I want to translate thought into action. I want to think fluid, like language, and command clearly and efficiently; not chopped, not broken, not fragmented.

I think I see one way how. It is technical, it is difficult to imagine sometimes. It is a toolkit.

An expanding array of patterns. A way of thinking, or perhaps remembering thought as a command and creating shortcuts. Tools designed to perform specific tasks.

Shortcuts in logic, shortcuts in thinking to make purpose driven commands without user attention to minutia. Long, sinewy threads of thought; stacks of logic, user built.

Begin with purpose, what am I doing?

• Expand
  • Easily, in decisive strokes. Push a button and go forward.
  • Exponentially, effecting all relations.
• Review
  • Measurements and rules.
  • Periods and checks.
  • Markers and tasks.
• Update
  • Validation
  • Single item pin-points, and simple calculations.
• Negotiate
  • Values assessed in currency and trade.
  • Rates of trade, trade for currency.
  • Statements, charts, comparisons, to make decisions and evaluate trends

A crystal expands in an interesting pattern. That’s how my brain feels sometimes. Fragmented, glued together by grand illusion only waiting for a bump to shatter completely.

Modern Abstract Watercolor by Mac Jamison Key West

Melody by Helen Malcolm

Axiom of Evil by Jeff Jagunich

I like to sit in, though currently I don’t have time to commit to any classes. I do wish I could be working more with clay though.

I like to paint with my woman. She gets frustrated quickly but she has some great starts. I don’t often start well, but I love to develop a concept to fruition… or destruction.

Work is a bitch. It’s tough to re-invent a style and learn a new language. It’s like breaking a collar bone, selling a dirt-bike, and pumping iron after months of dis-use. Actually, Python is rather easy. It’s an old friend I somehow forgot to meet.

I’ve never broken any bones in my life before. I’m thankful for that. I’m thankful my life is rich with experience. Someday, I’ll be content as a starving artist, but for now I struggle with divided time and energy. I won’t be poor all my life.

Is it better for every fiber of your being to be pulled taught like a piano string, or to have your consciousness drown in a sea of concentration? I’ve experienced both in my life and can’t figure out which I prefer.

When at the height of my fitness level the bottoms of my feet develop steel cables and my bones become tender. I feel strong, virile at all times. I awake well refreshed, focused, driven. Power seems to surround me, pick me up, and move my body at my own whim; yet small muscles are prone to cramp like a vice in the span of months. I wonder if the trick to it is to study the effect of seasons on the human body.

If I had only one wish, I’d wish for three wishes. Peace in heart, mind and body. Love in spirit, truth and abundance… And infinite wishes.

She knew in her 2nd trimester that her fetus had Downs and choose to keep it anyway. Her body, her choice. But as typical with the Pro-Life crowd..they are all about birthing but once they are born ..Oh What to do? What to do?? Oh wait.. I can run for VP and escape my Maternal responsibilities for the next 4 months. and maybe 4 years …

So much for her being in with the “family values”…

and I still cannot understand those Pro-”LIFERS” that are also Pro-Death penalty. Once again..its all about giving birth but nothing about what happens after that cord is cut. If you are PRO-LIFE ..doesn’t that mean Cradle to grave???

FYI, she’s a fellow web-guru, runs her own internet business called OMGoddess.

My soon to be new home seems promising, a happier place and a growth step. I purposefully chose who I’m to live with. This time I want more control over how I live at home, more decisions to make and more responsibility.

I want to feel equal with another human being. Hopefully I won’t become a tyrant.

I’ll get a kitten, during the day I’ll be home alone and the kitchen will be mine.

Little pleasures will abound.

I enjoy basking in warmth.

Always remember friendship. It’s the thing you long for most when facing dark places.

Any person who lies awake at night worrying about the private pleasures of other consenting adults has more than just too much time on his hands; he has some unjustifiable beliefs about the nature of right and wrong.

I think I may need to place greater emphasis on this quote, it illustrates one my biggest problems with society.

This section may soon be expunged of all of my photography and become strictly a journal, except when I make a long written entry attached to a photo. By doing this I can add my photographs to my site easier and you can more easily explore all my pieces.

The photos in the new photography section are organized in two ways: from the initial load on the front page, they’re all connected in order by date through the arrows which appear as you hover over an image. There’s an archives section which will display all the images as click-able smaller versions. Within this archives section I’ve added “tags” - word/phrase based groupings - such as black-and-white and color. Tags can be clicked to view images which fit only within that word/phrase based group. Here are a few favorites of mine, both new and old, now featured in the art photography section:

You can also leave comments on a photo as well. Right now, the page is designed to hide the comments panel unless you click on the tiny “Details” link just below a full size image; when clicked, the panel expands below the image. Within that panel is my image title and a brief description and a space where you can leave comments.

Although this unqualified assertion may be true, it is entirely irrelevant. It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the spectre of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam. The fact is that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history.

It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars worldwide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honour kill. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. The hard quantifiable fact is that the “peaceful majority”, the “silent majority”, is cowed and extraneous.

Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people. The peaceful majority were irrelevant. China’s huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.

The average Japanese individual prior to World War II was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians; most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet.

And, who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were “peace loving”?

History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt, yet for all our powers of reason we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points: Peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence.

Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don’t speak up , because like my friend from Germany, they will awaken one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.

Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghanis, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late.

As for us who watch it all unfold; we must pay attention to the only group that counts; the fanatics who threaten our way of life.

Lastly, at the risk of offending, anyone who doubts that the issue is serious and just deletes this email without sending it on, is contributing to the passiveness that allows the problems to expand. So, extend yourself a bit and send this on and on and on! Let us hope that thousands, world wide, read this - think about it - and send it on.

My grandmother sent this to me in an email. I imagine it’s been spread around pretty good already, and surely creative license was used to make the argument seem more compelling - the whole “German friend” story-time appeal is unnecessary - but the argument is worth attention. Reminds me of a book I’m borrowing from a friend.

Dear Mr. Trying to be Friendly,

I’m so glad you’re sorry. I’m sorry too. Maybe if I had said things in a more pleasant way I would have convinced you just how important it was to me that you help me to help you.

I’m really trying to help you be a nicer person, and sometimes it’s hard for me, but look at you; you’re already so much more friendly then you used to be.

You’re really learning what it means to be friendly. I’m confident you can someday become as friendly as I want. I’m willing to be more patient with you as you struggle to figure out what it means to be more friendly because I know you can.

Think positive and you will become more friendly. Thinking positive is how everyone thinks friendly.

Well, not that everyone has to think positive. Everyone has the freedom to think however they want, but no one will ever be successful in life unless they’re friendly.

Sincerely,

~ Mr. Friendly