Monday, October 14, 2002

Sit Still or Dance?

Usually I am known to dance. Usually I tell people get up and dance in life, get amongst it. Live.

Sometimes though it is important to sit still, and perhaps let everyone, everything move around you and allow yourself to focus on the harmonies, the rhythmic progression playing out inside you. The important thing to remember is to break into that solo, step into the spotlight and once again become the melody in your own life.

Just don’t ever stop tapping your foot to the beat. Once the tune is clear in your head, move about like a crazy muppet with felt like arms. Go on wave them about.

Move around, stay around.

Thursday, October 10, 2002

Think about it.

"What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies." - Aristotle

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

How the hell did I get here?

It is so easy in hindsight to determine what we don’t want in life.

I believe that life turns in cycles, we all have to hurt to understand our purpose, we have to laugh to appreciate an experience, we have to feel anger to understand what we want, and find the motivation to achieve happiness, and we have to fear to know that we have inner strength and can conquer these fears to excel.

All these tests add up to become life.

To live is to collect these experiences. Those of us that are wise reduce the amount of hurt, and angry tasks we experience and continue fearlessly to increase and fill our lives with the happy, exciting and alluring moments.

Finding happiness is up to you! Start today my friend.

Thursday, October 03, 2002

Natural Character Transference.

This is a phenomenon I noticed and termed a while ago. I was analyzing how underground culture can happen so quickly, yet huge marketing campaigns with millions of dollars behind them can fail miserably.

Think about this on a micro-level though. Our day-to-day dealings with people in our lives.
The more time you spend with someone, the more part of his or her character traits you pick up and the more you off load to them. Some people have this natural ability to transfer more than others, some people choose not to transfer, and some people choose not to accept. It is really up to the individual.

It doesn’t matter how hard you try, you are always going to transfer part of yourself, and accept part of someone else. This is what makes you friends, partners, and family. It may be small things, phrases you integrate into your vocab, the places you go, the food you eat. Little things, big things there is still transference.

The best and yet somewhat worst feeling is when you see ‘next generation transference’. You transferred something to someone; they picked it up, and then transferred it to the next person. Imagine that. Something that is distinctly you is now part of someone else, and someone else, and someone else….

Crazy.

Wednesday, October 02, 2002

The board.

This Saturday I will be collecting my brand new, all adventure, fast and loose, custom surfboard. The dimensions were discussed with two friends over a beer as we watched the waves roll into Merewether Beach and I think I've found my perfection.

Fingers crossed for barrels on Saturday afternoon. Sun, barrels, thoughts of friends, and the warm pacific.

Tuesday, October 01, 2002

Bob Dylan is a genius….

Saturday afternoons have become the best time of the week for me. Saturday afternoon is spent with my friends, on my sunny balcony. We look down upon the main street of Glebe, Sydney, Australia and share laughs, tunes, cold beers, fruity vodka punch, fro mage, red wine and each other’s fine conversation.

In the afternoon sun, we theorize about the world, where it is heading. Talk about the finer points of religion, politics, the fine arts, donks, surfboards, listening devices, unions, laying bricks, all matter of wonderful topics.

We agree and disagree on all subjects, heated discussion turns to full debate. Arguments are formulated and presented to the gallery of balcony beer guzzlers with the precision and timing of a well-written presidential speech. Actually, after 6 or 7 beers, a few glasses of punch and a bottle of red this conversation (as you can imagine) is not so coherent.

Let me assure you, on the big question we all agree.
Bob Dylan is a genius, and further correspondence will not be entered into.