tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57781008430003360782012-01-01T10:35:06.103-05:00A scattered, intellectually curious student of ideas and life, shares his thoughts about the "alleged" meaning of life. Sociological observations at truck stops on I-95 may also be analyzed here. Thank you for being here, now.C. Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990148159195322152noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778100843000336078.post-83741027750693821962011-03-16T04:03:00.003-04:002011-03-16T04:14:05.041-04:00

Yes. I have made it to day 25 smoke-free. I am feeling good about this. The cravings are less and less. I feel very committed to this decision to live a healthier life without cigarettes.It may seem hackneyed but the photo above really does scare me! That is a lung with emphysema. COPD is a horrible condition, involving chronic bronchitis and/or emphysema. Basically the lungs are completely

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I quit smoking, again. Yes, I know a few of you are going to view this with a cynical eye, "when will he start back up again?" and some of you are saying "GO Chris! You can do it! Good for you! That is Awesome!". I'm going to listen to the latter folks who offer positive vibes and feedback. I can't afford to be around negative people in this struggle to stay off cigarettes. I quit exactly 17 Days

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Friends, strangers and random readers: Hello and I hope you have been doing well. I was on blogger sabbatical for a few months. I suppose my creative drive to express myself in the digital domain was self-controlled. I am still afoot and still searching for the truth of it all. I hope you have been doing well, in whatever place or stage of life you find yourself. I am saddened by this massive

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Jah guide, bring us peace on Earth. I am tired of this bullshit, people need to chill out and start loving each other. We humans have a choice, the more positive, loving action is taken in life, and if those people reproduce; (small caveat) future generations will have more love wired into their brains. We can SOCIAL ENGINEER Love, then we can scheme to plan the great WORLD PEACE. Think SOCIAL

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"Life is a sexually transmitted disease that ultimately ends in death". - Spoken by Dr. Wayne Dyer, author and spiritual guru, I am not sure if he originated this quote. Another similar quote, I heard years ago in a time and place I don't recall, "Life is a disease and we are all at different stages of it". - unknown. I really don't mean to start this day off on a cynical or negative note..I just

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I quit smoking on January 3rd, 2010. Have not had one, not ONE since then. It has not been easy. I am sick of cigarettes. Cigarettes were making me ill. Nasty, addictive nails. But I still can't get over that cute pic of Renee Zelwegger. I still have a crush on her.Is it just me or is anyone else really sick of those annoying commercials for "Activia? Act-tiv-eee-uhhhhhhh.. The masters of

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Indeed, I am living the dream..I am not sure who's dream it is actually, but it is somebody's! Note the sarcasm. But hey, compared with a few million folks in Haiti this week we are ALL living the dream! So, it is relative, right? Are you "living the dream"? Who's dream is it? Or nightmare?This world is moving very fast. Too fast. Perhaps the real revolutionary today would be the Buddhist..

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I love how language can be used. Save us from entropy! Lol. I used to be indecisive but now I'm not so sure.. After saving the planet from global warming, the next project should be to save the Sun, after all, it is burning out as we speak, and in many millions of years it may be gone...and no one cares! lol.. Save the Sun!! (good luck)I love this quote below...is it true? Who knows? How

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This billboard speaks for itself.I second that motion expressed...Peace outhttp://www.values.com

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Ok...greetings from the First State...I LOVE, absolutely... this song by Coldplay, "Glass of Water". It is open to interpretation, "son, don't ask, how full or empty is your glass, spend your whole time living in the past". Is it about optimism, not living with regret, not trying to understand the future, living in the present? Up to you..The youtube video shows the lyrics, it is not an

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Live from the Brooklyn Bridge, U2. I absolutely LOVE this song. It is beautiful. And this youtube video is actually quite good. I love NYC. I love U2.If you happened to watch the Democratic National Convention last year, our soon to be President Obama walked onto stage to speak, the beginning of this song was playing to his entrance on stage. I always wondered when watching that live, just how

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Weltangst.Anxiety and worries of the world. I googled its meaning..it is hard to find a lot about it. Basically, it's all the bs and worries in your mind...about the larger world....stuff on the world news...politics, crime, war, hate, struggles, oppression, hunger, fear, the destruction of the environment, the gross inequality of wealth distribution in the world, poverty, injustice, corruption,

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BBW. Some love the term, others hate it. You may know already, it stands for Big, Beautiful Women(Woman). Usage of the term is generally used in a positive light by men who prefer "plus sized", "voluptuous", "curvy", "zaftig", women. Not all "BBW's" like the term but it has become a mainstream term on the net and in personal ads and for social gathering events for those who are and like BBW's.I

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Above music video: Elvis Costello, "What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?". It is by far one of my favorite songs and the lyrics ring true. Hope you like it. I recall watching it on MTV (back in the the good ole days of real rock video!) in the early 80's as a teen...I loved it then...and still love this song. Youtube has many other versions of the song to check out..live..acoustic

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As promised previously, the 3rd and final installment of 3 videos. Coldplay, "Life in Technicolor II", with lyrics playing and their official video. It's animated and quite entertaining. I love this song. Rock on Coldplay..

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The above picture is the chemical formula for Caffeine. The last, greatest, untaxed mind altering substance consumed by over 80% of the worlds' population on a daily basis...whether through coffee, tea, soda or chocolate. It is one of the oldest, natural legal stimulants. Since taxes are currently being added to just about everything (cell phones charges are on the list, cities taxing more waste

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We've had many straight days of rain here in Jersey, on and off and it's giving me some cabin fever and longings for time's past. It's got me thinking about things I really miss that I was day dreaming of recently.1. Great concerts. I still reflect on seeing U2 at the old JFK stadium in Philly (since torn down) during their Joshua Tree Tour back in 1987. It was the best concert I've been too...

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I am fortunate enough to be watching my brother's girlfriend's dog Gunny again! He is the dog pictured on the right. I really think of Gunny as part of the family now, not just Julee's dog. He is the nicest dog. He is napping on my couch right now, chillin' out. When he's not excited about eating he is sound asleep napping....hey that sounds like someone else I live with! Gunny even let me

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The youtube video is the lyrics to Coldplay's "Life in Technicolor II" song. I posted two others related to this one...the original Life in Technicolor, then the extended version of the first version. This is part 3 of 4 total! Yes, one more is to come, that will be the actual video made for version II, an interesting animation video.I am not obsessed with this song, I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED with

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(photo note) I shall continue my tradition of blurry light night photos with the above photo, free courtesy of pixmac.com, they just get to put their huge logo on the picture, not a bad trade since I did not take the picture!I gave up diet soda 6 days ago. Tomorrow will be 1 week, day 7 wahooo. Whether it be diet-coke, diet-pepsi, diet dr. pepper, diet 7 up, I was drinking it. Lots of it. Diet

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(Image above: Michael Betancourt's textbook "Structuring Time" cover artwork) And now, hot off the presses, check out this collage novel by the artist Michael Betancourt. It is titled, "Two Women and a Nightengale". He has made the 1st chapter available for free and it is available by clicking here:http://www.michaelbetancourt.com/pdf/2Women_chapter1.pdfIf you are not familiar with Michael's

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The above photo is of a cartwheel galaxy. Looks more like fireworks. I believe it is one of the photos from the Hubble Telescope. If you want to see some awesome photos of space check out the Hubble photographs, they truly are amazing to look at. The photos on http://hubblesite.org/gallery/ are amazing!The sheer immensity, diversity and beauty of the universe. At least the parts of it we are able

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The photo above is a tribute to the Nightfly everywhere, up at night. I am up late, I am blogging, it's all good. The photo is of the back of a plane in flight over a city on the West Coast, (I forgot which one) the night lights visual creates a beautiful blurred effect. It's a pun of sorts being the Nightfly. Flying at night. Blogging late at night. A tribute to Donald Fagen's song "The

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What is meta-blogging? Of course it is blogging about blogging. Just as meta-analysis is an analysis of analysis itself. Kind of self-referential in a way. Not to be confused with Metaphysical; that is the philosophical study of the nature of reality, with meta-subdivisions that include meta-ontology and meta-epistemology. Everything can essentially be sliced and diced and broken down to a meta

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This is the youtube video for U2's "I sill haven't found what I'm looking for" from their Joshua Tree album. One of my absolute favorites from U2. This video was filmed in Harlem and shows the gospel roots in the song. I remember in high school being totally enamored with the album and themes of the album.. The song itself has felt like a life anthem for me as I have been a seeker and searcher

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In life we can choose a path of hope or despair. As I go through some trying times I am choosing to take the journey down hope road. The alternative routes just don't seem to work. Choose Hope. Be hopeful. Think hope. That's my thought and photo above for today. Have Peace and hope. May you have a wonderful day full of hope and positive spirits.

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This is a hilarious YouTube video showing a guy in India chillin' out riding on his motorcycle while texting at the same time! I'm sorry but this is a crazy world we are living in. This video made me laugh and also worry about the safety of our roads at the same time.

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the lights go on, neon burns into the skyskyscrapers rising as beacons of the nightthe storekeepers sleep, the nighfly begins his flightcityscape trains roll on the tracks, day is donemetro buses make their rounds, metropolitan eyesthe trolley rolls, cityslickers blackberry repliesswagger down the street the nightfly moves in shadowsthe daily grind is done, brighter vibes in the urban airespresso

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Coldplay, "Life In Technicolor" extended video mix from YouTube. I just love this instrumental song. The song is only 2 minutes and 30 seconds long on "Viva La Vida" but I found this remix video which is over 5 minutes long with some cool graphics. I am always pleased when I find a new song I just love and can't stop playing over and over. Hope you like it too. Viva La Vida!

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cigarette tax just jackedup $7 a cartona remedy to the economyrevenues gone, smokers down in flamesrecession stress buster up in smokethe weary can't afford to cling to the one thing they really knowstill less than chemo therapiesbut too much to stomachi need out from the clutch of the nicotine death stickits grip on me is tight ropei am slave to the burning stick of false hopecomfort in tense

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"Nightswimming deserves a quiet night" - REMThere is something about the night. Maybe it is the soothing quiet. Maybe it is the stress of the day being over. My mind is clearer, sharper and more creative in the night. I feel more alive. Ideas flow in my head. I love listening to songs on my Itunes. By the way, I am enjoying Coldplay's cd "X&Y" as we speak, or should I say as I write.. The

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ideas fly in the night's internal skyfleeting thoughts run the gammitmind wandering aboutsubject object polaritydream, vision, projectionthe right hemisphere emitsfleeting thoughts about the mindbrain zen ishere and therethought, ideation, abstractionsynapsis makes lasered connectionswebified neurons reflecting emotionneural networkedinternal electric gridsuperego, transmigration,

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I was unfamiliar with Regina Spektor until about a month or so ago. I've really come to appreciate her unique sound and voice. It's not the sort of music I was usually listening to but now I find I really like her a lot. There are several other live songs on YouTube by her worth checking out. Many are live from the Lollapalooza festivals. My favorite songs by her are "Ghost of Corporate Future

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I love this guy's violin version! I was not the greatest but I played violen from 3rd grade to 8th grade. I gave it up then because I thought it wasn't cool enough for high school.

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Open up swallow the statintypical American diet de-fattenedchin up nip tuck the unwanted wrinkleplastic surgeon's cleaning up cash an ego driven swindleunpleasant thoughts just wiped awayprozac and xanax clear mind's disarrayaltered tomotoes and growth hormonesshiny apples nature improved uponmass feeding drones, food cloned

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Dynamicabstractpassionurbancollectingcitiestrainsferries subwaysartlandscapegridscapefresh wornbravesoiledcontentgreensubstancesubstantialextensionmanipulationluminoussexwarmthescapismsoundblackpoliticspressurepleasureloungewoodpanellinghotcoffeebeansespressocappucinocheese skylineerraticinanecomtemporarypost

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Having covered both forbidden topics in my last post, religion and politics, I thought I'd just keep things light today in my blog post. I'm not going to present you with a soul searching poem or Jack Handy-like deep thought for the day. I really want to keep it light. That's why I'm going to discuss the hermenuetic dialectical errors inherent in Freudian Psychoanalytics, transposed with quantum

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Spiritual transformation of the self, is the only attempt, presently, one can make towards happiness and peace within the present self called I, or Me. Only this transformation of this I-ness can make this Me-ness, experience Happi-ness.This is the way I see it, as I (being understood in a conventional paradigm of metaphysics, “personhood” existing in modern space/time/cultural reality)

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center of gravity on my dysfunctionskyward trajectory of soul intentionmy future, co-created inventionthe pandoran box opened indigenous smoked bluntI gaze, intent to a prophetic rising sunonto a railway line headed for norththe best, mentioned intention put forthfighting entropy i cling to the soundone hand, is clapping it was edgy and profoundriding the moon circular pathrise to meet the

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when the mysticalbecomes the conventionalwhen the phenomenalbecomes the liturgicalwhen the mysterialbecomes the spectacleall bets are off, the dog track is closedthe mission of the mind is not fruitionedno longer envisionedbeyond reason history revisionedpawns of futurespeak society reimprisonedslaves to electronic interfacemimic gods of war waxing and waningpure critique of vast reasonorwell

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I just love this song and found this acoustic version on the wonderful Youtube, hope you like it too. Enjoy.

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the faxing of documents lost in the pilesthe calls made to voicemails lost in the dustbinunreturned messages unresponded to follow upsit's frustrated incorporated playing in my mindthe soul asylum song speaks to me in this time of irritationasking for managers to make it righttransferred to departments only to be sent back againtired by voice prompts to speak to a human beingonly to find your fax

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I love the above photo of Waging Peace. What a concept in a world so riddled with conflict and problems. Is it really that hard for people to just get along with each other? It would seem that peaceful coexistence of people, nations and cultures would be the way to go and we could all sleep better knowing peace and less conflict were on the horizon. If the world leaders could focus more on

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tried to say it once, no responseso I sent a notewarning: please respond within 10 days or elseyour name will be removed from the mailing listso what are you trying to say you don't even know your audiencejust lost thoughts on a pagealienation from your fellows your wordstry and say it rightright a grammatical wrongright that wrong, I'm now writing wrong, see! wrongsent it out move it alongmass

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"You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life."- Jiddu Krishnamurti, philosopher

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Thesis. Antithesis. Synthesis.Hope.desirous of so muchhopeful of grander things to comewanting to leave one's mark on the worldFear.afraid of so muchdreading a worsening situation aheadnot wanting to become a genetic time bombReality.learning to accept what iscoming to terms with the harsh realities and treasured memoriesbeing at peace within, accept that it is all meant to have been and become

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This is one of my favorite songs by Bob Mould. If you are not familiar with Bob Mould check out his earlier works. He began in Minneapolis in a great band, Husker Du in the 80's. Later forming Sugar in the early nineties and he has had a solo career since. His latest cd "District Line" has just been released this month. Bob is multi-talented and has had a major influence on many post-punk bands.

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alcatraz and golden gate set the moodthe hills and ocean a backdrop to fusion z00crack zoneshomeless homesimages and styles mixing and mergingcultures clashingfar from homedoc martin shoe wearinganchor steam beer drinkingsour dough bread bakingkind of townarts and homeless shopping cartstourist traps and x-rated sex ratsfreaks and industrial styled crapsirens behind police trapsalcohol and good

C. Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990148159195322152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778100843000336078.post-66709429035985839832009-02-13T17:14:00.003-05:002009-02-13T17:42:56.002-05:00

1. T2. H3. I4. R5. T6. E7. E8. N9. L10. I11. N12. E13. SIn commemoration of today, Friday the 13th, 2009: I post the above conceptual, self-referential idea in numbers and letters. If done on separate pieces of paper: there are also thirteen pages, each numbered from 1 to 13.That was my original concept of the idea, created on pieces of paper. I originally had this idea back in 1994 and

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I heard on the radio the other daythat love is nothing more than a chemical bath of the brainThe brain becomes ensconced with natural opiates and endorphinsand other "feel good" serotonin-like compoundsLove is reduced to a set of biochemical reactions through neural networksa mere cerebral biological eventIf this reductionist belief is in fact trueI'm feeling dirtyI need a bath

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drivingjourneys to know where?on a journey no destination in mindthe road becomes zenifiedlit up in the night, trucks roar pastdrivingdiesel explorations to somewhereon a road trip caught up in the momentthe flow of speed rapid caught in the momentnessengines charging the sense of time fadesdrivinglike motion unfettered by the windon a mind trip feeling endorphins kick inthe cerebral explorations

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I have so much to learn. I am barely up to speed on RSS feeders, social bookmarking sites, gadgets, widgets, tag clouds, html code, API, OpenID and the other jargon creations of the blogosphere/internet. I am learning. It's a lot of fun actually. I have to say I am very much enjoying this blogging experience. It's growing on me. It could be my healthy addiction.My creativity has been re-ignited

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Seeing the worldHalf on the cheap, the other halfWell, that's from daddy's keep.Consuming the low-end experienceSay, where are the cheap eats?Australian, German's and UK's reign,in this mobile wannabe chic, subculture strainSix months on the road and they've seen it all manMulti-cultural wanderer, no pretentions, sticking it to manBlack Doc Martins, earings, she walks down Bohemia StreetJust one

C. Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990148159195322152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778100843000336078.post-33817568793088508722009-02-08T13:23:00.003-05:002009-02-08T13:34:00.816-05:00

It's a textual thingU Wood EntStand----------UnderIT

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Words spill out the mind onto the electrified monitor screen virtuallyThe click clack days of the typewriter goneThe soft touch of the computer keyboardNot giving way to the experiential, grit act of typingA lost art in this world of speed, commerce and techno-maniaThe typewriter was an instrument to be played, allowing a physical stream of consciousnessA physical act with live sound, fresh ink,

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Life. is. not. a. bowl. of. cherries.We. are. not. affirming. ourselves.This. is. not. a. personal. note. to. you.Academic. poetry. this. is. not.We. cannot. not. communicate.You. do. not. live. in. a. vacuum. cleaner.Prayer. is. not. the. most. effective. results. getter.Big. business. does. not. have. a. human. face.A. cure. for. cancer. is. not. a. real. priority.Writing. poetry. is. not.

C. Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990148159195322152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778100843000336078.post-60687268160998993662009-02-06T14:10:00.003-05:002009-02-06T14:13:30.182-05:00

Om. This is my word and thought for the day. Meditate on this.

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In contemplation of what to add to my blog today, Here are at least 10 things I considered expounding upon but decided not to. And I hope you like the photo above of a Chinese tea shop. It is quite an artform in China, preparing tea, known as Cha. Makes me want to get some whole leaf green tea and brew it up to get my dose of antioxidants to combat the carbon monoxide from the cigarette smoke.1.

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This video is from the final scene of the movie, "Lost in Translation", one of my favorites. The final scene concludes with Bill Murray on his way back to the Tokyo airport with the song "Just Like Honey" playing, by the band Jesus and Mary Chain. It is a great song from a great movie and soundtrack. I just love the bright lights and neon-mania in the commercialized night sky of Tokyo. I was in

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Here I am again, at Starbucks. I had the pleasure of relaxing with my friend John, we chatted and had some java. I have been trying to put together a post about one of my favorite writers/philosophers/thinkers J. Krishnamurti. I just can't seem to pull together my thoughts and where to begin in discussing his expansive ideas. I began reading some of his works in college and have been a fan ever

C. Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990148159195322152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778100843000336078.post-63205276893876983862009-01-28T14:17:00.004-05:002009-01-29T20:29:50.485-05:00

I love this acoustic version of Collective Soul singing "Under Heaven's Skies". It is from their CD "Youth". It's not my favorite cd overall by Collective Soul, but I love this song. My favorite cd's by Collective Soul are Blender and Dosage. Both cd's are great from beginning to end if you are not familiar with them. I really want to catch them in concert sometime.Their latest cd "Afterwards" I

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Pictured above, C. Dylan and Barb, NYC, Times Square, New Year's Eve 2006My friend Barb travelled all the way from St. Louis to see the ball drop. It was a great experience for both of us. A special event and great memory!There is nothing quite like watching the ball drop in NYC on Times Square. How many people actually make it to this once-in-a-lifetime event? It is definetely worth doing. My

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Behold, a roasted nugget of black gold! I bow to the spirit of natural Caffeine, delivered in its human altered form, the roasted bean. Ground, refined and brewed in hot water. Served in its myriad forms.Dear Beans:You have added so much joy to my life and to millions of others. We are not sure if lust for you is classified as an official addiction in the DSM-IV, but your beautiful existence

C. Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990148159195322152noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778100843000336078.post-64241418827060677102009-01-24T14:47:00.004-05:002009-01-24T15:25:37.402-05:00

I am chillin' out with some coffee today. I went to Starbucks with a friend yesterday and loe and behold, they were giving out free beans of their French Roast. They were small bags, but free nonetheless, so I won't complain! I ground those puppies up when I awoke at 5am this morning for my daily jog (and if you believe that I've got some ocean front property in Nebraska to offer you) So it was

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Restore America's Promise and Greatness, I wish much success to our New President and the much needed Hope and Change

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Metaphysic-psycho-logotherapeutic-self-help-pseudo-spiritual-non-fictional,t e x t s,want the reader-consumer-patient-self-audience,tojust let go.Just, Let, Go. Arm-chair amateur therapists throw this advice around.Not, Go! Not go here or there. But Go away, be gone, stop-holding-onto-attachment-emotional stuck/rut/caught in the moment-ness.Tossed/thrown/placed/deposited/discarded,into the trash

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An existential crisis is a crisis of meaning and purpose for an individual. It's roots come from the philosophies of Kierkegaard, Sartre among others. I have been through several of these in my lifetime. "Man is free yet everywhere he is in chains" unknown author. The idea that with extreme freedom and choice one is overwhelmed by this responsibility causing a state of dread and fear of death

C. Dylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990148159195322152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778100843000336078.post-71874419665866777722009-01-11T01:45:00.001-05:002009-01-28T15:00:13.561-05:00

I just know it is time to go public and web publish my ideas. My notebooks have been overflowing with random scriblings, poems, essays, ideas, commentaries, thoughts, ideas, inspirations. For years I have only shared my poems with my closest of friends. They are lifeless inside those dog-eared journals, notepads, and sometimes on plain yellow post-it notes.I feel the need to share my thoughts.

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