Opening Up.

Practice can seem awfully lonely until one realizes that written expression can also be a valuable component when merged with the daily process of practice. Following a schedule of discipline in the areas of physical, spiritual, study, and psychological exercises or routines can right the passage. Blogging comes out of the degraded worldview and into the righteous land of pure activity. The ability to transform ordinary moments into powerful examples of life's expression causes our view to widen. This all comes over time, progressively, through applied technique, and concerted effort.

Blow By Blow Accounts of Micro Intrerests

According to NormRobot the PathRhino blog is not a blow by blow account of everything you do in the course of a day. As Cracker walks between me and the laptop as I type. And then does another pass looking for rubs. He keeps passing over and over as the purring reaches a crescendo alongside Chopin's racing Fantasy-Impromptu. Now Cracker has miraculously made it onto my lap, as the other webpage has loaded. Damn my computer loads slow. What kind of netbook do I want I think to myself. The piano has calmed down and Cracker looks down at my hands upon the keys. I think of how the piano and typing rhythm coincides into one. The Soccer game on TV also plays along in the movement. Cracker is too big for my lap but that doesn't stop him from plopping himself there, one back leg cocked out on the floor, two front paws outstretched in his signature Superman pose. Ouch he just got up and his claws are too sharp as he digs into my naked calf. It is taking me a billion years to find that Norm blog entry where he shouted out this blog. Here is the text from his original entry:

PathRhino in da House
So Dave and I started blogging right around the same time, and have discussed the importance of having at least one fellow blogger to check in on your new material. Anything else would be simply unprofessional. With the classic dilemma of "Does anyone out there actually read any of this stuff?", it's nice to know that the answer is "Yes."Dave's blog is honestly what a blog should be; not a blow-by-blow rundown of "this is what I did today", nor a hip insider "news channel" for the micro-scene of your choice. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. But it's refreshing...The blog entry below labeled "DB#12000018" is in fact a "double blog" entry, in some ways a throwback to our mind-melding experiments from the early part of the year, but that was in another dimension entirely, and I never give away my secrets.

I have fallen into the blowbyblow thing now that i've been twittering so forgive me if I have sold out to the mundane. I am getting into the groove this weekend by opening my social networking up a bit.

Process Continuity

The key to any endeavor is to use process, Aleister Crowley said if you do a practice without some sort of schedule it will actually upset your balance. Oh to be balanced. Spoke with Fr.Mx and talked about his blog. He mentioned me as a role model. It made me feel gratified, like the hard work seemingly little noticed shines brightly all the time. He asked about Ego and Social Network Sites. I don't have all his answers.

A Quick Thought: Life is better when focused on living choices.

I'll add to this later but for now post it as a teaser. I'll have time to add-up on Saturday.

Revisiting the ILP Modules

I went through the ILP modules again and edited my previous blog entry. The process of reviewing serves to strip down my words quite a bit. I find myself being the Samurai in Natalie Goldberg's book Writing Down the Bones.

The first go round I am out with guns blazing and the second time I got my scalpel out becoming the surgeon. Whatever don't fit must be excised. The piece must run together and hold basic sense or else we are wasting our message in sidebars that rob the potency from our core message.

I have so much previous writing that it seems silly to spend so much time writing new stuff. I stand to benefit from digging into the vaults. I must work my capital like the founder of Binary Economics Louis Kelso teaches us.

Journaling as Practice

I worked a bit in the Integral Life Practice book and touched base in each of the four modules, mind, body, spirit, and the shadow. The mind module included writing and study as a component so I integrated it into the revamped version of this blog. There has been a lull in my videomaking since I lost use of my cam due to droppage.

In the interim I began the EyesOnNow blog keep up with the developing world collapse. I am reporting what is happening as the slide materializes. Some of the reports from my peers in the blog and vid circuit are grim. As the mainstream media look to a quick recovery, the smart man on the street is preparing for something much worse.

Sensory Overload

The world seems to come at us faster now than ever before. The byproduct of automation and technology is speediness and a glut of media. Information bombards our awareness at alarming rates. It is easy to get caught in the perpetual forward lean of life rushing from one event to the next not seeing its effect on us. With so much coming our way it easy to feel walloped from left and right, all the while losing contact with our true selves, and drifting further from our intentions. We falsely begin to see the world as working against us because we are unable to harness it effectively.
By packing our lives with distractions we drain our energy and lose our focus. We allow ourselves to get trapped in mindlessly unaware habitual patterns, dulling ourselves, and sapping our energy. Our world begins to be consumed in the form of entertainment, food, our desires, and buying the things we think we should have.
We stuff our uneasiness with treats rather than uncover what lurks beneath desire without constant acquisition. Perpetual need for consumption is like an addict stuck on its fix, the media junkie scraping the bottom of the barrel for entertainment to counteract their incessant chronic boredom. People also get their energy sapped by jealousy and greed. Want is an animal that left unexamined will roil in your belly deciding your future from behind the scenes.
And so, like an injured patient needing medical assistance we need to respond to these challenges. Where do we go? Do we rush outside for help? The danger of finding your answers wholly from an outside source is you become open to manipulation and bad information. In order to counteract the trapped experience of the Sensory Overloaded individual you need to develop the personal mastery necessary to integrate and embody external influences through the core of your being. Don’t be trapped like the hopeful executive who hires a corporate consultant who arrives with quick fixes and leaves with nobody empowered to maintain the structure he adopts.
And that takes me to the first step in response to sensory overload, which is to contact the stillness of the present moment. Take a step back and just watch your awareness for as little as a split second stem the onrushing tide of new input. Turn off all TV’s, radios, and do not take any phone calls. It is important to allow yourself to be uninterrupted when you plunge into activities. You will find inside you is an inexhaustible reservoir of energy contacted by entering through the gate of stillness. You begin to see you don’t need to go rushing outside of yourself. As you progress you will begin acting in a manner more balanced with the world around you as opposed to crashing into it.

The Aesthetic of the Jangled Mass of Wires

Here is the man in action as always, just steering traffic like a good ole' boy.

The Aesthetic of the Jangled Mass of Wires

needles and pinpricks

Sunburn avoidance honesty depression

I am sunburned, what the hell was i thinking, I am roasting

Avoidance, I avoid what I need to do, I am scared, I sit alone a lot

Honesty is a losing commodity, I compare myself to the world, always hoping

Depression always lurks, I think dying is bringing me in touch with the pain, I am rattled

New Styles the new one

Walking for peace, greens, boredom, death, and sex

I believe that walking is really good for me

I should eat more greens, i see a lot of green, as in trees but not money.

Boredom, i feel akin to boredom, it is my friend, like pot

Death awaits, I watch as it approaches, I am scared, but not as scared as most.

Sex, I think about it alot. I must transmute like Napoleon Hill suggests, transmute desires into success, and of course a loving relationship

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Here check out my mad video, it is alarming and attempting to be positive

New Styles

Here is the new style. I may explain what it is later but for now I am just doing it.

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I have too much crap. I feel fat. I drink too much. I need to save money.

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There is a serious disconnnect between people out there. I chalk it up to expectations. Expectations can turn in many directions as well all the time. You expect the world to be a ceratin way or for people to act a certain way and then it doesn't happen.

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My biggest block from becoming a better writer is consistency and controlled attention. I can't stay on a thought very long before I jump off the deep end. I have a problem connecting from the rhythm of my brain and the pattern of the typing. I don't know what to do with all of the excess, and poignant pieces around me. I get lost. Common problem I bet eh?

Scott Free from the Norm-Al

Check my steez,
No thought in the open set
Check your mind Hyper-I-per -delic,
so Bald head slick are you up for the special ops, get you on the spin like tops
happening,
yap
neon
be the sphere
awake the tokenism
re-shape
set it off
particles breakdown

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And then you ask who can bring judgement
do you figure out before the end
blends tell me its all gone wrong
super gramma
do you know if the human has love
in the here-after in the after-life
after life
i hope to wrap to my wife in the next thought
programming
real life is being official
hell is where
you get to
if you don't
open the scopes
hopes, a dime a dozen
another puzzling special ed maneuver
gel the hair tonic
play wit' young headz is unfair
world wide tearz
drop

Norm Scott Free

Hella,

Holy Crap, thats a big truck.

Pieces, good grief, hehehe.

The events you want, when you want them.

Norm' s Blog: The Aesthetic of the Jangled Mass of Wires

DB#12000018

Yo, halo's not in the mist.

Halo's not intact.

Or anywhere near the premises I presume,

Dual or duel?

Shut up you fool.

Drool in a pool,

Sit in a stool,

DUEL.

Fight if you have to

hang from the rafter
call your pastor
ask whose master
find the bindings

bind the findings
I'm a grifter,
keep going like a drifter,
where I'm going, gaining queries,
fairies,
a spectrometer, get out on miskeeter,
my feet'er going one in front of the utha


my is mayan ruin

check the speed on your ometer

be the whirl in whirl-a-girl
jamaica?

has a bob-sled TEAM?

meet ja makah?
Steam going up like a dream
in deep deep deep
a fakir, antennae,
an aardvark lookin' for somethin' to eat,
no potatoes, something not much left...

eiffel

tower
trifle

rifle
back in listen world
is
iz
this is now

Conglomerate come out new like cash oil records Emirates,
i EAT cHINESE s[AGHETTI

WET

letter.

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My great gramma
she said
do them wells
do they keep a pumpin' oil
or do they
DRY OUT
after a while?

,.,,.,,.,.mm

last word, go go go...
chinese stew.
monkey in the middle.
chinese stew.
any word

I've been busy today

Coming back with a vengeance, Respect, hey by the way nasal, check out a supra-ultra cheepie by my slick veteran all right:

Probably Not.

Each moment is new, brand new. That amazes me everytime. I get dumbstruck and don't know where to go next. I sit here pit patter trying to keep up with the flow of thoughts. I don't give myself time to seem clever or learned, just blaze, blaze, blaze, horrific, the way that boy kicks his jargon, a damn pirate i'm sure. Kentucky Fried Limericks, who the hell talks in complete sentences anyway, the damn ingrates. I guess its ingrained.

Bastards locked me out my house. I went and got dinner. Hassle. Took it in stride, kinda.

Peace, Love, and Greens.

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The lockout scenario really sucks, yeah I heard some banging and I heard my name, but I didn't hear anyone that knew my name. They are crazy to use my name. Am I some kind of thing that gets tossed around. Strangers using my name upsets my frame. So they put the wrong key, and made a ruckus, fools. I was trying to sleep. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the hell these knuckleheads were doing. And now I bet this mofo got fuming. He's lucky I didn't come out, fucking punks.

Whoa. Tough guy talk.

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Spencer
Why not jump the gun
A lama here
A lama there
One Lama
Two Lama
Three and Four
Sure?

Am I making Sense

Am I striking a chord. I can barely decipher the random rambles of this Art-Piece sumtimes. Really I must have the Attention Span of an Eel, for real.

Work is drudgery. I can't the Master plan. I am drained.

What does it all mean.

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I went to see Joel's play Hearts and Minds, which tackled the issues of our Country's direction after 9-11. The main character is a black man being held in an interrogation room after eporting his bag stolen while traveling in an airport bound to Miami. It had a ton of nervouse tension, and some funny moments. I enjoyed the performances and felt like it maintained a lot of punch and stirred a lot of thoughts.

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Yesterday's Feist / Buck 65 show was supa-fun. I got a lil' tipsy, as evidenced by my previous post. Whatever was going on there. Ask me. Comment. Figure it out. o you people even read this Snazz.

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Lost in a surreal wasteland of surreal thoughts. Attempting to string enough of them together to grab your interest and spark your thirst. You the audience wrapped in your blankets, scared and hopeless. Be free, cast off your mental shackles, your irons. Dance with the spirits. Raise your own like a flagpole. Be the dance.

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I need to get on top of things with my website. I got Antonio hanging on the design. I am quite a procrastinator. I can really make that happen if you give me half a chance. Wasting my talents. I suppose.

Watched the Yankee game in typical veg-out fashion.

Dangerous Drunken Internet Posting

My rambling searches seem to point to a lot of tension building up in the world. Does the world feel agitated to you. Maybe its just me thats agitated. The beer I drank Last night. The truth I give to the children. The coded language I employ. The neverending tap tap of the keyboard. The non-Editor approach to writing. The jump in your gut and quiver it. The reality drain - sink hole.

The the.

Spirals of downward rambling poetry. Why? Whynot. Don't waste my time. WHo cares anyway. Last nights dream stashed in my back pocket. Hot blooded. See through the fury. Show some respect.

No pain.

Early detection.

Snap a Neck

break a neck.

There is the book called the shadow of the dalai lama, its a conspiracy type thing, and it rips into buddhism. i could tell right off the bat that the writing is subpar, jammed with sensationalism over scholarliness. The thing is who the hell am I? I wonder. I also liked when I saw how fucked it is that What the bleep do you know? is Ramtha. So sad. Walking in a cultlike background, with drinks and girls gone wild in the fore, obey the law is what they say. Nightlife crowd. Pilgrims in an illegitimate wasteland. Teenagers to adults, all wasted, laced, wasting time. Like its up for hock.

Robots of the sub culture find yourself. Did you ever notice the word cult is cult-ure, its You're cult, culture. It's Yours, like T La Rock, or was it La Tee. Bee I can't keep up with the old school now that I am so old school I'm going senile.

I'll get to the point some other time. Just jotting.

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It's time to write, do you know what time it is,
strict biz, lyrical wiz, see you at the Copa.
Come out tonight
Don't be a loafer.
I'll take mine mocha,
over cans of coke
Look at those cans of coke.
More.
Sorry we're all out.
Can't go all out.
Drink yourself to oblivion.
Mixed drinks stink the think tank. No tanks

Nitro

Nitrous

Never Trust

DaDa

Merda Dem !!! Merda Dem !!!

I see you baby
I see you baby
Shaking that azzzz
Shaking that azzzz

Uh Huh
I see y-

All right,

Don't Touch Me.
Uh Huh
Don't Touch Me.

Enter rude - the Interlude

Sleepless Nights lyrics"
I cannot sleep at nightThat’s what the day is for anywayAnd as the clock strikes midnightI hear them dancing at the gravesSinging to my mindKilling the pain . . . sleepless nights . . . sleepless nightsI cannot sleep at nightThat’s what the day is for anywayAnd as the clock strikes midnightOnly they can let us meetEven though she’s dead nowI gotta see her again . . . sleepless nights . . . sleepless nightsI cannot sleep at nightI will do anything to see missy againThen let us make you an eternal dealYou will attend to the gravesYou’ll give us the house back and keep in mindThat we only come here at night.So we made the deal under the starry night andAmon belongs to them now . . .I feel the dawn coming my wayAnd as the sun breaks up the darkI can’t hear them dance no moreThere’s no voicesKilling the pain . . . pain . . . pain

King Diamond Lyrics

follow me

Every day I cover a little more ground, and eventually I will get somewhere.

Goals:

Become a better writer

by doing it
by reading
by getting feedback

Create a body of work

by planning what to write about
by doing it

Share this body of work

promote (friends, family, and strangers)

Meet other creatives

write letters and emails
go out and chat

Celebrate life

dance
use aspirations to focus (reality)

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Oh Ronald
You destroy with your sham,
ham baloney sandwich.
Fraudulent, need to be in prison.
Exorcism of all you claim to be.
But you look the same to me
A snake oil charlatan
Scream on you like carlin
Got no love harlan
Barge 'em out on a boat
all she wrote
angela lansbury
knoxbury farms
be alarmed
ring the attention span
when you get the spam
the tibetan foundation?
got to get real
caused quite a stir
when he stranded those monks
life's slam dunks make you stronger
somedays the days seem longer
stretched out before you
governments wield strange powers
can the people be healed
subverted i heard it
in the wording
coming the bell tower rhetoric
clerics of hysterics
grave matters
mass concern

Oh Ronald you are diabolical
Wicked is your plan
From where did you land
And where will you end up?

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I feel centered today. Yesterday was dead on in terms of renewal. I feel more whole. I kept a schedule and it got me to kickstart my life into a more recognizable existence. Juie ti me. Energy is for the energetic so jump with it and show what you got. Don't be afraid life is happening.