The days are long and slow. The nights becoming more frequent with less happeing. But sometimes, just sometimes... Idear (play): story taking place among inhabitants of multiple dimensions. To show this (the dimensions) a still picture represents the gateway where beings can move hither and tither. The would require that actors remains still while multi-dimensional scenes are … Continue reading Play Of Dimensions
Category: Notebook
These are mostly scans or transcripts from my old notebooks, journals, etc., that predated both blogging and the Interwebnets.
Blackjack Team
It's about learning. The learning process. Here's the crux in schooling: it's not about learning. It's the How and not just the What. For example, do not read religion to understand it or exercise it, read about it. Oh find that peace of dividend. What is the thread weaved to produce the quilt? "Thorpe" -- … Continue reading Blackjack Team
Compression Miracle
The Stick of Jan Sloot. Story of the alien who wants to return to his home with all the books of earth. And it doesn't know what a phone is. ;-) The problem is it is impossible to carry all the books because his ship is too small. Even if he digitizes the books he doesn't … Continue reading Compression Miracle
Cat Food
Everybody's mother depends on social security. Old people eating cat food. Look it up. An American't phenomenon? Not hardly. Apartment of a old mother. Open a kitchen and it's full of cans of cat food. >Put this in Bela Kaan, the parents in retirement. -tgs
Thing In The Middle
How does one determine the consequence of an unbridled, materialistic society? Does one start at the top or the bottom? It probably doesn't matter where one starts since from either direction/side one will eventually arrive in the middle. But in the middle of what? What is the thing where this "middle" is located. A womb? … Continue reading Thing In The Middle
Na-na, nanana
Enjoy your life = End your life > rock lyrics mixing, confusing not, meaning but audit-ability. Always love your mother because you'll never have another. (Unlike a father.) The Brazilian JC is 900 feet tall. Where the universe ends? For underwater species it's where the water ends. A certain water bug plays its own little … Continue reading Na-na, nanana
OGU
More reading. More don't read enough. Lazy. Lethargic. Practically catatonic. Such is this western life of never getting ahead. Anywho. Some say OMG but I prefer OGU. But then again I've not been gifted the gift of faith. Something to consider. Consider the impasse of a one God universe. He is all-knowing and all-powerful. He can't … Continue reading OGU
Some Sins
Three characters. One hears noises or sees something, the other two do not. Audience sees/hears what one does. One things, eventually, that two and three are playing a joke since they say they do not see/hear what on/audience hears. Radical economies. Like religion it's time for a reformation in economics. The day will come when … Continue reading Some Sins
Translation Attempt
-Happy but senseless people. -Glücklich aber verstands-loss? Attempting translations. Too literal. Lost. You can't cut water. Unless... He started taking pictures only his eyes could see. Rant on. Tommi
Rambo
Mir ist was neulich eingefallen. Why do people (Germans) call (have called) Bush a Rambo? Rambo has been misunderstood for too long (especially over here), don't you know, dear worst-reader. John Rambo is not the aggressor, by-the-buy. It is the redneck, tobacco chewing Oregon Police or sheriff that is the aggressor.
Wellville
Trouble in Wellville? The place that looks so nice but underneath is even nicer. Yeah, nicer. -Tommi
Transparency
Transparency not of the object but of the situation that lead to the object. Subject? Rant on. Tom
If It Were That Easy
"You have a beautiful family." "Well, thank you." Pause. "You know, you could have one, too." Pause. "Yes. If it were that easy." Rant on. Tommi
Temple Church
What do you do when he's got you where he wants you? There is no place to run or hide. And there is nothing left to say. How he got you here doesn't matter because you are "here". What do you do? How do you turn the tide of this, a result of, mis-trust? You … Continue reading Temple Church
By The Bog of Cats
"By The Bog of Cats", by Marina Carr, starring Holly Hunt @ Windhams Theatre, 2005. At the end of the play I stood and clapped till I thought my hands would bleed. I also wept like the little boy I wish I were. I screamed "HOLLY, HOLLY, HOLLY, etc." She was brilliant. Will never forget. I love … Continue reading By The Bog of Cats
Breast Feeding Addiction
Thought: A young mother that is addicted to breast feeding. Standing before a building built 1990. Just missed by the Dresden bombing. There's a undertone to what's being said in here (Germany). As though the voice, first question(s) (or rebellion) is coming from the east. The west has been so cleverly chastised, indoctrinated, dogmatized, that … Continue reading Breast Feeding Addiction
Peter The Rock
2005 02 12 At what point did man finalize his/the progression (to move) beyond religion? Was it the experiment(s) of the twentieth century? Was that the moment when condemnation eroded enough of Peter the Rock? The experiment of social infrastructure deep-seeded with the power of govt. and few profound (words?) "Religion is the opium of the … Continue reading Peter The Rock
Go Head Jeff
2005 02 10 So few things written. Where are those things? Not here anymore... What's the problem with man? Mankind. And. Two (other) things: 1. religion, 2. politics and commerce (business) As long as the clerk(s) ringing up the cash register are religious we will continue to kill JC and avoid truth. Idear. "Go'head Jeff" … Continue reading Go Head Jeff
Flob
2005 01 24 Stopped training muscles because I thought I needed to train mind. (Was I wrong? Oh yeah, wronger wrong!) It was a simple thought that came to worst-writer one day. Like sop many. What to do with such a useless thought? Write it down‚Äîbecause there's nothing else in this well-trained mind to write … Continue reading Flob
Something To Remember
2005 01 21 Something to remember? Something to forget? Well, not sure. But this does hold something true and real. A new “order”. But it wasn't about the world. “What is at stake is more than one small country (Kuwait), it is a big idea, a new world order, where diverse nations are drawn together … Continue reading Something To Remember
S'il Vous Plait
2005 01 20 A world of magnets. Never thought about it before. The magic of magnets. Where can I magnetize myself? Stereo speakers. Computer monitors. The seal around a refrigerator door. Tachymeter: scale used to measure units per hour on a watch. Commonly found on the bezels of chronographs, an event is timed by using … Continue reading S'il Vous Plait
She Save
2005 01 19 Her birthday. Did she save me? I ponder, motivated by certain books, the history of my world. I don't remember the books anymore, and perhaps the pondering has become weak, but there are sparks lingering above me. In their spew there seems to be a pattern—a connect-the-dots game, maybe all I can … Continue reading She Save
Between Two Red Heads
2005 01 18 Der Gast. By Christina Kettering. Sitting between two red heads in tight, cramped theater in Wiesbaden Staats Theater. The way it should be, baby. Notes: -ritual -Wir sind kein... für sozial Fehle... -Trying to be Komisch but the actors... -Great stage scenery. -(The Germans) can't allow a Scherz, says the internationa bar-man. -Oh, a … Continue reading Between Two Red Heads
Inform
2005 01 17 The problem a functioning capitalist system inherits is information. Within that information is the/a truth. In a society based on secrets e.g. communism, a bottom-up flow of info can only be coerced. In a capitalist system, e.g. the west, the flow of information is rampant and virtually uncontrollable and it's top down. … Continue reading Inform
Lysistrata And The Graduate
2005 01 16 Walking another street I realize I'll never know the moment of, will never remember, the joy of music caught from a one of the oldest English speaking churches in Germany. Evangelizing. The people of Africa, my people. Singing and joyous. Praising. The true spirit of Christ, of something Christian. Right in the middle of … Continue reading Lysistrata And The Graduate