on my side bar. But now its gone… doesn’t fit, no longer prudent (I hope George Bush Senior doesn’t sue me for that.) So, here is the list and its a fun exchange between smart people, or just smart bloggers, or maybe just something to do when your not that smart. So tell me how smart are you???
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This is a different kind of post, I guess one would say a self-promotion-bragging post. Its been close to two years since I started this blog on the crumbling ruins of my former site and I have sped past the 50 post mark. This would be 53 if this is considered to be a constructable post.
I guess this would be tagged better as ‘Hey Look at What I did!’ However that tag wouldn’t fit in my newly re-designed site. After-all after a while I get sick of looking at the same layout. Like anything new I’m sure there a few bugs here and there. I’m working hard of fixing those along with digging up content for this and my other sites (Which are now listed right above this post – how cool is that?)
Thanks for reading my poems, writings and brainless rants over the past year and 9 months. I can’t promise anything better or worse, however I can do a re-cap of my favorite posts:
But hey that’s just my Opinion. Tell me what you think???
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It is not the concept of loosing that has me down lately but more of the failure to realize that I might be on a loosing streak. Besides not keeping up with this and my other blogs, my apartment (how long till people realize the nicer I dress means I haven’t done a laundry in a while), ordering fast food is too easy in NYC since even McDonald’s Delivers, and of course the self inflicting curiosity of the fall tv season, what will suck and what will I tivo but still stay up and watch at the same time. All that might not look too bad but when adding the feeling of isolation, a good friend leaving town another on a verge of leaving and lonely old me writing a book for a year without settling on how the first chapter is going to start, or how dark or witty the character should be. It seems when your trying to aim for a bulls-eye the best way to get it is to take a whole bunch of darts walk up to the board and stab them hard into the red.
Cheating?
Maybe but it looks good, as long as everyone’s heads were too busy drinking or looking for a mate. What is the point of trying so hard with out a round of cheating, fudging, bluffing, blaming someone else or just not recalling your mistakes. After all that works for our current administration, but its kind of hard for a writer to cheat. Its hard to cheat on creativity, or to charge yourself back in for another round, another rewrite, another chapter where the hero reveals his inner self or just sits around playing spin the bottle with a three hundred year old female ghost.
It seems to me while I write it gets harder and hard to rewrite since once I change a small part back on page 1 it disturbs something that was written on page 62, and then that reflects another opinion on other pages which ultimately makes me think of the butterfly effect and then to those butterfly art pieces that freak me out since they look so real that I want to grab a net but there glued to some glass casing (only happened once.) Is a year to long not to be done with your first draft of your first novel? That isn’t a clear or interesting question since I’ve heard some people take decades, and others only months, I’ve never been called fast and use to have a nickname Turtle but thought it was because I was a little timid, well maybe thick headed.
As we throw our ideas out onto the dartboard of hell, and wish for a bulls-eye, it seems cheating might not be the only way but its also a great inspiration. Looking back at our placement of the darts, we can describe them, how they sit, how they puncture into the red crisp of our creative mind drawing the blood to the surface again and we can forget that we didn’t follow the rules getting them there, that when everyone turned there backs or kissed there girls I was alone for those ten seconds to use my creative genius sparking the inner pressure to impress. Yet most of the people around will never believe me, for proper reasoning, again be left by myself to come up with another original piece without bending the rules and need to make the time between work, eating (cooking instead of Chinese), cleaning, classes, working out and other things that distract you while living in New York like the riding on the subway. Have you noticed the increase number of young girls dying there hair riding the subway lately? Maybe that’s for another post… Maybe I’ll leave the darts on the red dot for a little while longer and gloat.
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Okay. Someone broke the water cooler in the sky on this hot Tuesday in NYC. Ever wonder about the sky being blue. I mean blue is seen as a depressing color. When your blue, your either choking or depressed. So if the sky is blue then does that mean God is choking or depressed. I mean it’s so lovely outside, well besides the 99 degrees plus humidity factor, that it would be amazing God wasn’t in his bathing suite soaking up the sun with all those angels. But then why is Blue such depressing color, it’s a cold color even if its hot outside.So on a blue day look towards the sky and let the warmth of the heavens above melt those feelings away. Because there is no reason to feel down when the sun is burning a hole in your head.
Anyway, that’s just a random thought for this hot Tuesday.
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I have been able to Astral Project a couple of times since I’ve started trying, but its been a very long time since then. Now, laying in bed I started the normal procedures, moving my energy through my body focusing on those main areas, the toes, fingers, knees and back of the head. I felt that energy flush through my body, the colors rushing through my closed eyes. You feel like your getting a head-rush and sugar high for a little then your body grounds itself and your almost floating. Focusing on the little white dots that came across my vision, I lost myself in a state a relaxation and fadded off to sleep. Your really not suppose to be lying in your bed for these things to work.
I woke to find a kitten licking my face, it was morning and this little white and orange kitten was waking me up. He was puring and meowing and I was staring at the little guy as his fur slid against my skin and as I petted him I realized that i don’t own a cat. I moved my head and everything was heavy, my body was hard to move and the apartment was very bright, the cat continued to play under the sheets and pop its head up for a moment. As I started to realize this wasn’t quiet real I could feel my heart start beating faster and pain struck my spin. The kitten came back and licked me again, I turned and the little fragile kitten relaxed me. I lied there smiling as his nose touched mine. Then my eyes began to hurt, everything started to get fuzzy and doubled, a rush of pain through my spine and up inside my head. I squinted my eyes to focus. (more…)
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This past weekend some friends of mine kidnapped me from my safe New York City lifestyle. We made our way up the Hudson river, taking the route that was heavily congested. Camping. Me who spends most of the waking day in-front of a box, with a keypad and mouse making sure other people can seamlessly do the same, let my inner caveman out. Camping is not anything new, nor is it for me, but something about this trip has opened a new beast inside me. Maybe its just the fresh air, the volcanic ash spitting out of the fire, or just the smells – burning wood, morning dew, stinking garbage, decomposing brush, food cooked over an open fire or just that forest blend that doesn’t blow down to the busy streets of NYC.
As I sat back our first night sipping on a beer and watching the flames of the fire dance, it occurred to me that it has been a long time since I wasn’t surronded by electricity or battery operated devices. Besides the car radio that we used as our jukebox and the flashlights that helped us find our sleeping bags and a nice tree for a midnight stroll, I found myself unwired and unwirelessed. Simulated into the 21st century technologists I thrive on our wonderful world of electronics. Right now besides the computer that i’m typing on, my iPod which i’m listing to or the five lights that are turned on in my studio apartment, I have the DVR which is quietly recording today’s 4400. This is the life of the 21st century and not only in the USA but all over the world. When I was down in Ecuador, everyone used the same electronics that made life a lot easier. They didn’t go over board like the consumer informed North Americans, but they aren’t sitting in-front of a fire on a $9.99 chair which they purchased from Target. (more…)
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So, I did do 12 out of 14 days of the diet. But didn’t fall off a hundred percent. After the 12 days of NO Sugar, Caffeine, carbs and alcohol I felt great. However, the running and the gym really helped more. The diet helped me run 3 miles in less then 30 minutes, which is the best I’ve done in years. Now the new goal is to keep it up and try in this busy New York Life to run more then 15 miles a week… or at-least 15 miles a week. (more…)
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WOW!!! One week is done. So this was Day 7. I feel good, muscles are killing me but I guess that is better then all those carbs and processed foods. So I woke up this morning happy that in one week I will be able to have a regular coffee. The problem is there will be so much that i’d like to have, I really hope I won’t over do it. (more…)
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We all hate Mondays! Six days without caffeine and I think my withdrawal is spiking again. In the morning the alarm clock blasted from across the room(the only way I’ve found to actually to physically get up in the morning.) My body was paralyzed, well not really paralyzed, but all the muscles were on strike. I could feel the a stream of cells marching inside every muscle, marching so hard that it was burning. That was the start of a long day. (more…)
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Alright this is getting ridiculous. Scales lie!!! I do not mean the ones on the Huge Galapagos lizards (Mostly yellow lizards there, at-least the bigs guys were.) Anyways, it seems I am 173 now, or at least for the moment. Now that might not sound like much – but I haven’t been under 175 in a long long long time. Plus my belly has been hurting with all this ab workout…. And today is the first day of the five days that I didn’t have a salad. The whole salad thing can get addicting, which might be a good thing for me. Like Rodney Dangerfield in ‘Easy Money’ when he has a salad while his friends pig out on steak, “No Respect.” But today, it is respectable to eat healthy and soon it may even be the law. As the government cracks down on Trans-fats, soon they might cut out Chicken Wings…. if that was the case, I’d have to make them myself – I love chicken wings. But don’t have a craving for them right now. I’m sure if I was walking pass ‘Dallas BBQ’ I’d have to dig my nails into the palm of my hand to keep on this track. (more…)
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