I love your description. "I am a dog groomer so that I can be an artist". :) Thank you for telling me, it's nice to know that it did. Sometimes you wonder why you want to say a thing. This is reason enough for me!
I keep forgetting you are so many things. I went back twice to the top to check if this was really the Goddess of Gorgeous Artelligence turned poet? And can you really play a piece like that? Oh my. It was magical when it flipped between the bass and those trilling trebles. I have a disklovier (sp?) in my piano that doesn't work anymore but it was fun to see the ghost playing. I picture the tape feeding into it something like the animation.
I made my major into the Psychology of Creativity so I could be a professional dilettante, but you've out-dilettanted me!
Post a little comment on my Bhagavad Gita so I can copy my comment from your Casa Dei Portali.
I am not surprised that you have excellent taste in music :) Haha. I went back and left a comment on your post. My problem has been that I watch your videos from my email. When I click on them, it takes me to youtube. Usually, I go back to substack to comment and find that there is a lot more to your post. They are extremely comprehensive. I will start going directly to your substack to watch and solve that problem. They psychology of creativity was a major? Dang, I should have focused on that one. I was always interested in both psychology AND creativity. And yes, I can play that :) I will, rather. Haha. I have never thought of myself as a delittant. You may carry the title. Haha. I am too rough around the edges to think of myself that way. :)
I am thrilled that you're watching my videos so do it in ANY way that's easiest for you. I just wanted a place to praise you in the comments ;-)
As an undergrad in Philly, they let me make up my own major. I think I'd changed it three times already. So I did it as a double major. But it happened that the person who created the field of the Psychology OF Creativity was an alum of my little Catholic college. So when I was nominated for a Danforth, I said the only school I'd apply to was his. I didn't get the Danforth but I got in with out-of-state tuition waived. That's what brought me to Santa Cruz on a plane, Greyhound and taxi to sleep on some hippy household's floor until I found a place. I'd never been west of Ohio or heard of Santa Cruz but I thought, it's close to San Jose and there's that song about it, so that must be a nice place. Little did I know!
Wow ! I am glad I asked. Unfortunately, I went to college with a music scholarship and got kicked out my second week of school for smoking weed in my dorm room. DUH:) You got me there. I had a rough beginning as a young person. I did wind up going to college for graphic design online later, but that was a joke. I could have just had a subscription to (I forgot the name of that website at the moment) for $20 a month and I would have learned more.
He (She) who feels it knows it lord! And what else matters? I'm a big fan of "pre-literate" cultures and those whose languages were responses to nature and not just city state mind warps. But whatever! That's just me. Interestingly spelling comes from the act of casting a spell. We do cast spells with words, no? Also interesting to note that magic wands of way back were made of Holly-wood, who now casts so many spells? The mind is overrated and very dangerous without a good and solid heart. The heart is merely vulnerable without a mind. It would be nice to see a balance of the two in the world. For now we are being pressed to go full mental. I will never submit nor consent to that. I love to feel. I love the sensual of the world in all of it's glorious forms. I love this piece. Thanks for sharing your words!! I feel like I do understand... And ya! We all have those inexplicables thank god... Cheers.
back at ya. i love exploring this crazy glorious realm and finding out what the other me's think about it! lol. it's like we just land here and then shit starts happening. it's fun to relate with others and what they think and feel about it all, ya know? seems pretty simple. we're only here just a while... inexplicableths is an amazing word! haha.
Thank you, @Paul Wittenberger , for restacking. And thank you to two others too, that I did not thank previously (@The Rewind and @Kat Mack )I had a hard time figuring out how to respond when people restack. Forgive my ineptitude. I hope this comment lands in the right place. (I am still a “noob” on substack.) :) I am always interested to know that this particular thing resonates with other people. Some things we feel so strongly and we never discuss because it’s impossible. It’s good to know you are not alone in that! Even though it’s sloppily done, I wanted to thank you all. Thank you, Paul. I will learn how to better navigate responding to restacks.
I learned to feel while saving all suffering animals I encountered. Or trying to…
I taught myself to ride a unicycle really really well. That opened a vast realm of doors.
I learned by accident that I could connect energetically with an audience even though I had to be within quick reach of a bathroom before every single performance.
I was that college student who tried to have a one-on-one conversations with every professor, much to his/her eventual chagrin. I did my best to engage other students but they were almost all checked out zombies.
I dropped out of pre-med after three years and went to Clown College. Unicycling and performance skills got me hired and I lived on the dingy roach-infested circus train for three months until I realized just how not funny elephant trainers whacking elephants on their knees with a bullstick is. And how not funny caged Tigers are.
I resigned. I moved out of the circus train, and rode my motorcycle for thousands of miles. This was a very good thing to do.
I studied and performed classical theater for over a decade until I realized that very few audiences were worthy of my sacrifices.
Intermittently, along the way I took post graduate level classes in Despair. These were initiations into greater capacity for compassion both for myself and others.
I worked as a job coach for adults with intellectual and developmental disabilities for 15 years. Covid insanity shut that door hard.
I spent two years and well over 2000 hours studying the multitude of psychological, sociological, economic, scientific etc. aspects of the global psychological and physical assault. I became disgusted with humanity.
At the bottom of that shit pile I was required to let go. Required to understand that no amount of research and logical presentation could change the mind of a single person captured by the fear narrative. Nothing left to do but love them as best I could anyway.
This is an ongoing process. At best I will embody unconditional love incompletely. So I’m just another human doing the best I can, finding other humans doing the best they can.
Wow. To be a saver of animals and then move on to such a negative experience seeing how they treat animals in a circus, must have been really rough. That makes me sad. I love animals too. I don't like seeing them captive and I definitely don't like seeing them abused like that. Did you like working with the intellectual and developmentally disabled? I know a couple that are some of my favorite people. I am sorry that door was slammed shut. Loving people the best we can is the best we can do, it is true. You have a really interesting history. Thank you for sharing that.
Working in the IDD world was both wonderful and exhausting. The wonderful part prevailed, that’s why I did it for so long.
Our program participants were above all socially…challenged, shall we say. Many were also bowel-ly challenged. Oh well, I have managed more than little of my own metaphoric and real-world shit, so it was hardly a deal breaker.
Many also had incomplete or nonexistent behavioral filters. This could be inconvenient, exasperating, and often funny as fuck. In order to work in any of the helping professions you had better have a dark sense of humor. Lots of well-intentioned people try, but they hit the wall upon realizing their recurrent fantasies of choking the living shit out of some of them. Seriously, dark stuff. We [who stay for long] learn the difference between feeling homicidal and actually being homicidal.
When mask and injection mandates came down I was the only one I knew (in a sizable company of so-called advocates) who challenged-excoriated the executive level and board of directors. ~You mean to tell me you are going to mandate an experimental medical procedure with no long-term safety data? You’re shitting me, right?~
I gave them dozens of references: universal ethics, Nuremberg codes, the impossibility of informed consent (especially for our population)…all of the best information I could find, only to be told:
“Duly noted.”
That which is dependent upon federal and state funding bows down regardless of ethical considerations. Where have we seen this play out before in history…?
It all turned out well in the end. Now I am deep into apocalyptic ecstasy. Jokes allowed, even encouraged, but my reality of inner and Other connectedness has taken quantum leaps at least in part due to the cultivation of bliss I’ve only relatively recently known was possible.
When openly challenging taboos it is vital that the payoff exceed the blowback. 😉
Well, I am glad you are cultivating bliss. To heck with it. It sounds like you gave a lot of yourself to be in that work environment and they just threw that away like a bunch of poopheaded jerks. I hear you on the dark humor that was required. I am guessing that most people cannot handle that. You have seen some abuses of humans and animals. You were the only one among MANY who spoke about reason when the "mandates" came down. You must be a well balanced individual. I am sure you did see some pretty dark stuff. May you have lighter days. May we all. And may you also find more people in your corner.
Perfect. Touched my soul. Yup.
I love your description. "I am a dog groomer so that I can be an artist". :) Thank you for telling me, it's nice to know that it did. Sometimes you wonder why you want to say a thing. This is reason enough for me!
Wow.
Just.
Wow.
I keep forgetting you are so many things. I went back twice to the top to check if this was really the Goddess of Gorgeous Artelligence turned poet? And can you really play a piece like that? Oh my. It was magical when it flipped between the bass and those trilling trebles. I have a disklovier (sp?) in my piano that doesn't work anymore but it was fun to see the ghost playing. I picture the tape feeding into it something like the animation.
I made my major into the Psychology of Creativity so I could be a professional dilettante, but you've out-dilettanted me!
Post a little comment on my Bhagavad Gita so I can copy my comment from your Casa Dei Portali.
I am not surprised that you have excellent taste in music :) Haha. I went back and left a comment on your post. My problem has been that I watch your videos from my email. When I click on them, it takes me to youtube. Usually, I go back to substack to comment and find that there is a lot more to your post. They are extremely comprehensive. I will start going directly to your substack to watch and solve that problem. They psychology of creativity was a major? Dang, I should have focused on that one. I was always interested in both psychology AND creativity. And yes, I can play that :) I will, rather. Haha. I have never thought of myself as a delittant. You may carry the title. Haha. I am too rough around the edges to think of myself that way. :)
I am thrilled that you're watching my videos so do it in ANY way that's easiest for you. I just wanted a place to praise you in the comments ;-)
As an undergrad in Philly, they let me make up my own major. I think I'd changed it three times already. So I did it as a double major. But it happened that the person who created the field of the Psychology OF Creativity was an alum of my little Catholic college. So when I was nominated for a Danforth, I said the only school I'd apply to was his. I didn't get the Danforth but I got in with out-of-state tuition waived. That's what brought me to Santa Cruz on a plane, Greyhound and taxi to sleep on some hippy household's floor until I found a place. I'd never been west of Ohio or heard of Santa Cruz but I thought, it's close to San Jose and there's that song about it, so that must be a nice place. Little did I know!
Wow ! I am glad I asked. Unfortunately, I went to college with a music scholarship and got kicked out my second week of school for smoking weed in my dorm room. DUH:) You got me there. I had a rough beginning as a young person. I did wind up going to college for graphic design online later, but that was a joke. I could have just had a subscription to (I forgot the name of that website at the moment) for $20 a month and I would have learned more.
👍🌲🌞🌕💃🧚♀️!
He (She) who feels it knows it lord! And what else matters? I'm a big fan of "pre-literate" cultures and those whose languages were responses to nature and not just city state mind warps. But whatever! That's just me. Interestingly spelling comes from the act of casting a spell. We do cast spells with words, no? Also interesting to note that magic wands of way back were made of Holly-wood, who now casts so many spells? The mind is overrated and very dangerous without a good and solid heart. The heart is merely vulnerable without a mind. It would be nice to see a balance of the two in the world. For now we are being pressed to go full mental. I will never submit nor consent to that. I love to feel. I love the sensual of the world in all of it's glorious forms. I love this piece. Thanks for sharing your words!! I feel like I do understand... And ya! We all have those inexplicables thank god... Cheers.
The inexplicable in me recognize the inexthplicableths in you. *bow. Seriously though, thank you for being a complex creature.
I spelled that right.
back at ya. i love exploring this crazy glorious realm and finding out what the other me's think about it! lol. it's like we just land here and then shit starts happening. it's fun to relate with others and what they think and feel about it all, ya know? seems pretty simple. we're only here just a while... inexplicableths is an amazing word! haha.
Thank you, @Paul Wittenberger , for restacking. And thank you to two others too, that I did not thank previously (@The Rewind and @Kat Mack )I had a hard time figuring out how to respond when people restack. Forgive my ineptitude. I hope this comment lands in the right place. (I am still a “noob” on substack.) :) I am always interested to know that this particular thing resonates with other people. Some things we feel so strongly and we never discuss because it’s impossible. It’s good to know you are not alone in that! Even though it’s sloppily done, I wanted to thank you all. Thank you, Paul. I will learn how to better navigate responding to restacks.
I learned to feel while saving all suffering animals I encountered. Or trying to…
I taught myself to ride a unicycle really really well. That opened a vast realm of doors.
I learned by accident that I could connect energetically with an audience even though I had to be within quick reach of a bathroom before every single performance.
I was that college student who tried to have a one-on-one conversations with every professor, much to his/her eventual chagrin. I did my best to engage other students but they were almost all checked out zombies.
I dropped out of pre-med after three years and went to Clown College. Unicycling and performance skills got me hired and I lived on the dingy roach-infested circus train for three months until I realized just how not funny elephant trainers whacking elephants on their knees with a bullstick is. And how not funny caged Tigers are.
I resigned. I moved out of the circus train, and rode my motorcycle for thousands of miles. This was a very good thing to do.
I studied and performed classical theater for over a decade until I realized that very few audiences were worthy of my sacrifices.
Intermittently, along the way I took post graduate level classes in Despair. These were initiations into greater capacity for compassion both for myself and others.
I worked as a job coach for adults with intellectual and developmental disabilities for 15 years. Covid insanity shut that door hard.
I spent two years and well over 2000 hours studying the multitude of psychological, sociological, economic, scientific etc. aspects of the global psychological and physical assault. I became disgusted with humanity.
At the bottom of that shit pile I was required to let go. Required to understand that no amount of research and logical presentation could change the mind of a single person captured by the fear narrative. Nothing left to do but love them as best I could anyway.
This is an ongoing process. At best I will embody unconditional love incompletely. So I’m just another human doing the best I can, finding other humans doing the best they can.
And that is most of us.
Wow. To be a saver of animals and then move on to such a negative experience seeing how they treat animals in a circus, must have been really rough. That makes me sad. I love animals too. I don't like seeing them captive and I definitely don't like seeing them abused like that. Did you like working with the intellectual and developmentally disabled? I know a couple that are some of my favorite people. I am sorry that door was slammed shut. Loving people the best we can is the best we can do, it is true. You have a really interesting history. Thank you for sharing that.
Working in the IDD world was both wonderful and exhausting. The wonderful part prevailed, that’s why I did it for so long.
Our program participants were above all socially…challenged, shall we say. Many were also bowel-ly challenged. Oh well, I have managed more than little of my own metaphoric and real-world shit, so it was hardly a deal breaker.
Many also had incomplete or nonexistent behavioral filters. This could be inconvenient, exasperating, and often funny as fuck. In order to work in any of the helping professions you had better have a dark sense of humor. Lots of well-intentioned people try, but they hit the wall upon realizing their recurrent fantasies of choking the living shit out of some of them. Seriously, dark stuff. We [who stay for long] learn the difference between feeling homicidal and actually being homicidal.
When mask and injection mandates came down I was the only one I knew (in a sizable company of so-called advocates) who challenged-excoriated the executive level and board of directors. ~You mean to tell me you are going to mandate an experimental medical procedure with no long-term safety data? You’re shitting me, right?~
I gave them dozens of references: universal ethics, Nuremberg codes, the impossibility of informed consent (especially for our population)…all of the best information I could find, only to be told:
“Duly noted.”
That which is dependent upon federal and state funding bows down regardless of ethical considerations. Where have we seen this play out before in history…?
It all turned out well in the end. Now I am deep into apocalyptic ecstasy. Jokes allowed, even encouraged, but my reality of inner and Other connectedness has taken quantum leaps at least in part due to the cultivation of bliss I’ve only relatively recently known was possible.
When openly challenging taboos it is vital that the payoff exceed the blowback. 😉
Well, I am glad you are cultivating bliss. To heck with it. It sounds like you gave a lot of yourself to be in that work environment and they just threw that away like a bunch of poopheaded jerks. I hear you on the dark humor that was required. I am guessing that most people cannot handle that. You have seen some abuses of humans and animals. You were the only one among MANY who spoke about reason when the "mandates" came down. You must be a well balanced individual. I am sure you did see some pretty dark stuff. May you have lighter days. May we all. And may you also find more people in your corner.