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333 writings have flowed from inside to this screen.  3 is a special number in my world view, although I suppose I need all of the numbers to make this world what it is.  I wanted to write something very special for this occasion, with all sorts of links to the past and comments on the magical significance of three, but I think a simple description of my day will suffice.


Today I taught two classes at a language center in the Bronx, and during one of the classes we learned about "Achievement."  One of the examples was Albert Einstein and his theory of relativity.  And I thought teaching them about infinitives and gerunds was difficult!  The basic idea is about the relations between supposedly separate objects.  "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."

Afterward I went home, cooked food, took a nap, read to make my mind run and listened to Alan Watts talk about the perceptual illusion of reality, in that that's what makes life possible.  He also talked about heroes going on journeys and needing skillful technique to express their inspiration to the world, which expects that this person would have brought something useful back to society if they had really gone on such an extravagant series of adventures.

Then I read some writing I had done before and waited for my friend to arrive.  Around 7:30 I got a text from a Cambridge friend saying he had arrived in Harlem.  He's in town on business, and I've known him since I was 12 years old.  It's hard to pick one, but he definitely qualifies as a "best friend."  I shared the glory of New York pizza with him (just next door!) and then gave him an earful about my current situation: I'm a writer, I'm approaching 30, and I need to start making people believe by writing my dreams into reality.  His listening and feedback eased my mood.  Then I got a text from a friend who lives nearby.  I have known this friend since kindergarten.  He also qualifies as a "best friend."  Our group of three walked to the river to take in the view, and then around the neighborhood.  The hometown friend caught the downtown train and the other friend and I got some tea near his apartment.  He opened up to me a little bit about his problems, and I offered a little perspective to help him in whatever way possible, and then we parted ways until next time.

There is a quote on my wall that reads: "People who live in a society, enjoy looking into each other's eyes, who share their troubles, who focus their efforts on what is important to them and find this joyful--these people lead a full life."  --Albert Einstein

Expressing as much of a book as possible in time for (metaphorical) Bonnaroo in June is what is important to me.  I would love for it to be complete, and even happier if an agent was representing me and making it possible for many people to read the stories.  That's why I am significantly reducing the frequency of writings expressed on this page for free.  Please keep continuing to check in on me.  I appreciate it greatly.  There will still be occasional writings and photographs.  But to achieve my dreams, I must have both literary feet walking on this book's balance beam.

You Are Here!

(New shared writing on 4/23.  Private writing for now)

We must rest, work and play every day.  Age is irrelevant.  There is always work to be done, play to be lived, and rest to be enjoyed, in whichever style you find makes living life worthwhile.  I worked hard yesterday, played hard last night, and slept well while the snow fell.

Today I taught a couple groups of humans how to communicate more easily with their world, along with a lot of extra related information they may or may not find useful someday.  Then I decided I needed to play, but I wasn't feeling very energetic after intense basketball yesterday, a visit from a great friend and several nights in a row of socializing with great friends from both the country and the city.  Since I finally had time to myself, I decided that dancing to Abbey Road while intermittently studying the hidden meanings and relationships amongst the images decorating the edges of my place to be was the best way for me to enjoy being free, however temporarily.  Then I decided to get some fresh air by moving my body through the streets, down the hill, over the bridge, to where the sunshine joined the water in unity of one beauty.  I am lucky that I have the benefits of musical technology created by my friends--by which I mean the rest of humanity--to flow musical shows through my sensory to please every heart beat dancing my life blood from my mind's eye to my feet, pleasing every musical peace of this soulful body.  I am fortunate that the previous me put together a team of songs with utmost artistic character, beauty, creativity and emotional sublimity.  These songs were grouped in one list of thirty three artists, all of which played several songs, with some playing four, and all playing at least three.  The vibration of music sphere joy naturally commenced with Hiromi, The Beatles, The Flaming Lips (those freaky Americans who sing about Yoshimi), Radiohead, and Sigur Ros, who I was incredibly fortunate to see one year ago in California tomorrow, 4/17.  Of course, you can't have a band party with Sigur Ros without inviting Mogwai as well.  Since then I have enjoyed John Coltrane, Bob Dylan, Beethoven and Phish, and am currently taking a break from the playlist to enjoy another mind.

A three day weekend approaches after tomorrow.  I will be able to have some time in the city before driving a few hours to see people, and hopefully many bright stars.

Spring Blossoms, The Heavens Rain Snow, and I Wear Shorts for Some Reason

Walking down the street at 11 pm, wearing shorts due to intense sweat caused by two and a half hours of basketball played in New Jersey, searching frantically for the subway connection from the PATH train, which I foolishly exited at 9th street instead of Christopher Street because I assumed it connected to the 1 train there as well, causing me to walk an extra 10 minutes as the wind blew, the temperature dropped below 40 (one day after the warmest day of the year so far), and the thick snow fell on the trees which just blossomed yesterday...

On the train ride back I recall freshman year of college.  We make a bet during a bowling match over the weekend.  It is January, and the pair that doesn't win has to wear shorts to a full day of classes on Monday.  Miraculously we somehow tie, and it is decided that all four of us have to wear shorts the following Monday.  So Monday comes, and it is only 5 degrees outside.  And of course, I am the only one who honors the bet and goes to my 8:30 am class in shorts.  I am wearing extra layers everywhere else, but still exposed skin below the knees and above the ankles.

As I approach the Arts Quad, I see the Assistant Dean of the College of Arts & Sciences.  He's a man with glasses and a bow tie who definitely belongs in a highly charged academic atmosphere.  He is very intelligent, so he was smart enough this morning to wear adequate clothing.  He sees me, smiles, and says, "Sir, you have a hearty soul."

And there I was thinking that he was going to call me a fool.  I like "hearty soul" better.  Words really can make a difference.

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Pyramid of the Sun

I am enjoying a beautiful day to be alive in the world.  Sunshine, music, and people to talk with.  Water, food, sights to see and places to be, in a country that--compared to most of history--offers many opportunities to be free.  Liberty isn’t always a guarantee when playing a part in the universal (334) symphony, so when I have the ability, I must make full use of this life I am able to live so freely amidst bliss that (61) flows “genki” through the soul body which is you and me.  I am moving now so I can make the heart flow life liquids with electrical, spiritual and emotional energy of infinity. 

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Who AU

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Water and Light

Water

Sunday

See

GLOWIN

A year ago I wrote and cried and improved on the heart, and she shined a light on me.

Shine the light of your story.

If you don’t know how, just start shining your story lights any way that feels right (42).

The day before (45)(46) today (47) (48) (49) I ) (don’t stop) (54) went on an adventure in New (61) York City.  (64) I ran to the great pyramid of the sun (74) at 3:34 (77) and (79) also photographed art (83) with the W 143 Rainbow Way One, and Historic Hamilton Heights.  Then I walked through beautiful buildings (101) to W 145 St. Nicholas and moon smile (hi!) (111) before the (114) train to the park on a sunny day, walking with water reflecting sunlight more (129) with each step (133) (134) unaware on the way to the garden with (143) dancing women (146) (147) (148) (149) in the sunlight, to the summit, (646) to the Garden (161) Ring of Freedom (164) with the most gloriously timed and surprisingly detailed, enormous and powerful work of dazzling art sculpted beneath a blue sky, with the words of wisdom flowing through the famous faces of the ages on a circle surrounding this celebration of the triumph of the sun moon smiling with all (214) the life of the planet, in many magical manifestations (224), amazing animals, and joyous Hiromi music on with (233) art projects everywhere, from children, and bears, lions, turtles, frogs, monkeys, and everything danced and faced the gigantic crab (the sign) holding the earth together and (Choux a La Crème) a warrior triumphant over the negative so that the rest may celebrate the beauty of life, the entrance on W 111, Amsterdam AV.  Naturally.  I walked all the way up Broadway to my room, where I was very happy to have a place to be, before going to the river to see the sun shining over the Hudson swimming into the great Atlantic Sea, flowing (326) the whole world with the humanity (333) (334) (335) all around me

“Today I Can Live Free, In (345) Peace and My Dreams”

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I saw the sun set and stared up at the greatest moon smile possible at the edge of the riverside park with the enormous expanse of wondrous water, home of all life we enjoy, and stars shining in the sky appearing one by one as I realize I am the only person in the world having this exact fun.  Even if people in houses or apartments nearby have the view, and happen to know of this beautiful elixir (433) (434) (435) of life, they don’t have the wind, or this position with immediate elevation so that the astounding view is spread out in front of U (461) above the barriers separating the universal rhythm.

There was much on the mind.  Looking into space, seeing the moon floating faithfully with a smile, reminded that we have been floating on the magic spin ball the whole while, with blue-green style.  On the day 4/6 (or 6/4) the ball was in this exact same relationship to the sun.  I would say it is in the exact same space, but the sun itself is moving with a galaxy moving with a universe which would probably be moving as that seems to be the fun thing to do around here.

The morning of 4/5 I was feeling low, mostly about my immediate circumstances, and blaming myself for them.  I was also worrying about the world on many levels.  So I let it out, and then I started working to apply my creativity (601) to something tangible, that I could see, right in front (612) of (614) me.  Something that had (619) been there for a long time, but just then (629) (630) was showing (633) me just how glorious, grand and beautiful (641) the (643) heart’s art (646) was, is, could, should, would and will be.

A year later, in supposedly the same spot on the circle around the sun—which gives the light of life to everyone—I was feeling emotionally fine but physically slow, because it was the only day of the week where work was a place to which I did not have to go.  I wanted to rest, I looked forward to rain and (718) rejuvenating my spirit and ability (724) to express the inner truths of imagination, knowledge, wisdom and creativity supplied infinitely with divinity.  (“Sing 741 from Your Heart” says the Yogi Tea) Instead the sun shined brightly all day, so I had to work (61) with what the world was offering me and go play.  I walked down to the riverside park where the wind almost blew the headphones from my ears, the waves strong with white caps as far as the eye could see, from the George Washington Bridge in Washington Heights, Harlem and New Jersey.  (814) There were already people playing basketball on the courts and baseball on the field.  After some rest and some lunch I ran to the pyramid, and well, after that, just about every time I wanted to call it quits and hop on the train home, a premonition came to me urging me to push on further and explore the city.  With the weather slowly improving, many more adventures will be available to me.  That’s how I discovered the new garden.

When I returned home, I returned to the water to see a bright ball reflecting the magic sun ball’s light throughout the Manhattan Hudson Jersey night.  She was the moon, smiling wide at a small orange balloon floating upon the waves.

I listened through music, and Train Tracks.

I returned to the apartment to take more pictures of the world’s layered creativity revealing its hidden treasures (961) for free.  I bought food to sustain this be, including potato chips and three forms of green.  The song from before made me remember this old bag of dried up beans I had been storing in the cupboard since I purchased them back in Queens.  They are a mixed bag of beans, with a wide variety of magic.  Beanstalks will begin to bloom soon.

"Believe It Achieve It” glided from the wall to (1034) my hand recently, matching perfectly with “I Can Live Free, In Peace and My Dreams” from a mural decorating a center of learning in the city of San Francisco, where I was celebrating the same values and gifts provided by this world that provides itself, especially from within.

The lesson: a space spiral ago, I was feeling low, so I began improving my art and then shared it as some sort of show, with words (1111) to flow (1114) the feeling (if you didn’t already know).

This weekend I have been enjoying being alive and the fact that (1134) I survived a journey which allowed me to thrive with we be’s buzzing in the hive.  Both days I was feeling like indulging my fatigue, but (1161) I decided instead to trust my mind’s intrigue and follow this mysterious work of art wherever it may lead.

I love your glow, your show, how you share what you know, and thrive and spread your joyous experience of the universal flow. (1204)

Smiling

The best is to enjoy being alive as much as possible, and this is made possible by making the world more enjoyable.

Haiku

The "Breathe Deep" Tea says:

"Experience is Wisdom"

Surprise poetry

Move the World Around

I took this picture at Design Festa 33 in Tokyo, Japan in May 2011.  My roommates invited me to this enormous gathering of artists, hipsters and design lovers in a gigantic building with several floors and many enormous rooms filled to the brim with tables, booths and displays complemented by food and live music.  There were also plenty of interestingly dressed Japanese people, as this was somewhat of a hipster fashion show, making this one of the coolest and strangest experiences during my time there.

However, the most memorable moment of all that madness was what I saw after I had already checked out all the booths.  I noticed this toddler vigorously and intensely moving this seat across the floor.  I have no idea why.  There didn't appear to be any need for it.  He had just decided that this chair needed a new place to be, and he was the one to move it there.  I'm not sure he knew exactly where that was supposed to be, but he wasn't going to get any grief from me on that account.  His parents noticed and let him pursue his passion.  They didn't know what he knew, but understood that truth, and let him pursue his own path.

Maybe he had seen that the world needed to be moved around to be more beautiful, and he took action.  Perhaps he thought he was doing something important.  Or maybe he was just having fun.  It could be that he knew it was all just practice for when he would really have to move something important, maybe for himself, or maybe for someone else.  Perhaps he cannot walk without the seat, and he is really using the world as his means of transportation.  I think that by moving, he moves the world, and by moving the world, he enables himself to move.  A beautiful symbiotic relationship.

Who knows?

Does he?

Whatever he is doing here, he's doing it better than anyone else could imagine.

Delight

A very busy day today.

I have a lot to say, and I already said it by writing it somewhere else.  I will tell the story in more detail when I feel it is ready.  I will not transform great stories into mediocre ones in the name of rushing or standardization.  That is not to say that techniques aren't important for expressing emotions.  But if it's only about the technique, and not the emotion, then what's the point?  That's what I've been thinking about a lot today.

Today was very good, but then very stressful.  When I finally got home, I decided to write the frustration down with words.  Then I went on a walk and realized just how great life is: I walked across a bridge toward the smiling moon, which was smiling for the first time in a long time.  I walked past basketball hoops and a baseball field filled with players.  I walked to the view above the river and surveyed the area surrounding me, connected with me.  I thought deeply about a part of my life that has been weighing on me since I moved to New York.  I made a decision, and I became much happier.  A burden had been lifted.

I walked back toward my apartment.  Earlier I had looked from my window into the street and saw a man running down the middle of the street.  Not the sidewalk.  The street.  So as I approached the enormous hill that stands between the park and my apartment, I began sprinting up the hill right in the middle of the street.  Then I began writing again.  Pages completed.  A breath of refreshment.

At 11 o'clock I finally had time to cook a meal.  I hadn't eaten as much as usual during the day, and I hadn't had a full nutritious meal yet.  I washed, chopped, cooked and ate the food.  After many bites I finally drank the water with deep thirst and full appreciation.  I savored the few drops that remained on the inner sides of my lips and cheeks and slowly trickled down to my throat, each one perceived with full gratitude and recognition.  I thought of just how lucky I was to live in a world with something as joyously delicious and healing as water, and that I lived somewhere where I could easily have this water for free.  Lucky me.  Then I breathed deeply and appreciated the miracle of being able to be.

For One, One Four

Hey, it's 1141 on 4114

Although somewhere they say today is 1414