B-A-N-G. That wasn’t a gun, no. Worse then a bullet or I imagine so. The column on 323 Madison walks off without a dent, the marble green shows hints of red. My hand reaches back interfering with the vibrations the skull emitted. Somewhere on the ground Loren continues her rambling while my eyes feel like the Hoover dam.
My blurred vision stares at my hand, some parts of the brain are working overtime, the hamster that spins in his wheel spins faster calling on the heart to speed up his production. In the distance a mumbled “Hey! Are you there.” Forced me to grab the lost metallic artifact from the sidewalk.
“Yeah, Just hit my head.” I explained. Rather then giving any sign of compassion Loren continued her banter. This time about her job, the one that she hates, regrets ever accepting and has been quitting for the past five years. There are only six banters and on her banter scale the job is only a level five out of ten. My hand retrieved more red warm liquid from my cracked skull as her voice spiked to volumes that only dogs hear.
“Loren I have to call you back, I …” I spat out, a little cracked, as she interrupted with her normal plea.
“Fine.” She screeched, then the call droped as my wrist followed that motion of snapping shut the cancerist object that my life depends on. I contemplate of calling someone about the bump growing above possibly damaged brain cells or just enter the building and find a bathroom. After all, the show must go on.

It is not today that worries me, but tomorrow. Today is predictable and pretty with a slight chance of cold. Yesterday was warm and fuzz like a Chia Latte sliding down my throat. Right now in the moment I’m blinded by the colliding cosmos withing my mind. They circle around, crashing into neuron after neuron changing my direction and mission by the nano-second. When today becomes tomorrow there will be one less neuron to realize that time has passed.

Word of the Day: Light

Timed by a spin, tilted in space

I Stare at specks of you.

Covering the sky above,

winking me to believe

tomorrow will bring

one of you closer to me.

In your morning Light,

you show me this world.

Tesla’s Chair of Electricity
Current through the air, oh those dreams you dared. The first time I saw you in the photo above, almost a hundred years after the negative dried, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Who would stand so close to danger? Who wouldn’t fear the electrical current that surrounds them? The answer is the man who discovered the impossible. The man out of time, the ‘Lord of the Lightning’. Looking at you, writing away, discovering something new, I let my mind slip into the past and travel to your time. It was 1899 in Colorado Springs that you constructed a tower of metal to send electricity through the air all the way to New York. To this day a task that has never been completed, a task that no one is crazy enough to try.

I’ve fallen in love with the meaning of this picture, the achievements of your mind. The truth that once you put your mind towards something don’t let anything stop you. However even the smartest of men fail, even the most brilliant fall. You lived your life, stubborn but true to science. A life about current and the radio wave and today you are the image of the mad scientist as the man you once mocked is seen as the icon of a genius. What I see most out of this picture is fearless and dedication, an old world that will never come back again since those discoveries have brought us our modern necessities, your imagination empowers our modern economy.

What would it be like to be in that chair, to surround one self with thousands of volts of current? The never stopping snaps and crackles that puncture the inner ear, or feel the burning sensation as a stream of white light comes near. What would it feel to have the current flow through the body the way you demonstrated to so many, would is tickle or sting? You do not care for these silly questions. No. You do not care at all. These are below you as you write our future technology.

As I stare into the past, the picture tells me more, it talks to me and teases me and makes me come up with wild dreams. If a man can accomplish so much, pour thousands of volts of electricity through there body, change the world with a switch and yet a hundred years later be a ghost to the modern world then our actions no matter how grand they become in the end only belong to the person who performed them. I want to be in Tesla’s chair of electricity and be so calm and focused while the rest of the world shoots off its chaotic lightning storm.

His Name Blew A Fuse
The birthplace for our obsession
of the great radio waves,
the man who perfected the art.
He proves this point calmly
sitting in an uncommon spot.
Whether a genius or a mad man,
it is easy to note his radiance.
As thunder strikes around him,
the lighting sparks within.
Thank you Nikola Tesla,
for all the cell phones and data,
transmitted through the air.
Without the ‘man out of time’,
electricity would only be direct.
Though his name blew a fuse
many remember his alternate current.

Take a look at this comparison about our privacy and the future of reading here: http://diveintomark.org/archives/2007/11/19/the-future-of-reading

If that isn’t enough than a full review of the product here: http://blogs.zdnet.com/BTL/?p=7098 does give the full scope. I believe for $400 you can do much better and unless your going to burn through that much in a year when the product is half the price with twice the features then hey go for it. But the scary thing is the first link above abou our privacy and future of reading. Do we want to live in a world where everything is connected, and everyone knows what you are reading, writing and how quickly? Big brother Jeff is watching.

1. The Fallen Sandal
2. Will commute for caffeine
3. The Subway Guy…

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.

As my cellphone, computer, and iPod get a rest I climbed up and down a rocky cliff, hiked under a waterfall, rested on-top of a historical site called the Catskill Mountain house which overlooked the Hudson valley. Sitting there on a cliff side, taking pictures, drinking a beer and eating a health-bars my friends and I talked about everything and nothing at once. Our inside jokes made us smile, as the scenery was just another way for us to communicate. These are the friends that you feel safe with on top of a 3,000 foot cliff, know they will help you when you slip on the trail, and most importantly they laugh at your punchlines or make fun of you when you say something stupid.

The trip made me realize that when we’re born batteries aren’t included. We don’t need them to live, to feel good about ourselves or to challenge who we are. All we need is a weekend away from the batteriesed machines that sometimes we feel control our lives. We just need to breath in what mother nature intended us too. Cheers to my friends who took the city boy out for an adventure and re-introduced him to a world without batteries.

Nothing seemed to be different on the surface and for a minute or two it streamed unnoticeable.

Black spots invaded my vision

Fear laid upon my door

To late for a band-aid, as the red puddle next to my foot grew.

Only a finger, a small narrow part of the body.

Only a piece of metal that pierced it blindly.

Only me alone, heart pounding as the spots grow.

I look down to see what beauty my splatter makes.

Smile its only a cut on the finger.

‘Cover it’, my ghosts whisper to me, ‘cover it and it shall heal’.

For all of those who don’t know. Douglas Adams … here is the wiki page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_Adams

And for this Towel Day I just have one piece of advice, “Don’t panic!”

Happy Towel day.