i am working on jump starting it, coaxing it out of its hidey hole, giving it cpr, heimlich maneuvering it, thumping it, screaming at it, massaging it… whatever

i hope it comes back to life soon, this is really getting tiring, and boring, and depressing.

* my creativity gene

i am working on jump starting it, coaxing it out of its hidey hole, giving it cpr, heimlich maneuvering it, thumping it, screaming at it, massaging it… whatever

i hope it comes back to life soon, this is really getting tiring, and boring, and depressing.

* my creativity gene

Jimbo (see link below) brought up the issue of blog rolls recently. I haven’t had a blog roll on my site in AGES.

A short time ago I wholesale deleted all the rss feeds from blogs, websites, etc. from my feed reader. I subscribed to so many sites I wasn’t reading any of them. It was an immediate and satisfying release when they were deleted. Slowly over time I have been adding some back. Even with only 11 subscriptions I still find myself skimming – I like the juicy stuff. Here is my current reading list:

my reticence – http://blog.no-words.com/
A Lowering of Moral Standards Among Butterflies – http://girlonastick.blogspot.com/
ArtScience.org – http://artscience.org/
BikePortland.org – http://www.bikeportland.org
Eruptions – http://scienceblogs.com/eruptions/
jimbo.info – http://www.jimbo.info/weblog/
PSFK – http://www.psfk.com/
SciencePunk – http://scienceblogs.com/sciencepunk/
SEEDMAGAZINE.COM – http://www.seedmagazine.com
The Volcanism Blog – http://volcanism.wordpress.com/
unBLOGGED – http://tjnorris.net/blog/

Do you read this much neglected website? Do you have a website I should read? Maybe you should let me know about it.

on the subject of social networking:

My social networking reaction is similar to the blogs… I am officially over social networking. I deleted my Myspace profile a while ago, and just recently “hid” everyone in Facebook except family members, my FB home is now sparkly clean and completely readable as my family members don’t post very often. Twitter I skim at best, ignore the rest.

This “relief” feeling is an interesting one. I think it has to do with my preferred introversion (or maybe i’m just getting old(e)). When I am bombarded with information overload, useless shit, etc. I just shut down. I’ve only learned recently that it’s better to turn all that external crap off. It clogs the airwaves, so to speak. Now i’m reading more real books, thinking more, having more connections with people face to face… It’s nice. Refreshing. Old and new simultaneously.

The internet is great, but I think it’s completely fucking with our communication skills – people either have none, or they have inconsiderate half-baked skills all because they are hiding behind the crutch of technology. We are making our plebe lives ten times more dramatic for no apparent reason other than to give us a selfish boost of what? I despise drama! A kind of fame within our friends network? Yuck! Remember when the biggest problem was “misreading” peoples real feelings through IM. Now it’s ten times more dramatic delivering snippets of emotion or sideways glances through twitter, facebook/myspace status… more? I haven’t been keeping up with the latest and greatest.

Still processing the pix from Hawaii, wish I were still there.

The best advice my mother ever gave me was “you can do anything if you put your mind to it.”

I put my mind to being a triathlete, and now I am one. Finished my first sprint, and can’t wait for the next one. I have further goals here, Olympic distance, Half Ironman, Full Ironman (?)… So this anything is not quite finished.

However, it leads me to begin thinking out and planning out the next Anything. Which is expanding my work with Artpraxsci. I have visions of expanding the content of the website exponentially. We are working up a set of questions to interview artists & scientists next, then exploring some educational content type stuff. We are taking it slowly, steadily, drawing up the plan. I had originally intended Artpraxsci to be a NFP, but I think it’s going to evolve something like website, corporation, and then split into NFP if necessary. If we can keep the excitement up. This is a bad time to start an NFP, but an excellent time to start a small-business, and by not being an NFP we can have lots of freedom to explore different avenues.

And then there’s all the crap on my to-do lists… oh yah better get to some of that shite.

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Heteroautoselfsuggested state of nonstate, lying awake. Unable to masturbate, have a clear thought, or wish for a different unconsciousness. Up there, down here, stair-worlds apart. Anxious, water sipped, slapped, and flushed, the junction is disjointed in 3, XYZ. No relation to argumentative climate theories or the Central Dogma. The polar bears are dying, anticipating the next ice age, just around the corner, several light years away, maybe on another planet entirely. Extinction after all is so terribly Sci-Fi. Extropy always wins. If you stare at it long enough i’ll have your undivided solemnity. A terrible feeling this trait of being serious. Always wishing for a “happy ending” in the charade of climbing stairs. I am clearly being sent under a separate cover. Postmarked: Undeliverable.

When you’re spliffed out shaking your soul headwards it’s a good idea to be slightly less massive, and a tad bit apolitical. Out with the new! Leading flights to oblivion through skull crossed apexes on event horizons between 41k and 65k feet. Flirting with a lack of atmosphere that is either fake blonde, or a mere hint of wandering grey. Beauty is in the eye of… whichever way it lies after the morning piecemeal of fruit wax. The belly rumbles wondering. A girl is passed out on a couch some multiwheres after 19 out of 24. She’ll think she’s been unsuccessful the next morning, but it’ll all be a myopic daydream. The light of day shining shinier at any given moment. Even those not worth documenting under any circumstances will be chased like phantoms across the floor. 4 tiny thunderbolts burst & echo. He’ll point at the ceiling, and you’ll swear to GOD he sees something only he can see. A crescendo of sound will accompany him. Willing the invisible to life. Except there wasn’t anything ever there except scatter-shot & soul, & nothing. That’s when he’ll exit stage right, sly winks all around, leaving nothing to wonder up there.

Chub is good when you’re light and downy. Fated or free willed? Looking tired of mom-like, where has my life gone? Down the shoot without a toob, or up in the air and full of flight? Fleeing intersections for double americanos split with raw nerve and a pinhole of sunlight. The blueberries are just sweet enough for the stroller. She’s wearing black and white striped pants and a vaguely bored expression. I don’t suppose it’s due to baa-baa bottle blues, a PBR hangover, or the complete surrender to automatic functioning of environmental police? Slick suited with a slight limp – one gear to rule them all. He’s got a safari on his head, and she has puppies embroidered on her jeans jacket. Two too old for their genes. Incognito incandescence flows from the lockbox across the street – a perfect time for combing through misunderstandings under the cool blue gray. The importance of being earnest in a carnivorous world lies in spring break boredom.

Follow the eruption along on AVO’s Twitter

I ask myself, Who do I want to be?

Traveler
Adventurer
Explorer
Observer
Artist
Performer
Animator
Storyteller
Scientist
Leader
Collaborator
Investor
Lover
Partner
Friend
Designer

Now to manifest.

Along some maybe wannabees…

Naturalist
Gardener
Carpenter
Cook
Better Environmentalist

The buzzwords are:
ENGAGE -> EXECUTE -> DELIVER

The year of finding new value that I can extract from myself.