Jason told me the best thing...

I gave Jason Galuten a book of my poetry for Christmas. The other day, he and I were using Google Chat (through Gmail)... here's the transcript

Jason: so anyway... your poetry has become popular around here
me: ??
Jason: I have had people over my house on different occasions...
and they end up taking turns reading poetry and laughing and smiling and other things
In fact, I hadn't even read any of it until someone picked it up off of my shelf and began reading stuff aloud
i like ode to a speed bump
there are many other favorites
just las week we had a bonfire at my cabin and people were passing around your book
very nice
me: ... that's.. well the best thing I've heard in quite a while.
Jason: yeah, man... you're stuff is really good... people who don't know you are getting a lot of joy out of it
me: That was my only wish -- truly
Jason: right on
well... you should distribute them more ...
hmm... nah...
just write more..
for me and my friends

Sent at 3:28 pm on Monday

WTO says...

The richest fifth have 80% of the world’s income and the poorest fifth have 1%; this gap has doubled between 1960 and 2000. (United Nations Human Development Report, 1999)

Berlioz spam I got today...

I got a wierd spam I got today...

How to make your orgasms last longer...

and Berlioz.

... am I missing something?


Here's the spam.
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emotional memory

Listening to a program on NPR's Infinite Mind on memory. They talk about emotion being the strongest enactor of long-term memory. Duh! As the information absorbing organizm the is we, absorbes its environment -- patterns come and patterns go. Some, you see, need to be recorded, remembered for later refrence. ... Ah, I've experienced that before! It's important for some reason because I remember it. My mind decided that I might find this information (or rather it might find the information) useful.

Why?

Because when we experience emotion, we are (subconsciously) placing value on information. As we experience the event through emotion, we interpret the input as having some outstanding (abnormal, or rare) quality. We are training our minds of what is different and should be kept on the lookout for.


Unfortunatly, in this program, they mostly did exercises, talked about a musical, and had a guy on talking about a drug they were designing to enhance the reception of neurotransmitters. But this is like turning up the gain on a mic instead of moving closer to the source -- you amplify the noise as well... what will come of this?

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visit the Infinite Mind website

a poem

I brush by you gently
    like a shadow in the morning
Did I hear you say goodbye
    as I heard the front door closing
I watch you walk away
    with a needle in my heart
How do we live together
    and yet feel so far apart

How did I know the pitch of Snake Rattle n Roll?

I fired up the NES game Snake Rattle n Roll today... but before I did, I was humming the themesong. The funny thing is that next door, the neighbor is playing music with heavy bass (Mariachi). And though the tonic was poured over me through the wall, I heard the theme song to Snake Rattle n Roll in my head... and it was in a different key. So I tuned out the next-door music and strongly hummed the game themesong to myself as I fired up the emulator... and... spot-on! Exactly right! Now this game came out in 1989. That's 17 years ago. Aside from playing it once when I downloaded it (probably a year ago), I haven't heard this song in over a decade.
That's close enough to "perfect pitch" for me.

I finally finished!

Today, I finished printing/assembling the last half of my 24 piece edition of my Summer 2005 album. The first 12 were done in December, so the edition was open for about three months. It's a nice feeling of closure to have them done. I now am the proud completor of 18 poetry books and 24 CDs (with booklets).

Not to bash the student part

The previous post is made in full recognition of the goodness of learning... I'm just done.. burnt out... ready to get on with life.

    And... of course, I'll never really stop being a student.

Where am I?

I am not here.
scooped out, and empty rind tossed on the floor
and I feel nothing

I can't even connect to myself
I can't feel my own feet touching the ground
I've lost the inside of my own mind

my only hope...

one day, I'll be a student no more.

Avatar

Here's my avitar -- I just needed to store it.

G'day

Today as I was riding my bike to school, a truck pulled slowly, silently up along side me... then some guy dumped his fucking water bottle in my face! Then they sped off... I flipped them off. Godamit.

Why?