Synesthesia

"Anger he smiles tow'ring shiny metallic purple armour. 
Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him. 
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground. 
Blue are the life giving waters taking for granted, 
They quietly understand. 

Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready, 
But wonder why the fight is on. 
But they're all, bold as love. 
Yeah, they're all bold as love. 
Yeah, they're all bold as love. 
Just ask the Axis. 

My red is so confident he flashes trophies of war 
And ribbons of euphoria. 
Orange is young, full of daring but very unsteady for the first go 'round. 
My yellow in this case is no so mellow. 
In fact I'm trying to say it's frightened like me. 
And all of these emotions of mine keep holding me 
From giving my life to a rainbow like you. 
But I'm a yeah, I'm bold as love, 
Yeah yeah. 

Well, I'm bold, bold as love. 
Hear me talkin', girl. 
I'm bold as love. 
Just ask the Axis. 
He knows everything. Yeah, yeah."

Thanks Jimi Hendrix.  Thanks for giving us your poetic synesthesia and your hints at words that fit together so nicely and uniquely.  

Outside the media cloud the distractions of techno apocalypse
Freedom is the air of emotions running silent and deep
Through the veil of my perception
Heated by argument
I am convinced that my reaction is just
If not always logical
Violence is bad, not anger
Nor fear of the unknown
It highlights the distinction between
Body and mind proactive reactive
Who is in the drivers seat, the emotion
Or the organism when fight or flight
Triggers that surge of adrenaline
And the irresistible force impacts
That immovable object over and again
Until the bones shatter and the blood rushes
From the brain and exits the wound flesh
Which anger triggered and adrenaline set in motion
Out of frustration and unfamiliarity with the
Perceptions of ones own mind.

Oak tree bark is harder than your fist.
And your mind is a little universe
Of your own charge and creation.

Reading Mind Deep and finding a rich source of inspiration about my ideas on topics like emotion good v evil and things I think I know a lot about.  How to manage troublesome emotions.  Yes, I recognize a distinction between mind and body and therefore I propose letting the emotions wash over the mind like a waking dream rather than declaring them evil and trying to "shut them off"  But that's my opinion perhaps better tucked away for another day.

Sunday was a good day because I crafted it that way, I dint do much.  Any feedback on whether I am on the right track with the management and identification and classification of emotions please let me know.  I think we should study our own emotions as much as we try to fix those emotions in others around us.  Emotions are like the eco sysytem of the mind say some.  Lets not drive our own emotions to extinction like buffalo...

HOS of space is on.  Its a great program of world sounds mixing old and new, modern synth and dijerido.  Love it.  I'm kind of traced out again and typing frantically.  trying to get to the bottom of what I felt through out the day.  Meditation for me is like that, its about the color of emotions and not just simple photographic memories of the day.   It helps a bunch and turns out to be kind of fun at the same time.  Either quiet or music works depending on my mood there is no one way I mediate or trance out.  Sometimes (although not as much lately) I will catch myself slipping into a trance to avoid having an unpleasant emotional memory.  But thats probably another story.

Check out this book by Gregory Bateson.  Its a real trip to read.  I have not picked it up in years and cant even claim to know what it is about.  But it seems to be full of excellent ways of looking at what goes on inside or extraordinary heads.

Entanglement

http://entanglement.gopherwoodstudios.com/

really cool game
nice music too.

You should try it.

I'm not sure if it works on a mobile device yet.  I will check and let you know.

Luckily I am going to a Gershwin musical tonight called "Crazy for you" in which my friend Henry is playing.  It's at the First United Methodist Church in downtown Shreveport near my work.  I will probably not be able to photograph the performance but I will be able to take pictures outside their new theater as well as some photographs of the Strand Theater.

H is getting ready to depart for Europe for two weeks.  He just bought a camera today and I am looking forward to him sending me lots of pictures from abroad.  In the meantime here in Shreveport, I will be cat sitting with McWain the yellow cat.

Cicadas outside my sleeping window

They are loud.  Wikipedia offers a sample of the sounds they make if you care to confirm what you might have thought were particularly noisy crickets.  Find that link here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cicada

Even now I can hear them with the other night noises.  Part of what is great about night is that sound, until it is so loud that it prevents one from sleeping.  For example, in an unconditioned dorm room in Baton Rouge LA I found myself awake countless nights listening to the sound of them.  Ah, the memories of dorm life so long ago now.  Soon after I would finally get to sleep on Fridays like today, the marching and would start tuning up about a quarter mile away.  Not much is better than that except maybe the sound of bacon crisping up on the cast iron skillet at 8 am.



Tormentor or treasure?

The hissing clicking bugs that are so loud during the evenings here in Louisiana have apparently gone to sleep.  So should I.  Before I do, you can find a posted video I did earlier today on you tube.

Its very hot in Shreveport.  Those bugs are probably pissed because of the lack of rain too.  Luckily TS Don is headed toward TX soon that should bring some rain to LA.  There is a 40% chance tomorrow.

A couple of political articles perhaps?  wsj says in opinion that Americans are playing chicken with the wrong bird.  Could he be talking about the bayou bird?  Anyway here is one from history by the wsj opinion guys and gals.

Bye bye for now now

Forgiving as my nose is....

What a great day at work!  Of course I dont blog about work because of it being social services and confidential most of the time, but what a good day today was.  That's all I will say.

The bus ride home was less satisfying than the day preceeding it.  Well, at first it was great to get on an airconditioned bus (powered by CNG.)  Then came the bus station.  Man, did it smell bad.  Especially at first.  But it was too hot to wait on the connecting bus outside, so I remembered the time I went to the Tabasco plant on Avery Island LA in eighth grade.  I remembered how bad that smelled -- hot vinegar and charred wood barrels I think I will never forget than terrible smell.  Then before we left I could barely smell it anymore.  Same with the bus station.  At first it smelled like... well, it smelled rotten in the most disagreeable.  But I stood there long enough.  I know the smell did not go away.  I just got used to it.

Unfortuantely when I got back out into the fresh air, the fresh air smelled no beter than the air which had previously offended me on the inside of the building.  It wasnt really a yin yang thing is what I am saying.  Not this time.  I guess the nose is forgiving but when it comes to smells the mind does not give you any more pleasant an odor than the absence of what once stank.

Im saying unfortunately life is not about anti-stink.  But some things other than smell are like action and anti action kind of light and dark and yin and yang.  Bright lights dark room  Heavy weight light weight and hot water cold water.  Hot water cold water is similar to smell because it takes a brave person to wait out the difference in the percepption of hot and cold.  At first they feel much the same -- try putting hand in hot then cold water  cold can feel very hot at first.  Weird huh?

Lets work together in the world at large and try to be as forgiving as my nose is.  Except for you politicans.  You all just do your statistics thing and argue about what percent of the population thinks your garbage actually smells good.  There's no geting used to political stink.  If lies and propaganda smelled bad, what country would smell the worst?

Aliens with their own Higher Power dilema

It is late again and I am thinking about what might have been so long ago before I was born.  Somewhere between alien astronauts perhaps visiting us when we were little more than monkeys come out of the trees.  May be aliens caused the last mass exinction of the dinosaurs because they saw where that was going in an evolutionary sense.  Intelligent dino-dudes are apparently easier to get rid of when they are but unintelligent lizards and the like.  Humans are far less threatening to space faring races than those dreaded intelligent evolved dino dudes, they might have been thinking -- lets bomb the place where they are incubating and come back a million years later to see what happens next on the blue marble of a planet called Earth.... 

Well a miilionyears is a long time and here comes earthlings!  But they will never make it out of the caves, so lets give them some help with things like technology.  Wham bam here comes religion too.  AH HA!  Instant hooey from that point forward you might think.  Or maybe not. 

Maybe you think that religion is hooey and space men are what we all mistook for gods and angels.  Why would an intelligent space faring race let the mistaken ideas about their divine origins persist unless they too had a Higher Power with whom to reckon?  Oh ha ha.  Answer me that will you.  Maybe they realized that there is a creator even above the aliens -- someone who created our space aliens, and they kind of were flattered when we mistook the former for the later.  Wouldn't you be?

So now we have a bunch of flattered advanced being who are asking the same theological questions that there little human friends are asking from the deserts and the caves and and mud huts etc.  How did we ALL get "here"?  I think the curiosity to try answering that "unknowable" may be the best motivator we have as an intelligent species.  Perhaps when all of Pandora's plagues are put back in the box, the only question remaining will be how did we get here to begin with and where do we go after death.  I wonder if our hypothetical alien progenitors ever got to the bottom of that one.