All in a morning's surf...

Another interesting Blog - and his cartoons are pretty darn funny too! - www.gapingvoid.com

Black Holes

Very good web-based video/animation of about Black Holes - I think it's from the Hubble site...and it was a link on this blog - catdynamics.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html

http://hubblesite.org/discoveries/black_holes/

What is my dharma?

What is my dharma? What is my highest truth?



I think my highest truth is that I am meant to love.

Never famous

My blog will never be famous.
My blog will never be famous, like some of those listed on Bloggers home page...with all the BIG TYPE and CHECK THESE (THIS) BLOGS OUT!!!! kind of statements smeared and garishly displayed for the entire world to see...No, no madam, my blog will never be in the Featured Blogs area....nope.

And why not, she dared to ask?...Because this blog is all about me.

Important

What's important, today and now, in these times of increasing rapidity in the entire structure and fabric of our lives, of the increasingly mechanized aspects of our environment, in our internal rhythms and cycles too....What's important today?

What has meaning and feeling in my life?

I get called into nature..I get moved to be still and let my primordial beginnings flow through me and around me once again - like a emotional and sensible re-charge, re-generation...nature itself is not not what's important for me at this moment, it's the loss of the ability to tell what's important that brings me back to nature.
With nature, I get the 'big picture' again, the ebb and flow of essencial and meaningful life - not my life, but all life.

That's what's important.

"awe of the mystery and the tryannny of desire..."

Gotta love the New Yorker (at least I am, and do)...

Most seem to have given up on the magazine after Tina Brown left, but I have no basis for comparison, having come into really knowing the magazine since then...this recent week's issue had some wonderful writing it in, as usual. The quote above is from one of the articles, I don't remember which, but does it matter anyway? Great lucid crafted coherent poetic fine writing is eternal, is it not? It's words put into a Platonic eternal form of beauty; stories, our written craft, formed shaped labored over is as solid of shape when it emerges and when it is jointly and commonly read - whoa! watch out! that's when it becomes really good, specifically good, calling to many who uphold the memory of the form in their minds - seeing it again in the shape of a story in our language, a metaphor crafted together, making up an eternal form.

(By Jove, I think I may be on to something here) - maybe our LANGUAGE, like a spoken and written symbol is a Platonic form. Like a meta-symbol, because I can already hear an argument that says there are too many specifics and details and such to make, or decide, how much of a story (filled with a gazillion individual stories) is going to make up one form - but it's the meta form that makes language become Platonic - not the small individual words.


Something certainly to contemplate.

Eros and Creativity

Creatively, I am fallow right now...I miss (and seem to almost desperately need) Eros to be stimulated and productive...

As much of a dick as J was, he did stimulate my creative juices...we produced some great stuff when we were together. I think I nearly fancied myself a writer at one time in our trysting; all because of the urgings of Eros.

I dreamed about M last night - he and I never had much creativity between us, we just seemed to fit together in a solid, pragmatic sense.

I need my fields fertilized; I want to feel the creative kick in my belly, I'm needing to bloom again...