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The Other Side of Smartphones
I have moved into the era of phones without T9. This is scary and exciting for me. I've always referred to anything like my new phone as a "witchcraft box" while withdrawing fearfully from it. Now, my pretties, I am brought to you at any time of day or night by way of what I can only define as sorcery. Yee-Haw, I'm finally a wizard!
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here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it. And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song. In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them. The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another. And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person. You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
A Quick Note.
I wanted to offer an apology. It's been a few days since I've written on here, and my queue has been empty. Later today I'll be loading up some new stuff for your reading pleasure. We'll talk soon. And you can feel free to send questions to jump start the process.
Why I Enjoy Tumblr.
I can queue ten or twenty posts at once and they will post on a schedule that I set.
I've made some interesting new friends.
I always laugh when I log in.
I feel like I'm building part of something, and that the greater whole will be something spectacular one day.
I am affirmed at every turn by my readers and friends.
And you.
A Boyhood Dream.
I had a recurring dream in my younger years. It occurred 10 or 12 times between the age of 13-15. I'll attempt to write it in the first person here as best I can remember it.
It was a cool night, reminiscent of the fall in Tennessee. I was far from Tennessee, however. The Eiffel Tower loomed above me while I paced in a short loop, waiting for her to arrive and for our night together to begin. The butterflies in my stomach were serving as a welcome distraction from my lightheaded state.
She walked up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. My body relaxed, and I turned to embrace her. Her bright eyes and dark hair were a most welcome sight. I took her hand and we walked around the Champ De Mars, talking and laughing the way that young lovers do. Everything was perfect.
The evening was a rush of smiles and laughter, punctuated by two gentle kisses. Our every moment together was poetry in its purest form. I know how ridiculous it sounds, but the energy she exuded made me feel more like a man. I wanted to eat my steak raw and wrestle grizzly bears in the untamed forest or maybe conquer a kingdom in her name.
The night came to an end far too soon. I walked her home, and we shared a few more minutes looking up at the sky together. Our breath rose in little clouds of vapor. I could wait no longer when I turned and pulled her in for a kiss. It was passionate, awakening my soul in ways I had never experienced. She stepped back from me, smiling brightly. There was a light in her eyes that illuminated her entire face. Beauty stood before me, breathing. And I had tasted her kiss.
We said goodbye, and I turned to leave. I had walked less than a hundred feet from her, and I glanced back, catching sight of her in the window, watching me leave. This was my night. And it had ended in victory.
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Felt like this way too many times. One day my music will bring the results I want.
So peaceful
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Frasier Is My Nirvana.
I've been an avid viewer of Seattle's beloved radio psychiatrist since I watched him on "Cheers" as a young child. I have been a fan of the show from day one. It has some of the most profound humor and is brimming with life lessons that I have applied successfully. Frasier's relationship with his father and brother helped me to grow in my own familial relations and the grace with which he faces his shortcomings in romance is admirable.
I used to watch Frasier everyday before I watched professional wrestling broadcasts. The opposition between these two is not lost on me. Wrestling is no longer on my list of time wasters, but Frasier still abides.
The greatest lesson I learned from Frasier Crane is how to be an active listener. So, like his popular phrase from his radio show on KACL, I'm Listening. I'm listening to myself, to you, and to our world in order to learn more and grow as a human being.
Oh, to stride these hills with true freedom and pure happiness! What a wonderful world it would be!
A Conversation with Nathaniel, the Homeless Prophet.
Me: How are you today, Mr. Nathaniel?
Nathaniel: Good, sir. Real good. You know they're trying to kill me, right?
Me: You're going to give them hell though aren't you?
Nathaniel: Nah. They're men like us. We've all had enough hell on earth.
Me: It's a shame.
Nathaniel: At least after all this hell, there might be heaven.
Me: Amen.
"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness."
Joseph Conrad
When did you know you wanted to create music?
I honestly can't think of a time that I didn't want to create music. I come from a large musical family, and it's really in our genes.I can remember the first time it clicked for me that it was something I was gifted at. A guy that I looked up to in my old neighborhood, *who was a big time dope dealer* told me that he'd better never catch me out in the streets doing business like all of my friends. He told me I had too much of a chance to change the world as a rapper to get caught up in the correctional system. He also threatened to kick my ass if he caught me doing it anyway.
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'Merica!
If you could have any two super powers what would they be and why?
Magneto-like control of water and the ability to reach into the minds of others and adjust emotions (individually or en masse) is probably the greatest combination of superpowers I can conceive of.
The first power grants me the assurance that nearly all violent weather forms are at my command. If we are facing off one-on-one, I can manipulate the human body since it is mostly water. I can use gathered air moisture as a projectile. So much awesome!
The ability to influence emotion was the gift of the Mule from Isaac Asimov's "Foundation" series. How can someone stand against you when you can force them to feel utter despair at the inevitability of their destruction when facing you? You can totally demoralize any foe at the speed of thought.
That's the best combo I can conceive of.
