(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.
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.
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