I was around 10 years old and my sisters and I were playing in our attic which was really two large rooms and we considered it the 3rd floor with the actual attic above it. Vicki got a chair and had the idea to jump off the chair like we were diving in to a pool, only we were just to make it look like we were going to dive. Not actually dive in to the floor. My turn came and wouldn't you know it. I fully committed. I hit the floor with my face so hard I chipped a tooth and dented the floor.
My sisters and I had similar nightgowns and we like to dance around. Vicki does this great fan kick and once again I fully commit to the swing of my leg, pulling it back to swing it forward to see how high I can kick. Remember I said similar nightgowns? Yeah, the difference in mine was that I had no elastic in the bottom for stretching like they did so as my leg swung forward and met the resistance of the nightgown I literally kicked myself off of my own feet. Landing with a very generous thud on to my back side.
FINDING THE LOVE
Gabe is so proud that he can now color within the lines. He said that he doesn't want to stop coloring ever. I love that he is excited to color. I have to remind myself that he is only 5 and to pace information I give him since I'm not always the best at parsing it down to something simple. I am happy he is excited about his ability and at the same time I don't want to teach him too much conformity. Rather I want to make sure that he understands it can be however he chooses. Just because they want you to color in the lines does not mean you have to. Right now though I just color with him however he wants. It's about the time together more than anything.
I identify with villains. I was sitting here thinking about books and movies and all the stories I have read or seen and thought about who I identify with in each story. Truth is most often I identify with the villains. Villains are just people who's story hasn't really been told from their point of view. If not the villain then the plucky, determined, semi outcast, boundary pusher type of characters.
I grew up on computers. We always had one. By the time we were allowed to use it by ourselves we were at the Apple IIe, then the Commodore 64, the Amiga, and so forth and so on. I watched games go from pure dos text based to games with graphics. I remember when the first game to really give the idea of movement and depth in a 3d way to me was called The Killing Game Show and it was for the Amiga. It was the first time I remember seeing layers being used. The first layer moved by very fast, the second one at a medium pace and the back layer very slowly. Like when you are riding in a car and the foreground flys by but the background moves slowly or how like the moon always seems to be following you because it's so far away.
I'm used to computers. I made sure my children could use them by 3 years old. The desktop computer is a staple in our family. I kept up with the changes and growth. When the internet was just gaining traction I learned to code. Back in those days websites had to be very specific or people wouldn't know how to use them. Links had to be in the upper left hand corner and cobalt blue. Information had to be disseminated a certain way for people to really get behind. The changes and growth started to come faster. Quicker. Less time spent on something discovered. Always pushing for better and faster ways.
I eventually stepped out of that world. I could not keep up with the rate of growth and change. It was a time of many things being unsettled, not uniform and that made things more and more difficult.
Phones were the same. I remember we had one of those very old phones. The kind you see when the operator had to be called first to direct your call. Then your standard rotary phone, up to the eventual cell phone. Remember beepers? Like a flash in a pan they came and went. I haven't been able to decide if our technology is getting ahead of us or if it just feels like warranties went from 20 and 10 years down to 3 and now it's 1. If it feels like out with the old and in with the new has hit a dizzying pace. How much of that feeling is because of age and how much is because I'm obviously observing a J curve kind of growth with technology.
Voice postcards. This came about because of noticing the above and my relationship with technology. I found it weird when my friends switched from using the phone to using messenger to communicate. I didn't even really know I could send voice clips until Ashley sent me one. I thought it was neat and odd. Every now and then I take time to send a voice message to whoever I feel needs one or if I really just want to express something, or driving and can't type.
So yesterday I sent a few out and my friend Kelly laughed and called it a Voice Postcard. I thought that's exactly what it is! Somewhere between a text message and an actual phone conversation. Slightly more information than a twitter post. I like them. They feel more personal sometimes than just sending text. I can keep up with how people use technology find but I am and will always look for the human element. The personal touch. I will use it the way you all seem to want to. I will find ways to make it personal. There is much fun to be had in that.
I am also going to try and take a week and make videos without using words. Just try to convey my day through anything other than my voice and words. Sometimes the way to get closer to something is to back away from it. Pablo Picasso limited himself to using just one color for a time. Words are important to me therefore I will stop using them so I can see them from a new perspective.
MY SOUNDTRACK
- Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons
- I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons
- Roots - Imagine Dragons
- Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons
- Tiny Desk Concert - Tash Sultana
- 25:22 - Allan Rayman
- Moonlight Sonata movements 1, 2, and 3 - Valentina Lisitsa
- Symphonie Fantastique - Berlioz's - right at about 3 minutes
- Bolero - Ravel
- Hungarian Rhapsody - Franz Liszt
- The Cage - Allan Rayman
- Hernando's Hideaway - Ella Fitzgerald
- The Great Conversation - Charlie Winston
- Kick The Bucket - Charlie Winston
- Tongue Tied - Charlie Winston
LAUGHS
The second taping of the Carol Burnett Show. The day time show is when they stuck to the script. The night time show though was pure gold. They would ad lib and screw around to try and make their cast members laugh. If you ever need a good laugh just watch some of those outtakes. Tim Conway was always messing around. The oldest wardrobe manager.
LIKES
Random Thoughts
Modern Vintage... Perfect Imperfection... Polarizing Magnatisim... Comic Books... Alan Cummings... Blast Wind... Concussion of Air... Tea and Cake or Death...
The second taping of the Carol Burnett Show. The day time show is when they stuck to the script. The night time show though was pure gold. They would ad lib and screw around to try and make their cast members laugh. If you ever need a good laugh just watch some of those outtakes. Tim Conway was always messing around. The oldest wardrobe manager.
LIKES
- Words = Plucky, Adventury, Remanent, Smattering, Cattywumpus, Taradiddle, Widdershins, Collywobbles, Gubbins, Dipthong, Piquant, Ambrosial, Umami, Gallivant, Mollitious,Vivacious, Sonder, Cachination, Borborygmus, Onomatopoeic
- TV Show called Life with Damian Lewis
- Tom Hiddleston
- Silhouettes
- A good story
- A walk through a forest in the autumn
- A blush of the cheeks
- They symphony of insects creating a lullaby at night
- The cavorting dancing flames and embers of a campfire
- The thought in a touch
- The melody in a laugh
- Lights reflected on wet asphalt
- Poise and Grace
- Specific Glitters
- A smile or smirk
- The moon and stars
- A boat rocking dockside on the tides
- The way a humming bird flies
- The cast of yellow light commencing the sunset
SNAPSHOTS
Random Thoughts
n.
the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid
and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions,
friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story
that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep
underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives
that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only
once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of
traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
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Why
is america the fattest nation? Because we are a nation in
mourning.
Think about it. Our older generations and our ancestors used meals as a way to mourn because of the connections formed over meals and eating. The U.S. Is in mourning. Consumerism and technology are meant to keep us enslaved. The lie in believe
Think about it. Our older generations and our ancestors used meals as a way to mourn because of the connections formed over meals and eating. The U.S. Is in mourning. Consumerism and technology are meant to keep us enslaved. The lie in believe
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The
brain. It's physiological and consciousness development. It isn't
dormant and unlockable but constantly building and erasing based on
it's understanding and perspective. Which is programmed by the
uniqueness of the DNA in said individual.
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