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I was listening to Fresh Air today on the way to an artists’ brainstorming session.

Terri Gross was interviewing Andre Agassi, who I guess wore a Toupee for a while (see flattering image on the left). His reasons were perfectly human: vanity, fear of aging, etc… but of course the toupee, and the fear of its discovery, grew to over-shadow the other fears.

I was pondering something hours later, and realized that it was also a self-digging pit… an Agassi’s Toupee.

How great to have that ridiculous image to help me recognize unhealthy practices.

Just say: “Don’t wear Agassi’s Toupee!”

Somewhere around 18 minutes of my meditation this afternoon I almost passed out backwards. I opened my eyes from the shock and saw the cat:

I thought, “May I be more like you.” And went back to meditation. When the bell sounded, he was still there, so I snapped a picture.

I had a major, knock down epiphany about myself today. I swear.

I was talking with my Mom about Buddhism* and my meditations and this blog/project. And I think I may have come to some insight that moments of present living can only be attained in completely non-productive activities, which looks really obvious on my screen right now, but at the time it hit me like a ton of brinks, or a ton of monks, or whatever.

That means that I’m actually wasting time when I’m being productive, and vise versa. (Que twilight zone music) Obviously there’s some balance trick to this, but for now it’s time to hang out with a friend and watch The Wire.

* By the way, I’m so not a Buddhist, but I do subscribe to almost everything about it’s practices.

Went to the gym, meditated, and pondered yesterday.

1 week smoke free!
According to an online quit-counter, I have saved $20, not smoked about 70 ciggarettes, and have added (no clue how they figure this out, and it seems inflated to me) about 7 years to my life. I actually have almost no interest in prolonging my life, I just don’t want the end part to be all nasty.
My plan is, once I get old, I will dress up like a boxer, go to Africa, and fight some lions, if there are any left by then.

Meditated, and got a bunch of work done, then went out dancing with friends.
Sometimes it is best to not worry about whether or not the DJ is any good or if the songs are awful and just embrace the “boom – chack” of it.
Whiskey is very helpful in this.

Meditated, went to the gym, got into my favorite outfit and put on some kung fu while preparing some mirrors for an art project.

hell yes!
I feel like a million bucks, if a million bucks feels completely neurotic, stiff, and cranked up.
Also I went to the gym, meditated, and had an awesome burrito.
i am apparently a fucking hippy.

I got a copy of Nicolas Collins’ Handmade Electronic Music!

A long time ago, I taught myself electronics, and even built a tube amp and lots of weird little tone generators, but I haven’t done anything in years, so I’m really excited about building some contact mics and other weird stuff. Also the tone of the book rules, and it comes with a great CD demonstrating the sounds of things you can make.

Also, started learning how to meditate (5 minutes)