| Brad's Laws of Happiness: Rule No. 1 |
[May. 24th, 2006|07:43 pm] |
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| | CD - The maligning of the Sheep - For Italy | ] |
i want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy.
And you do to. |
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| Be right here |
[May. 4th, 2006|09:52 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | life | ] |
Heading out to work this morning and things were normal. Woke early, played around on the internet for an hour with breakfast at hand, made lunch, the like. Then down the stairs from my third floor apartment into my soul. Be Right Here.
BE right here
be RIGHT here
be right HERE
It became a quine in my mind. It started repeating and everywhere i looked: I am right here.
There was a white index card lost in the desert of the morning parking lot. The lot was clear of planes but not birds. The card knew it shouldn't be there and commanded me.
"Harry-
Introduction
What Shortee's is, and its background. 96th + Westfield
Project- Putting indoor simulator so people can golf in winter months
Improving skills"
This puzzle piece, gateway, into the sole's mind is all I have to remember. This glimpse into some unknown thought process we define as human is so rare. We all connect so deeply it hurts to fathom the darkness of implications. I see but never deep enough, do you?
I saw the clouds in their infinite ordered chaos. I felt the crunch of the berries from the tree under my feet like stepping on bubble wrap. The smell of blooming flowers drifting through the air like the Clair De Lune. The sky was a wondrous gradation of blue shades touching the trees with the breath of life, carbon dioxide. Strangely, so few cars on the road but in the distance tires pounded their black rotational momentum into the forgiving highways. Be right here. And she was.
I stopped once again this time overwhelmed. Buckled over and as it all swirled my ringing inner ears made me dizzy. This... all this... It's too much! I can't go on. I was so in the moment... so utterly in the beauty of that moment that i felt too connected if there is such a thing. Imagine the shock of the cave woman discovering how to make fire for the first time in history. Looking to the horizon for a level, the compounded tornado lifted enough for me to go on. But it touched down again not but 30 seconds later. I can't go to work like this. There is just too much not to go home and meditate. Acceptance, again. Be right here. Aware of my awareness of revelation.
I moved to Indy with no real plans, no ideas, no friends, really nothing except a job. I searched and i found. It was there all along and now i see. I moved here to never stop. I moved here to find. I moved here to grow. It is something different to feed my soul. It is something different to take back. Be right here. I came here to find balance.
In the doors, and in my seat, this quine continued all hours circular as any zero. It continues to this day. |
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| Fading memories of 86,400 seconds... |
[May. 3rd, 2006|08:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | passing out | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Frisky Radio | ] |
I had tears in my eyes as is drifted to sleep. There was joy and there was only joy.
Go with it, your heart leading the way.
Do not trust those who say they know themselves for they have stopped searching.
Happiness cannot be found. It just is. There is no soon enough.
My constant vigilance of self must itself be watched. Luckily, it is more or less a subconscious thing now.
Steven Colbert is genius for what he did to/for Bush the other day. I was laughing out loud loudly with amazement in my office at how brilliantly this act was pulled off. Watch It! It will blow you away.
I want to hold you...
My finding and acceptance of the whole makes me want to explore the parts left dormant. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 1st, 2006|08:43 pm] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | (July 18, 2003) DJ Remy-John Digweed -Kiss 100 | ] |
Let's not argue with the environmental catastrophy. This is one of the best speeches i've found detailing the unfolding of the other next major world catastrophy:
THE PARADIGM IS THE ENEMY: The State of the Peak Oil Movement at the Cusp of Collapse
I beg all of my few readers to read this speech if you can make the time. It is NOW and it is the most significant event to occur in the last 150 years. At least the most significant of your life. Everything you know will change and it started 3-4 years ago when gas was $1.20 a gallon. Remember that? Damn, man. Damn.
Let me summarize: The way we live life today is unsustainable. We cannot be moving food and other items the distances that they travel. Say goodbye to those MacMansions. The suburbs will be the next ghetto. It is our habits, our thinking, our culture, our democracy, our businesses, our sense of worth, our daily routine, and our entire life that is going to change whether you like it or not. Those gas prices will continue to climb 30-40% per year until we are broken or until we are fixed. Being fixed means that we have to become near complete local economies. Be prepared for the next five years and read the speech, please.
There is a reason why i walk to work, and it's not because I want the exercise. Think of it this way. You spend, what, $130-$170 on gas now? That's my rebate. When you're spending $300-$500 on gas per month i get a good chunk of my rent back in savings! When it costs $1000 a month to fill your gas tank... you're going to start to think that maybe living closer to work wouldn't be such a bad idea? Who works in the suburbs?
Economics:
(I am not a professional! There should be salt right... here =>`. )
I'm going to refrain from commenting on interest rates, housing, and the debt problems because those are whole other beasts. They are related but, oh, so much more complex than what this would do justice. So how should you arrange your portfolio? The dollar will continue to slide due to a declining America. (I say declining for some good reasons that are too in depth for this post). That is, look to foreign mutual funds in the short to mid term for this reason. This will push up the price of commodities too. Gold being my favorite. I prefer a little more risk right now given my age and thus I see gold stocks as being much more profitable, like NEM. Oil will continue it's 30-40% incline. Those oil companies are already making record breaking profits... the largest profits EVER in recorded history. It may sound like they are over-valued but they're not, like VLO. Even when the government dips its hands into that pool of wealth through special taxes on energy company profits will they continue their catastrophic ascent. (There is a special point at which to sell these oil stocks too, btw). Another great investment would be railroads. if my stock allocation portions weren't fully vested I would put another half into rail companies like CSX. Trains get 750 miles to the gallon. Let's see your hybrid/electric car do that.
If our politians weren't so focused on the unknowledgable of the world for re-election then maybe they would be dumping money into upgrading the rail infrastructure. Alas, more highways. I'm willing to bet that within 10 years highways will be for the most part obsolete. Plus, the few travellers that can afford to travel by highway will have a hard time finding gas in both that it will be rare and that those highway gas stations won't see enough traffic to support the business. These people will have to go out of their way to get gas. Eventually we will realize that we need to change and our politicians will see the rails as the only method of distance transferance. This means that railroads are a great long term stock holding in my mind. At that certain point for oil companies, I am going to move from VLO to a rail company.
One last thing. Please read the article and if you want more info, ask me. |
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| Sun dogs |
[Apr. 29th, 2006|01:32 pm] |
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| |  curious | ] |
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| | the clock of the tick tock | ] |
Driving from Indianapolis to Chicago the sky was a milky precipitate. Many thoughts crossed my mind from a new "rising" trumpet sound preluding a break to the sun. I couldn't help but notice the sun. She beamed at me in glorious nuclear beauty. Aside this inspiration appeared two brilliant sun dogs chasing my car across the flatness that only the Midwest can simulate. (more sun dogs: 1 2). There will always be the sun afire with its enveloping halo to accompany me on even the coldest of arctic days. Throughout time, my halo and I warm the sun too. I follow that ingenious star everywhere it meanders. No matter how far apart we are, the sun will be with me as a proton and an electron are in their eternal dance of forces in search of perfect equilibrium. Hydrogen is elemental.
Those sun dogs haunt my lucid dream making so much seem irrelevant. My quest for happiness never started and shall never end. It just is. Having my faculties fully recovered, yet still muted because, is a wondrous experience over what has been. Ah, the joy of finally fully experiencing life once again, seeing the intricate weave of seemingly random events. My luck. My incredible luck to be. That energy and vitality of the right peoples' halos glowing at the right time makes me wonder how it congealed or why does anything ever happen at all. I've been looking for a very long time for the sun and its dogs.
Yet, it was always there never revealed. I thought impossible. |
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| Deep Space... |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|09:04 pm] |
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| | indescribable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | (July 18, 2003) DJ Remy-John Digweed -Kiss 100 | ] |
The mind numbed as i rounded the 10th minute of sculling. A bevy of memories grazed consciousness. By the 20th minute i was ready. They exploded into a tornado only to be sucked into the minute by minute. Franticly grasping to hold on to... what? Life does not hold still. The hard part is exemplified by the Tot-tastic (ex-g/f) event of not just us breaking but of her grandmothers death. Other times are easier to be. Event after event, where did it start? and end? It never started and they never end. Follow what is going on right now. Gather your bearings because that awareness is all you have.... The series of events will continue as long as life can be observed from the side of the red carpet you choose. Just follow your heart through the forest and you will be the one to answer that rhetorical question.
30! I hit my mark. Only five minutes of cool down left. I ended with 7060 meters in 30 minutes, with an average of 2:07.5s per 500 m. it was non-stop finally. That's what 4 months of training will attain. Some macho guy sat down next to me and bounced his time between 2:30 and 1:55. The longer being more standard. I hate when people make it into a contest because they are lost. Technically, we are all a lost in that still, still cave in some way.
Being here and not lost, knowing that I am lost, I start in many ways my journey over and over. I seek the challenge of growth. Yet, to my surprise, it may have found me floating in deep space some 9.5344435 trillion miles away from anything. Completely Complex. |
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| Cosmic Wholeness |
[Apr. 23rd, 2006|05:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | all of them | ] |
| [ | music |
| | frisky radio | ] |
While on a bike ride at the canal, i started looking around. Dodge a person here, dodge one there. It was like an old Nintendo game. There was nothing better! Inside this game, i had my thoughts about the various interesting people in my life. How the wind whistles through your hair on a beautiful, warm day. Those two look interesting. I quacked in their general direction as they pondered the extent of what wholeness means. Where mist blew across the wet path a small rainbow formed at 42 degree to the sun. Not only that but it moved as i tried to pass it.
There is nothing more pleasant than being near water. It is the infinity that humans can understand. My Affinity. Any infinite is one thing: everything together.
So many little dogs waddling their owners along. The runners, joggers, walkers, and vagabonds not quite comfortable with the status quo. We always look, and we always find. But we question whether now can be a better tomorrow. And we look and we always find. What must be done has already been decided just not revealed. The known becoming infinite, the easier to find. You will know.
A man wanted to join me in his run and with a supernova we were side by side. 1..2..3..4.....42..43. He's done this before. The exhilaration of speeding to get that glimpse of what matters and that is all. The freedom of connecting the lowercase whole experience. There is always more to find and explore just around that corner. The expressed fact that we are even capable of such a thing is utterly astounding. This knowledge of what we do can bring together all things.
The umbra canal path was more in the air. It did not keep its distance. I am one with the wind. Then the water, the sun, and lastly the earth. I have never felt more complete.
As the mutual energy of my last relationship drained to their respective decanters my eyes opened once again. Found in Indianapolis, on a canal, dodging the fledgelings, a man found happiness in wholeness. You will understand when you know nothing to π.
Basking on the grass next to the sculpture, a couple rubbed each others arms. They lazily watched the acrobat in the sky. The man pulled right and it twirled counter clockwise four times. The man pulled left to narrowly avoid a death as the Red Baron had had.
They sat, pondered, walked, watched, jogged, focused, biked, felt, roller bladed, read, flew kites, relaxed, and threw the baseball... into the canal. All on the edge of danger. The ball, a super hero, was impervious to wind. It received the sun and we shall go to the moon. Post eclipse a reality is revealed and it is to grow, seek, and find the wisdom. The process may come to you but when you come to it then does it click.
I have found the me that I am now. |
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| my new poem and Bush |
[Apr. 19th, 2006|10:35 pm] |
indeed
with no past, nor future.
a trip in the head,
now all there is.
tears with the past.
weaving what's next.
bifurcated with inspiration.
in tritones buddha dies.
by counting not two.
another found world.
with no stretch of imagination.
being is a state of mind.
On another note, Bush said yesterday: “I'm The Decider And I Decide What's Best”
I think the rest of us say: "Mr. President, you're not qualified to decide what's best."
Yeah, and he is hearing voices again.
If i was on the board of directors of a major corporation and my company had an opening for the CEO/President I'd look at Mr. Bush's resume and discard it immediately. Even for a small company I wouldn't have him to run it. He would run the company into the twin towers. He's done it with an oil company and is doing it with the American economy. I wouldn't even give the guy a lower position in the company. It's is wholly unqualified for anything important. |
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