Creating to create

I am going to rededicate myself to the art of creating. For no purpose other than putting something somewhere be it writing, postcards, gameshows, etc.

This will serve as an account of that adventure in creating.


Thursday, Thors-day. Shall be my day to write  the epic adventure of my clockwork hero R-Thor (name is work in progress) in the clockwork world of Da Vinci's inventions.

He rides atop a giant pogo stick/sledge hammer. A simple man who uncovers a clockwork world run by a mad god with a plan to destroy all things.

Culture/Anarchy/Sorcerers

Matthew Arnold http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Arnold
I do assure you is among the prophets of The Way/The Revolution/The spark of Heaven

read everything you can get your hands on.

This seems to be extended to much of the genius of that attributed to the Victorian age of writing. Pater also has  words that entice.

In fact a quote of his about DaVinci is inspiration enough for an entire novel.
"He seemed to them rather the sorcerer or the magician, possessed of curious secrets and a hidden knowledge, living in a world in which he alone possessed the key"

I shall continue on this "pursuit of perfection" for the Kingdom of Heaven is in all of us.

This song is a letter to me from the Universe

your magic's real so why aren't you using it
you could have the world for yourself
you don't ever have to worry about losing it
the magic inside of you is infinite


when was the last time you drew a picture
when was the last time that you touched a leaf
when was the last time you tasted raindrops
on your tongue on your big long tongue


your magic's real so why aren't you using it
you could have the world for yourself
you don't ever have to worry about losing it
the magic inside of you is infinite


when was the last time that you bought a hot dog
when was the last time you swam in a pond
when was the last time that you climbed a lampost
like a monkey with a [?] tail


when was the last time that [?]
when was the last time that you told a lie
why is there a picture of a penis on your 'fridge door?
it makes me feel awkward


your magic's real so why aren't you using it
you could have the world for yourself
you don't ever have to worry about losing it
the magic inside of you is infinite

The Fabric we live on(in)

http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper/poe/eureka.html

Poe knew that the structure of the universe was important for poets

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empedocles

Empedocles knew it was important for philosophy

Most everyone agrees its important to science

“Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.” 
― Alan Watts

Watts knows it is important to religion (this is my religion)


Yet there are humans in our midst that want no discussion of such things.

May I never be satisfied with my view of the world, from the smallest quark to the 10th dimensional point that is the omniverse.

My adventures bring me to the cold pit of Hell to the outermost point of Paradise to the union of the Buddha mind and beyond on a daily, sometimes hourly basis. It has shown me the fractual nature of existence, both seen and unseen. It has shown me the illusion of knowing, and the power of imagination.

My adventures bring death to fear and infuse me with the power of Love which is Life and God.

Okay but really I want to remind me to remind you to remind...that I would love to discuss the fabric(loom) more often.

Neo-Evolution

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"Fate chooses your relations, you choose your friends." - Jacques Delille (1738 - 1813) French poet.

http://www.chachilovesme.com

Friend;
Achates
Baldwin
Droog
Winfred
Amigo
Edwin
Darwin
Chum
Sahib
Alter ego
Trusty Trout
Mitras
Kilroy
-Term connotes mutual knowledge, esteem, affection, and respect along with a degree of rendering services without cost in time of need or crisis

Hero;
Robinson Crusoe
Fauntleroy
Siegfried
Tam-'o-shanter
palooka
Hera
Valerian
quixotic
Heracles
Recke
servo
haurvaiti
Ser
seruāre
-A demigod, also a term meaning in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, display courage and self sacrifice for a greater good or moral obligation


An interesting campaign on structures and ideas. A compelling war on titles and positions.
In one way a mere man or woman cannot be heroic without their rank of Demigod, half-man half-god. Yet throughout history friendship, of various degrees, have been the catalyst for the exploits of "heroes" and councils of friends have birthed Creatures of Frankenstein and journeys through Wonderland, just to give a couple of examples.

I will not hope for a victory or defeat in this particular quest, for my body is the prize, I do hope that the actual victory here is the promotion of friendship and love in at least one person that will produce a thing bigger than the individuals involved.

Consider the best example of the combination of these ideals, http://www.ancienttexts.org/library/mesopotamian/gilgamesh/. Fitting that the original epic adventure should find its way so beautiful onto this chronicling of epic adventures.

Let's make some beastly man t-shirts!

Neon Pirates!

Sometimes adventures can be hilarious...

100 years ago today....

Dog eat Dog

I am available to perform as all sorts of animals dog, etc.

Travels bring Truth

America, a land built by Capitialism and Puritan cultish ideas.
America, a modern age built by "The War" the births of the wave of babies created our modern age. 50's ideals and 50's devils still dominate our landscape. Therefore, even in an age of outrageousness involving everything a road trip demands, I journey in a vast circle around the heart of what is called "the south"

This journey has revealed a new face of America to me. The act of creation, with postmortem added heart and soul. This entire country is full of the vast epic creations of men, who declare it as a symbol and bestow on it vast reasons and cosmic significance, but it seems to just be an after-thought...a sort of delusion dreamt up after these landmarks, road stops, effigies are constructed.

An example I deliver on to you now is http://www.alfredshepperd.com/Stonehenge/untitled.html
this is a symbol, a metaphor, a tangible construct of the American spirit of "build it and they will come". Of this spirit....I am its Muse, I fuel the fire of this spirit in others...so that my Navajo nomadic spirit can have a spot...a location...a set of coordinates for me to shoot at before I bounce on to my next spot, never ending. Searching, not for one thing, for for all things. I hope to see them all while also actually longing for it to never end...to see all the strange and weird and odd effigies to these men own self-prescribed symbols and dreams.

I love this country

The perfect Eulogy

Read Childhood's End and you shall gain an image of the Universe and God that only one touched with divine wisdom could produce....despite his stance as a atheist, he captures the image of Holiness in a truly Biblical way. May God show mercy to his soul, a soul who created the concept for satellites to be used for communication....making way for Tesla's dream in a world without his genius. Let his imagination be born again.

Rightful uses of Childrens television

-Wow...more on this later....or not because it makes me cry

Happy Holidays everyone...

Shopocalypse and the Sovreignty of Sacrifice

Here we are again, that yearly couple of months. The time they call "the holidays" or "the season" as in "tis the season of giving/family". O.ur C.ommunity is much like a microcosm of a larger scene. This relationship is a pull and push, the outside can affect us and we can effect them. Let us not be un-aware of this power we have, and use it to work much good. There is a tradition around us in this "season", a tradition of spending more then we have. This is a time where spending more then we have is a daily activity, maybe it is time for us to consider another way to live, in fact I have heard this year called the "Shopocalypse". I myself have spent many a year burdened down by shopping for the various loved ones in my life, and have been left with guilt...guilt at not getting enough, or getting too much, or the constant shoppers guilt which seems to drag on until the spring. This shallow and hurtful experience does not seem to be the point of giving.

No matter what your tradition is, this is an excellent opportunity to give...and not the giving of having shopped for someone, but a gift of love. What is the difference you ask? Well it is sacrifice. Sacrifice is a word thrown around, but it comes down to giving up something for a greater good. Odin gave his eye for knowledge of the past and future, Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son for promise of a future, and countless heroes in legends and fables have laid down their lives for love, family, and future. "It is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich." -Henry Ward Beecher

This is the sort of sacrifice I am discussing, a giving of yourself for something better, all around us people sacrifice time, money, and even their very lives for all sorts of ideas and beliefs. So is it so insane to suggest a "season" of sacrifice instead of shopping? Maybe it looks the same, maybe your sacrifice involves going out and shopping for someone in need, maybe it involves calling up that certain someone who needs to hear from you. Perhaps it is doing a kind and wonderful act in secret, leaving it hidden, sacrificing the attention a good act would bring you if done in front of witnesses. Maybe just looking at it as a sacrifice for the greater good can change how we view this giving and maybe do something for ourselves. " The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become." -Charles Du Bos

This does not have to be about religion, creed, or belief...it can simply be good, an act of love, a drop of positive energy in the big bucket of karma, or just a small plus sign on the side of the balance of society. This is said as someone who is striving for this place, but has yet missed the mark. This is not said as an order or as wiser then you...it is simply an idea made into a seed. I plant this seed in the hope that it will grow into myself and those around...that by planting it, it can be made true. This "season" let the seed of hope for all our dreams draw us closer in this S.phere we all share, "Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give." -Edwin Arlington Robinson
Perhaps together this year O.ur C.ommunity S.phere can roll along with a seed and plant it with larger gratitude...and even better perhaps we can pull even more along for the ride.

Enlightenment

Belgium vs. the fight for fittest ( A tribute to my workplace)

I am a pretty avid listener of KCRW (89.9) and every so often I am enticed by a particular story.
Recently I heard a story of Belgium.

Belgium has roughly the population of L.A. County; located on the northern part of Europe above Italy; holds the headquarters for the European Union and NATO; birth place of Audrey Hepburn, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Adolphe Sax(inventor of the saxophone), and many many other notable figures ; has three national languages(Danish, French, and German); and after 180 years is on the verge of dis-union.
The country is mostly divided into Dutch speakers in the North and French in the South, with German scattered in the East. It is so bad that despite the fact that you could sit in a coffee shop or restaurant and be treated with all 3 of the languages being spoken all around you, very few people intermingle or communicate. In fact the communities have different newspapers, radio stations, and even Television channels. Even the politicians of Belgium do not bother learning a language other then the one they were raised with. After 180 years of living next to each other, but as apart as the East from the West, some are suggesting to divide the country. A Northern Dutch Belgium and a Southern French Belgium...with the German speaking Belgians fending for themselves I suppose. The irony of these events is that the motto of Belgium(in every language it has) is "Strength through Unity".
The problem here obviously is a language barrier, but it occurs to me that a language barrier is not limited to those times when people do not speak the same language. Culture, financial status, opinion, experience, ignorance, mental/emotional state, and perspective can all contribute to a sort of language barrier. I am overjoyed to be a part of a community that strives to overcome this barrier no matter how it appears. Even barriers of age (child to adult) are sought to be broken, giving an ear to adults and a voice to children. Most of the time when speaking the same language people can become numb to the fact that they can be speaking a different language. I find this with children all the time, a word or action that might seem silly or fun to one child can be very offensive to another. It is such a joy to see anyone learn from these opportunities and evolve so that they can communicate better.
Evolution, that is really the amazing thing we are witnesses to in this community of ours. Every year, month, day, and hour every member of Our Community are working together to change and learn. Unlike Darwin's suggestion of mere survival, our evolution leads us to teach the next generation to live life to the fullest. Jacques Cousteau says,
"any successful species present the environment not with an army of perfect individuals but with a smorgasbord of different characteristics disperesed through its membership. Then, when the environment challenges the species, the species has a chance to come up with the answer."
That is the heart of this place, to create a place for individuals to learn how to take on that environment (that is constantly changing) with other individuals. Perfection is not the goal, nor should it be in a world in constant flux. An army of individuals, a sea of unique and special people is our way of finding the answers and is the heart of the community for me. Language barriers may cause Belgium to split or not. Either way I do know that you need creative and passionate people to make "Strength through Unity" true, and that is exactly the people that make up this community vertically, horizontally, and diagonally. O.ur C.ommunity S.phere is one that rolls over barriers of all kinds, and like a snowball on a big hill this one just gets stronger every moment.

Charles Lewis...through the ages

Charles Lewis Grant (September 12, 1942 in Newark, New Jersey-September 15, 2006) was a novelist and short story writer specializing in what he called "dark fantasy" and "quiet horror." He also wrote under the pseudonyms of Geoffrey Marsh, Lionel Fenn, Simon Lake, Felicia Andrews, and Deborah Lewis.
Grant won a World Fantasy Award for his novella collection Nightmare Seasons, a Nebula Award in 1976 for his short story "A Crowd of Shadows", and another Nebula Award in 1978 for his novella "A Glow of Candles, a Unicorn's Eye," the latter telling of an actor's dilemma in a post-literate future. Grant also edited the award winning Shadows anthology, running eleven volumes from 1978-1991. Contributors include Stephen King, Ramsey Campbell, R.A. Lafferty, Avram Davidson, and Steve Rasnic and Melanie Tem. Grant was a former Executive Secretary and Eastern Regional Director of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America and president of the Horror Writers Association.
Grant wrote 11 books (8 novels and three collections of four related novellas with interstitial material) set in the fictional Connecticut town of Oxrun Station. (See the first eleven books listed below.) Three of these were intentionally pastiches of classic Universal and Hammer horror films, and feature a vampire, a werewolf, and an animated mummy. There is a loose continuity running through the Oxrun Station books, with characters from one novel making minor appearances in others.
Grant married Debbie Voss with whom he had two children Ian Matthew and Emily Kathryn and two grandsons Payton and Aaron.
Grant married writer and editor Kathryn Ptacek in February, 1982.
Grant died on September 15, 2006 from health complications.

I also long to write the words that will come together into fictional worlds of horror and delight....

-Clockers-http://www.xorph.com/clockers/
IN A WORLD not quite like our own, where the industrial revolution was triggered not by steam, but by springs...
Where the workings of Victorian England are hidden in tunnels and towers, from all but the most determined and reckless...
Where some of the birds have cogs for eyes...
Where clockwork automata are depicted just about as realistically as computers in Hollywood movies...
... young Daedelus Murphy and his ragtag band of friends and rivals are about to learn that that curiosity can be the most dangerous crime of all.
CLOCKERS. A steampunk parody of the United Artists film Hackers,by Holly Gramazio and Brendan Adkins

Here is the sort of fictional world(trademark me, no stealing...not that you would want to) I am looking to add words to form sentences that will form paragraphs...on and on until my characters live and breath.
I imagine a clockpunk world, and in the style of that classic fictional style of The Seven Samurai, I shall have men and women of remarkable abilities come together to defend that not ready to defend themselves...

I have but one character imagined for this place a sort of Thor-like clockpunk style. He would have a giant hammer, but this hammer would double as a pogo stick...a giant spring of remarkable strength. This giant man would wield his hammer/pogo stick with grace and power...instead of striking down lightening..he himself would strike down as a giant bolt on a pogo stick.

There is much to add to this idea, but the pains of birthing are upon it now...and glory shall be its name when it sees the light of day.


So perhaps this Charles Lewis, whose birth is also 9-12, shall also rank as author one day and I shall inspire another Charles Lewis born 9-12 and another and another......that would make a great book

Freedom through commitment

Let us celebrate freedom with explosions.
Let us celebrate genocide with flames.
Let us celebrate Pyrotechnic Puritan Pain Providers with bright colors.

The World Police isn't the only force celebrating independence on this day

Filipino-American Friendship Day, July 4, is a day in the Philippines designated by President Diosdado Macapagal to commemorate the liberation of the country by joint Filipino and American forces from the Japanese occupation at the end of World War II.
The Philippines was a U.S. territory from 1898 to 1942, when it was occupied by Japanese forces, and again for a brief period after the war. The country gained complete independence on July 4, 1946.
Initially, the nation's Independence Day holiday (Araw ng Kalayaan) was held on July 4, former President Diosdado Macapagal moved it to June 12, the date on which the Philippines declared independence from Spain in 1898. Filipino-American Friendship Day was created in its place, and coincides with the United States' July 4 Independence Day.

Actually it now seems that even this Friendship day celebration has been abandoned. http://www.bibingka.com/phg/misc/july4not.htm
Refer to this article for the whole story.

But while we celebrate our paper work independence from a paper work nation, our united journey though space that none of us are free from....this organic space ship of ours....experiences its farthest point from the sun. So while we dance through the night because of the warmth and heat it carries; we are actually farther away then ever from our source of life and energy on this planet.
Thank God we are not in the south pole

In astronomy, an apsis, plural apsides (IPA: /apsɪdɪːz/) is the point of greatest or least distance of the elliptical orbit of an astronomical object from its center of attraction, which is generally the center of mass of the system.
The point of closest approach is called the periapsis or pericentre and the point of farthest excursion is called the apoapsis (Greek από, from, which becomes απ before a vowel, and αφ before rough breathing), apocentre or apapsis (the latter term, although etymologically more correct, is much less used). A straight line drawn through the periapsis and apoapsis is the line of apsides. This is the major axis of the ellipse, the line through the longest part of the ellipse.
Related terms are used to identify the body being orbited. The most common are perigee and apogee, referring to orbits around the Earth, and perihelion and aphelion, referring to orbits around the Sun (Greek ‘ήλιος hēlios sun).

Also born the same year of this nation's indepedence, The first of the Great Economists, Adam Smith, publishes The Wealth of Nations, on March 9, 1776. Which quickly became the Bible of our nations freedom.

My journeys have brought me to many places and I truly believe that our greatest act of freedom and indepence is the ability to choose where to commit ourselves to. We trade one slave-owner for another....Americans traded slavery to Britans to slavery to the Wealth of Nations...and this master has been good to us.

So on this day remember who you are a slave to....in the words of Our Ford, Love what you need to Do. Love whom you devote your slavish activity...and love yourself for doing it.