AUMing Botanist of extreme neatoness

Volcano music

2006-08-11T09:55:00.000-07:00

Evidently those clever scientists are using music to predict when a volcano will erupt. Check out the link. It even has a 'volcano song' on it. Pretty cool stuff. Makes one wonder if music exists in everything. I, for one, believe it does.

Link courtesy of Coast to Coast AM

Volcano Music

Retreat Mind Playlist

2006-07-29T10:20:00.000-07:00

Away on my 10 days of silence, sitting alone in a room,
deep concentration.
Some people wrestle with manic rivers of thought, too preoccupied
with attainment or the coming meal.
A musical disposition appears in front of me,
as both blessing and tormentor. Damming up the river is
easy.
A random song appearing from nowhere
is not.
On my meditation retreat, there was, on average, one random song a day that would appear in my mind during the quietness of deep concentration or during a 2hour walking meditation session. Here is a sample, by day, of songs that plagued my calm state threatening to unleash a hurricane of thoughts disturbing my illusory perception of 'silence'.
Day Uno(1) - Deacon Blues - Steely Dan
Day Dos(2) - Head over Heels - Tears for Fears
Day Tres(3) - Peg - Steely Dan
Day Quatro(4) - I want to know what love is - Foreigner
And on a long ass walking meditation Day cinco, much to my dismay, the Linkin Park song "in the end" popped into my head as I was walking up one of the many mountains. After those days I was able to keep it pretty quiet thankfully. The entire ordeal reminded me of one Zen retreat I was sitting where I had the song 'Maneater' by good ol' Hall and Oates on repeat in my head. So everytime I would ask myself a koan I would be answered with 'She's a Maneater!'.

Read the minds of bloggers around the world.

2006-06-11T11:33:00.000-07:00

This site is crazy. It is a sort of search engine that allows the user to search blogs worldwide based upon a feeling. The lay out is pretty nifty as well. If you click on the 'murmur' section it continously lists different sentences from various blogs based upon whatever feeling you want. It is like having access to some sort of 'universal mind' allowing the user to read the thoughts of millions of people.

We Feel Fine

NOTE: thanks to Beesucker at Authentic Personality for the link.

Sleep Inn Play by Play

2006-06-10T11:53:00.000-07:00

While working at my lackluster hotel job, there are many colorful characters whom I come into contact with. Not so surprisingly when people complain about this or that, whether it be about ants in the room or people making noise in the hall, they will blatantly ask for some sort of compensation for their inconvenience. Usually they just bitch, leave through the front door, and that is it. An elderly couple added a new dimension to the term complaint. I have never been handed a play by play rundown of a stay at this hotel until about a month ago. These two delightful individuals were staying at my hotel to attend the Mayo Hospital, which is located about 2 miles away. The first run in was with a tall, fat old guy who was drunk on his own anger and irrational. There was absolutely no pleasing these people. They had some sort of exotic bird in the room (yes our hotel allows pets). It seems that this bird was quite fragile because there were strict things that had to be done to keep it happy. Stuff like keeping the room at a certain temperature and keeping EVERYTHING on in the room so it would not get upset and afraid. It seemed like no matter what anybody would do, we just could not do it right.

I counted down each day waiting for the day that they would thankfully be gone. The only problem was that they continuously extended their stay night after night. Finally that day came that they would be checking out. I was contacted via telephone by a lady whom claimed to be this ancient couple's daughter in law. She was absolutely pissed that there was no manager to bitch at about the little bird. I apologized and fowarded her call to my manager's voice mail system. THEN no longer than thirty minutes later she showed up in the flesh at the front desk. She began yelling at me, saying that she was completely unsatisfied with what had transpired these past several nights and how it was unsatisfactory that there was no manager on board. I told her I could help her as much as I could, which wasn't much. I stood there listening, arms folded. She accused me on not wanting to help her because she could 'read my body language which said that I didn't want to help her'. I responded with a ' I am just listening to you, that is all.' Oddly enough she was accompanied by the lovely fat, old guy whom had bitched several days before. He never said one word. She then handed me a note and demanded I read it. SO I did. It is priceless. I had to make a copy of it. It is a sort of journal of complaints about the past days. Here it is in all of its glory, transcribed ver batum from the note(except for my little comments)

-Tues May 2, 2006

Check in was to be 1 room 2 Queen beds (note: we don't have queen beds so I paused immediately and said there are no rooms here that have this, so I don't know where they got this idea from) but was 1 room 2 double beds. Date was wrong also key cards didn't work(note: which happens when a cell phone or anything else touches them).

-Wednesday May 3, 2006

Had to be at hospital early and did not have breakfast. Returned late to a room with the air off, the TV off and the lights off. We have to leave air, lights and TV or radio on for our bird. Complained at desk. Also key cards did not work.

-Thursday May 4, 2006

Went to breakfast no eggs available and oj out. Waited 30 minutes and still no eggs after telling girl who was stocking breakfast. Room was okay on return, lights, TV + air on.

-Friday May 5, 2006

Breakfast coffee was so strong undrinkable(note: keep in mind that the coffee at our continental breakfast if brewed EXACTLY the same way all of the time). Apples in basket were going bad. The girl was stocking so much food in bins that the lids and doors would not shut. Went to hospital. Upon returning to the Sleep Inn, key cards did not work again. Upon entering room. Air was left on BUT lights were out and TV was off. Because air was on and lights off room was cooler than desired for our pet. We had also left notes to leave air alone and DO NOT turn off TV and lights. Complained at desk again!!!!! (note: this is the best entry in my opinion, at this point I am holding back laughter)

-Saturday May 6, 2006

Went to breakfast. No eggs again. 3 packages of oatmeal, same apples, no orange or apple juice (note: which will happen when you push the wrong button on the juice machine). Rather than continuously checking and stocking supplies, the girl over stocks or doesn't stock at all. When she restock she puts new item in front or on top and leaves old items behind. ADVISED THE Desk NOT TO ALLOW any one in room.

END NOTE.

What would you have done in my situation? I shook my head and said,"some of these things are beyond our control. We do not know what the 'ideal' temperature for a bird is....Come on some of this is ridiculous."

And so passes another day in the exciting world of the hospitality industry. She ended up getting, I think one or two free nights...all because of a little bird and its loneliness. One curious thing to note is that while this lady was describing this bird, she made sure to mention the price that the bird was purchased for in hopes that I would then understand her plight. So my question is: If a bird is worth 3000 dollars or is free, does its price make its life more or less 'special'.....?

The Blood Rain is Back

2006-05-30T07:37:00.000-07:00

A sign of the times?

Blood Rain

A 70 Year Mineral Addiction

2006-05-17T12:42:00.000-07:00

Don't have enough money to feed yourself? Try this:

Massive mineral consumption

A possible solution to feed the world's hungry: Tell them to eat a moutain.

Vocal Nausea

2006-05-14T11:32:00.000-07:00

It can be said that Hell is a state of mind. In this case, hell is infringing upon mine. I stand amongst the hospital patients consuming their continental breakfasts, spying a tearful farewell. A terminal patient slated for surgery at the Hospital getting his head hugged and stroked in a consoling fashion; this may be his last week as a resident of earth.
All I can hear, in addition to the overly dramatic repetitive mexican soap opera music blaring from the lobby tv mixed with Elton John favorite 'Candle in the wind', is blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Seems an overly ambitious, albeit nice, employee has been infected with language nausea. As a result, my ears bleed from a constant sonic onslaught testing my patience and mood. I cease to hear instead listening to the tone and basic sound that is being uttered. I hear not the words sputtering forth, only reacting to the tone of voice answering with the stock responses of 'uh huh', 'sweet', and 'wow'. Inserting a little laughter as a reaction to theirs if necessary and they will continue seemingly unaware. The question is do these people, stricken with the debilitating disease of motor mouth nausea, realize that they are not being listened to? This leads me to conclude that they talk as much as they do as a probable reaction to not being listened to in the first place, probably for the majority of their life.

Enter conspiracy mind: I think that this person is an alien. Why? A strong attatchment to Star Trek. I think that this alien is here observing and studying me along with the rest of the human race. This is the reason for the constant chatter as well as odd looks and awkward demeanor. The spewing of words is a way to constantly measure the reactions that humans have to the perpetual word train testing such things as body temperature, voice timbre, and facial reactions. Exit conspiracy mind

Thank you conspiracy mind for always providing such entertaining ideas about things.

Hotel hint #543
When residing at hotel, Scout the room for bugs, such as a centipede that was found in one of the rooms here. Any spotting of bugs should be brought immediately to the attention of the staff. A free room will more than likely be awarded to the lucky tenant (see hint # 152).

Hotel hint # 152
When checking into a room at a hotel, seek out the knowledge of whether or not the hotel has any sort of 100% satisfaction guarantee. This can lead to all sort of free or discounted things.

Hotel hint # 1
Contrary to popular belief, hotel room rates are somewhat negotiable. The original price quoted usually can come down anywhere from 5-20%.

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."

"Uh, huh."

Even you can build a Pyramid.

2006-05-09T11:00:00.000-07:00

Here is an interesting site that I stumbled upon authored by some guy who claims to have figured out the way the Egyptians built the pyramids. Nothing magical here, just basic physics. Make sure to take a look at the little Flash video things. Pretty impressive and quite interesting. Beesucker and I both searched for some sort of other site commenting on this guy's 'discoveries' but we could find nothing. Take a look.

How to build a pyramid

Video Game Workout

2006-04-16T08:00:00.000-07:00

This is quite encouraging...

Video Gaming has similar effects as exercise.

DisEasemongering

2006-04-11T10:32:00.000-07:00

My distrust in the pharmaceutical companies increases. Working together to convert us all into a nation of junkies. How crazy we shall become when the shit hits the fan and the majority of Americans will not be able to get their prescribed drugs. Maybe that's where the zombie scourge will begin :)....

DisEasemongering

Gig Karma

2006-04-08T08:18:00.000-07:00

The voyeuristic blogging continues!

An odd pattern has surfaced over the past four months pertaining to Antedote and performances the band has take part in. Including last night (4/7), the band now have been shut off in the middle of a song in the middle of the set THREE times! How strange that Karma bears its fruits in this way.

We were given the opportunity to perform downtown along with DJ Radar. The show went off without a hitch, there was actually a soundcheck so all of the levels were adjusted to make sure that they sounded good. The start time was even close to the planned time only being delayed for about a half and hour. Things were looking up. The band kicked off to a pretty enthusiastic crowd burning through the majority of its set at a frantic pace. Juggling several different things at once during the majority of the set sometimes causes me to get into this zone of focus where I will just watch somebody for awhile. This night I had the pleasure of watching somebody get EXTREMELY angry at one of the MC's, even throwing a napkin(to no avail) at him. His drunken face flushed and red with emotional belligerence, I later spied him making out with a fat blonde girl in the back parking lot even going to the extent of receiving a little oral stimulation out in the open leading to full on 'bend her over and plow her' in the middle of the parking lot. No coverage, nothing to hide his hideous exploit. The humorous thing was that this guy was snapping pictures of this girl while she was attatched to him at the crotch. (If you haven't realized, this guy attempts to be a 'professional photographer') Then the seemingly inevitable thing occurred. During the Wonka song, suddenly the PA went out. And in like fashion to the previous shows the bass, guitar, and drums still were on, so once again there was a drum n bass improv session in hopes that the PA would be repaired so the set could be finished since there was only one remaining song. Unlike the past two shows where we were shut off with little or no explanation, the PA simply blew a fuse. BUT it was already to late so our spot in the show was over. What a way to end a set: a blatant dropped signal during mid 'rap'.

So this is the third time our set has been ended prematurely. Observing this karma is quite interesting. Having to wake up after only four hours of sleep is also interesting karma. The combo takes the cake. Because lists are kind of nifty here is a list of us being cut off and why:

1. City of Phoenix, South Mt. Park: after being warned not to use suggestive language and revamping some of the lyrics to fit the gig, we were shut off after the incompetent city of phoenix sanctioned delusional sound man 'heard' us using swear words during a song. We did not even know we were using em. Huh. But thank you dear tax payers, we were still paid despite his aural hallucinations. It was funny to witness him hiding from us after he did that. We made it through many songs, we got cut off during a song with five more to go.

2. Venue of Scottsdale with Lucky D : Follow the link so you get the story. I still am not entirely sure why we were shut off, there really was never anything more said about it, nor was our money returned. We made it through 2 songs. We were rudely cut off during the middle of our third song, no explanation given.

3. Coach and Willie's with DJ Radar: Technical problems. Fuse blows in PA. We almost made it through. Cut off during the second to last song.

Hopefully the karma for this matter has burned itself up.

"Enlightenment for the wave is the moment the wave realizes it is water" -Thich Naht Hahn

The Origins of the Musical Scale in western music

2006-03-19T07:31:00.000-08:00

Here is a link I found explaining how the musical scale came to be a la the Greeks and Sumerians back in the day. It mentions all kinds of ratios and stuff which I figured you analytical minds out there would appreciate. Personally I prefer to go by my aural perception.

The origins of the Scale in western music

Note the end where it states that the current tonal system used by western music is actually out of tune at places to compensate for playing in different keys (as opposed to eastern music that is modal instead). This 'out of tuneness' drives my ear crazy at times!

ANOTHER Middle Finger Salute

2006-03-18T08:17:00.000-08:00

To further demonstrate the dismal state of the local music scene I bring you last night's synopsis. First of all it was good that nobody I knew went. I am not sure what the awesome promoter of this show was thinking or what drugs he was on but $15 ticket prices for a local show is a little outrageous. Here is the deal:

First of all we were scheduled to originally play at 9:30pm which would have been nice though there wouldn't have been many people. I am sitting at work right at this moment after a nice three hour nap last night, if we would have played at 9:30 I would have gotten some more of my beauty sleep. BUT they bumped us to 11:30, shitty for my sleeping habits but good for our exposure to the crowd. Everything would have been fine and dandy until the guy before us decided to play two sets IN A ROW. He plays probably 7-8 songs, then gets off stage. We think 'sweet we can get this shit over with'. BUT NO....some old guy in a plastic green hat decides that he gets to sing an operatic song complete with backing acoustic guitar track. Probably some sort of Irish thing I think, but at least we will get to play after his one song. Too good to be true. The rapper guy before us again gets on stage and plays, get this, SIX MORE SONGS! Ridiculous. My patience growing very very very thin, I retreat into introvert mode remaining silent for the majority of the remainder of the night. So that time comes when we finally get the go ahead to set up which is at 12:30am, leaving us ready to play at 12:45am. We begin. First two songs are hype, as they say in the ghetto back alleys of Maryvale. We are in the middle of our third song when suddenly the lights on the stage go off and the PA turns off. Though the PA was off, my bass was still powered so the drummer and I busted into a drum n bass spasmodic improv piece worthy of any avant garde music experiment complete with hyperspeed notes on my bass and manic drumming.
I am instantly returned to one gig we did at a park in south phoenix where the sound guy turned us off suddenly because we were using silent curse words that even we did not know about. Still trying to figure out how he got that subsonic hearing.
But I digress, short story long, we got through two and a half songs which we started over an hour late because of the "awesome krunk demigod's" overly long and drawn out set and then got shut off. Rumor has it somebody was smoking the green Irish weed somewhere in the vicinity fo the venue(which happened to be the VENUE OF SCOTTSDALE, A side note: I smelt the green odor throughout the night in the back parking lot, curious they only shut it down later into the night ) and they decided to shut down the show, not only screwing us but also the remaining two acts that didn't even get to play. So my middle finger salute to John Durham and all of his cronies at the Venue of scottsdale, your promotional skills are as legendary as they were when you jacked us for cash back in my days with Seventh Gear, which was seven long years ago. Some thing never change. Once a shiester always a shiester.

Blood Rain Update

2006-03-07T08:40:00.000-08:00

Here is another article about the blood rain in India that I found today:

Alien Rain

Signs of the Times.

2006-03-07T06:40:00.000-08:00

Throughout my youth I attended numberless 'fireside meetings' as a result of my membership with the Mormon church. In particular, I enjoyed the many teachings on the Signs of the Times, in other words, the signs the will pre empty the supposed return of the messiah. There are many events that will supposedly come to pass during the end days, some of which are mentioned in the book of revelations. These signs include, but are not limited to, wars and rumors of wars, plague, pestilence, famine, and a general 'wickedness among men'. I remember one meeting in particular. One sign they mentioned was the 'raining down of blood' which I believe is also mentioned in the book or Revelations. One day while I was sleuthing through the internet ethers, I came upon an article that actually spoke of this raining down of blood. Kind of weird. Here is the article:

http://www.tmcnet.com/usubmit/2006/03/03/1427866.htm

So I read through it thinking it was a quasi crock of shite. But then I spyed a cover of the magazine "New Science"(I think) and guess what the cover article was..... Red rain is falling down. The paranoid portion of my brain and his favorite friend, conspiracy mind, then started to recall the other 'signs' mentioned. On particular sign was that in the year before the return, there would be no rainbows seen, probably due to a lack of rain. How long has it not rained in Phoenix?

Oddly enough I heard this talk at the house of a nice gentleman who later on ended up murdering his wife while he was sleep walking as his two children slept soundly in their upstairs bedrooms. It was nice eating the cotton candy that we all made together in his backyard, the same backyard where he repeatedly stabbed and then drowned his wife a few years later. Oh the irony . . . . .

Zen and the Art of Parenting

2006-01-11T13:15:00.000-08:00

Here is an interesting blog entry that I randomly found. Though I do not have any kids, I found the parallels between ZEN and parenting to be strangely similar.

Zen and the Art of Kids

New Year's Creation

2006-01-02T07:05:00.000-08:00

Somewhere between the first drink and my exploits on the carpet in a cold sweat due to a volatile mixture of smoke and liquor, a brainstorming session occurred about a product that is to be the 'companion' to the PUBAstash. But this would not be another cutting edge, futuristic product like the PUBAstash, but yet a website marketing idea akin to the billion dollar pay website industry. For the man who has everything, including a pubastash, there will exist a companion website designed to appeal to men(or women) who have an elbow fetish. This innovative fetish site will feature the extremely tantalizing: VELBOW! I am sure that you can figure out the combination, but hopefully some 'test shoot' pics will become available before the site launch to coincide with the PUBAstash marketing blitz. A great slogan is needed although, any ideas?

Speaking of PUBAstash, a theme song will be needed as well so, I am not the best with lyrics by myself but if anyone has any lyric ideas let me know and we can collaborate.

By the way, a big thank you for everyone who spent their new years with me even though I was on the floor for most of it! A big thanks to SNACKRABBIT for the hospitality as well as SnackRabbet for the excellent culinary treats!

Genetic Mutation turns people into plants.

2005-12-21T08:06:00.000-08:00

An odd link I found from the Coast to Coast AM website, the website of Art Bell's infamous show. I suppose that over in Russia due to the plethora of nuclear testing and meltdowns, there have been some strange mutations including one lady who began growing spines a la a cactus. Take a look.

Human Plant Mutation

Contact Point Fascism

2005-12-20T08:29:00.000-08:00

In light of recent allegations that the presidency performed wire tapping covertly on various domestic persons, which did not really surprise anyways, this wire tapping is not limited to the presidency or even the government for that matter.

At my place of employment there exists a program called contact point. If one were to look at the wall jacks for the phone line, they would view a small, square box at which the line was plugged into. Scrawled upon this box there reads the letters "Contact Point". Due to corporate standards and homogenization, the company that owns this hotel instituted the above mentioned program to ensure 'guest satisfaction' and consistency. Basically, ALL phone calls are recorded. That's right ALL. Any call to make the latest drug deal. Any call to the significant. ANY CALL. Seems like some sort of privacy invasion. Evidently there is a telephone overlord or overlords that listen to every single call to make sure that the contact point standards are being met. If this was not bad enough, they then pick a call or calls and call the employee who participated in the call to 'coach' them on their skills, as well as, give them a graded score. So, if the line "I can help you with that" is not used or if the person spouts out a variation like "Let me check for you" or "let's see what we can do for you," they are marked off. The worst part is that if the scores are not met then that person will be fired. So, theoretically a person could have the best customer service in the world and be a 'superior' employee and still be fired if he did not follow the contact point approved script.

So before the fingers go pointing at Bushola and company, there must be eyes on the true government of America: THE CORPORATIONS!!!

Sorry. Had to play the political activist part for a second.

Man Survives Heart Attack becomes ingenious inventor.

2005-12-20T07:37:00.000-08:00

Working the front desk, I come into contact with many interesting individuals on a daily basis. Due to the close proximity of this hotel to the Mayo Hospital, as well as, a discounted "Mayo" rate, several patients stay here. As a result I get to hear all about their latest kidney transplant or vasectomy operation. Much of the time they are older and since there is no onsite restaurant or movie theatre a lot the time their entertainment comes in the way of hanging out at the front desk and jabbering with whatever lucky individual is on the other side of the desk.

Case in point, I was approached by a tall, white haired, older gentleman who had been staying here at the hotel for probably three weeks. On many an occasion he had exhausted the aural cavities of the other "Front Desk agents" and on this day of days I was lucky enough to be on the receiving end. Do not get the wrong impression, this man was no senile old fart. He began by criticizing the current presidency giving such key phrases as ," that idiot don't know his ass from his (head?)," and went on to make various comments about the border being wide open. I simply nodded in affirmation. This naturally led to a commentary about the Twin Towers being taken down by controlled explosives instead of the two gigantic jet liners that crashed into them. "That's bordering on conspiracy theory. If that happened who was responsible?" to which he replied a simple 'I don't know'. Then, of course, he launched into detailed descriptions of the various weaponry that he is current owner of at his residence including but not limited to, a TEC-9 fully auto with laser scope and a full auto uzi. As if he was reading a script he launched into a story about his days with the NSA and his house's close proximity to the Canadian border. During this entire experience I was overwhelmed at times by a mysterious stench emanating from this man. It was a sort of mix between some sort of cologne and dare I say it, poo. Have you ever been speaking with someone and smelt poo? Oddly enough many of the people staying here smell like that. I cannot place it but I think I have heard in the past how this sort of reveals that they have a large amount of toxins built up in their bodies. Who knows? I digress.

After the interesting yet long winded biography, he dived into his internet aspirations of becoming an online marketer once he gets better. He was visiting the hospital because nine years prior he had a massive heart attack and as a result only 45% of his heart worked, and had been working like that for all of these years. So here he was going to the hospital to participate in a new kind of treatment where the doctor injects cloned genes into the actual heart which supposedly helps it rebuild. Kind of space age eh? Back to the marketing ideas . . .

He first begins by telling me that he has developed a silver cleaner that he can market to dollar stores. An idea sure, but something profitable? Then, he informs me that he has created an outdoor game for children that he called Bolo. I actually looked this up and it looks like somebody beat him to it. Bolo . Too bad. The last little invention was the most interesting and he told me a disclaimer before saying that I would laugh for not one day. not two days. but three days! He called this little invention a "PUBAstash". Can you guess what that is? Keep in mind this guy was probably 73 years of age +. He tells me that its for the husband who has anything, well now he can have a pubastash. Basically its a mustache made from . . .get this. . . . .the pubic hairs of his wife(or boyfriend)! He said that he patented it and got it trademarked ALREADY and that he is just waiting to get better to bring these to the market. Not sure how they would do but I have a sneaky suspicion that they may be popular in such liberal markets as San Francisco or North Hollywood. So be on the lookout for the ultimate gift for the guy who has everything this holiday season . . . . . . . . . .PUBASTASH!

Online Books.

2005-11-16T08:53:00.000-08:00

A link site to various online books with commentary. Hooray!

Buddhist Sutra Commentary Links

Quantum commentary . . . .

2005-11-14T10:25:00.000-08:00

Here is a link that gives a commentary on the Heart Sutra from the eyes of a Quantum physicist. Pretty nifty. A la Tao of Physics.

http://www.purifymind.com/WisdomQuantum.htm

A Lucid Hurricane

2005-10-25T07:50:00.000-07:00

Last night I found myself in the dream world talking to Beesucker about being lucid in a dream. We were both discussing ways to become lucid. I then walked outside and actually realized that I was lucid. I encountered some sort of demon type creatures and told them how to say clear mind to ease their pain. I noticed that it was dark outside so I tried to change the sky to daytime, but I was unsuccessful. Somehow I ended up back in my bedroom where I was floating above my bed. I began floating upward and began trying to go through the sealing. I spent sometime right at the ceiling and kept bumping my head on it. I knew that the reason I was bumping my head was because I wasn't 'lucid' enough so I focused and slowly began inching through the ceiling. I past through the attic and finally got my head through the roof. It was at this point that I woke up in 'real' life.

Falling back asleep I was in Prescott or some other northern AZ town where everybody was preparing for a hurricane. It was quite frantic and I had decided to hole up in a three story hotel on the top of a hill with a bunch of other people, people that I went to middle school with and did not know. I was also with a person who was my girlfriend but I found her unattractive. In the dream, however, I cared for her and together we made the necessary preparations which consisted of running around frantically. It was two hours until the hurricane was to hit and I had to go and get something from another area. I announced to everyone that I had to go and get some supplies and would be back in an hour, hugged my girlfriend and left. Then I was in a small propeller plane flying into phoenix as the hurricane was rolling in. The turbulence began and then the entire plane began nose diving towards the ground. My mother was sitting next to me and she grabbed my arm and we both gasped. Then I woke up two minutes before my alarm was to go off.

LUCID DREAM

A Parking Meter Salute!

2005-10-23T08:48:00.000-07:00

Last night I had the opportunity to perform at one of the 'happenin' night spots in Tempe named the Loft. A truly eclectic crowd no doubt. There is always a sort of dread that I have when having to park my 'big rig' in downtown Tempe due to the plethora of traffic and drunk frat boys. So. Pulling up to the place to unload my massive amounts of amplifiers and other noise making junk, I find that there is no place to load in. I do find, however, a spot DIRECTLY in front of the door that I have to load into which happens to be in a fire lane. I reason to myself that I can 'park' here for the five minutes needed to unload my equipment. So. I unload my equipment uneventfully. It has been not even five minutes when I return to my vehicle to zip up my keyboard case and get into my car to move it. I am greeted by none other than the fearless (use magnificent booming low voice) TEMPE Police Department Meter Maid writing a parking ticket for my truck that was parked there for not even five minutes. As I was packing up and getting ready to move my truck he was typing in his little numbers into his little meter maid electronic ticket writer. I inquire, "are you writing me a ticket?" He responds robotically, "Yes. You see these three signs? No parking." My mind races with a thousand thoughts about ways to counteract his ticket but I arrive at nothing. I sheepishly take the ticket, upon which the officer lets me know not to do it again. I glance at the ticket.....$46!! For a 5 minute load in. I feel the familiar tightness that law enforcement pulls from my gut and move my car. I pull into a spot a little ways away and happen to spy the little old meter maid driving where I was parking. I step out of my car and ask him if that was an alright place to park. It was at this time when he jumped from his metermaid mobile, unholstered his night stick, and charged me citing disorderly conduct. Not Really. He just said yes. So....a big one fingered salute to the TEMPE POLICE DEPARTMENT PARKING METER MAIDS! God Bless you and your revenue raising ways.

6x6=36

2005-10-06T11:09:00.000-07:00

Zen

Heaven and Hell.

2005-10-04T08:10:00.000-07:00

I recently found an article by zen master Wu Kwang explaining the difference between heaven and hell. I found this description to be kind of nifty. A pretty nice description of Boddhisattva action.

"At the end of a one-day retreat recently, I told the story of a man who encounters a genie, or supernatural being, who says, "I will fulfill one wish for you." The man says, "I'd like to get a view of the difference between heaven and hell." The genie says, "O.K., I'll show you." He takes him to a door and they enter a huge banquet hall. On the table is everything you might wish to eat, and if something is not there you only have to think about it to make it appear. But there's one injunction in this setting: You have to use special utensils. These utensils have a glove that fits up to the elbow, and attached to this glove is a fork that is so long that the food doesn't reach your face when you bend your elbow. All these people are sitting at the table trying to feed themselves, but they can't get the food to their mouths.
Then the genie takes this man through another door, and they find an identical setting. Again, the same utensils are being used - so long that the food never reaches the people's mouths. But in this particular room the people are seated across from each other at the table, and the person on this side of the table picks up a piece of food and extends it over to the person sitting across from him. Because the fork is extremely long, it just reaches the other person's mouth, and likewise the man or woman sitting on the other side of the table picks up a morsel of food and extends it across the table and the person opposite eats it."

Here is the link to the actual talk ---> Stepping off a hundred foot flagpole.

Tour Journal ver 1.0

2005-09-20T16:43:00.000-07:00

This past weekend was a time of travel for my band Antedote. We traveled to the distant land of San Diego to delight some 'hiphop heads' with our brand of jazzy-hiphopness. Though this should have been the highlight of the trip, it was nowhere near as exciting as the events or shall I say event that happened the night prior to the show. First a little background...
. . . . Both the percussion player(hereby known as EB magic) and the drummer(hereby known as Scurv Magic) rode out together hauling all of our gear in a U-haul trailer. Along with EB's recently acquired girlfriend, they left at 9am for an expected arrival of 2 or 3 pm at the hotel. Though the gig took place in downtown San Diego, the hotel that was booked was actually located on the border of Mexico and America. As in the last American exit. So close in fact that there was a digital sign reading 'Next exit Mexico, Be prepared to stop for inspection, no turnarounds.' Close enough that one could step outside of the hotel and see both the heavily guarded border as well as the Mexican flag flapping in the wind. This coupled with a sign advertising for a 'pizza, Chinese food, donuts' restaurant and a live Mariachi band playing in front of the Pizza Hut which also contained a check cashing place, set the appropriate tone for the night of inebriation soon to follow. The Magic crew arrived and, immediately upon receiving the rooms, began drinking. This brings us up to where I come in...
. . . . I began my travels along with my brother in the cramped backseat of a Scion Xb which was piloted by Mesi(the emcee) and the girlfriend of Mesi(hereby known as 'V') at around 7pm. After passing nervously through TWO different border checkpoints, conveniently placed inside of California, we finally arrived at the hotel after driving literally along the border of Tijuana and California around midnight. Upon arrival we were greeted by a glassy eyed EB along with his girlfriend, the brother of Mesi, and a friend of V. We were warned that Scurv Magic was acting as hall monitor and very adamant about people not smoking or drinking in his room, which turned out to be my room as well. And so our entire 'crew' was there and after a long ride, we were ready to 'let it all hang out'.
. . . . We entered the hotel to drop off our bags and survey the rooms. We were greeted in one of the hotels by none other then Scurv Magic himself who was noticeably, for lack of a better word, annihilated. This did not stop him however and he continued drinking and doing 'other' things along with the rest of us, to 'keep up', even though there was not a chance in hell that we could ever 'keep up' with him in his current state. Somewhere in his numb, drunken stupor his lower half began taking over his brain function and he announced to the room that he was going to try and 'get with' the friend of V. The following scene ensued with him following her around for the rest of the night, his pelvis seemingly guiding him around wherever she went. This proved to be quite a humorous sight since she was quite UNinterested in him. In other words, he was playing the role of 'scary drunk guy'....
. . . .Pretty normal sort of tour night right? Well it gets better. We all decided to crash out at around 4 am after being coaxed to exhaustion by the mixture of overtly loud snores of EB and EB's girlfriend whom had conveniently passed out in the bed they shared and the vacant mouth-open stare of Scurv Magic. Brother of Mesi, my brother, Scurv Magic, and me made our way to the room that we were to share for the night which happened to be next door to the room that we were just in. Here is the sleeping arrangement: I took one bed, my bro took the other, brother of Mesi took the hideaway bed, and Scurv was made to sleep on the couch cushions in between the beds. With this we uneventfully drifted off to slumber. Around 5 am I was roused from my sleep to the odd sound of liquid hitting something. I opened my eyes, unable to see through the darkness, figuring it was some strange noise the A/C was making. Allowing my eyes to adjust, I could barely make out the figure of somebody standing at the corner foot of my brother's bed. I insctinctavely exclaimed through the dead silence of the room,"YOUR NOT TAKING A PISS ARE YOU!?" The figure did not even move or make any sort of sign that it registered what I just said, so I rested my head on my hand and just sat there watching the figure, my mind racing to the possibilities that somebody had broken into our room. I then realized that this was Scurv magic who then sat at the foot of my bed and layed back down almost hitting me. Like a dead weight, I repeatedly yelled, 'get off my bed D___, get on your bed, what the fuck are you doing?, etc.' This noise woke up my brother who was in the neighboring bed, causing him to roll over in to a nice hot and steamy puddle of piss. That's right, good ol' Scurv Magic somehow woke up and relieved himself of the freshly filtered urine that filled up his bladder on the top of the comforter that my brother was sleeping under. Completely oblivious to the scolding of my brother and laughs of me, he just sat absent mindedly at the foot of my bed, drunkenly and incoherently defending himself and defending that he was 'on time to work' along with several other grunts and noises not found in the english language but shared amongst the drunks of the world. His drunkenness continued to deny that he had even stood up to pee when my brother turned on the TV to shed some light on the situation and we all found that indeed Scurv's pants WERE around his ankles. He again layed back down on my bed to which I somehow coaxed him back onto his little bed to which he immediately slipped back into a drunken unconsciousness. My brother then angrily took a shower and had to sleep in the fetal position on the very edge of the bed to avoid the spreading puddle of Magic piss....
. . . . Upon awakening to the odors of pee, Scurv Magic had no idea what had happened which meant absolutely nothing to my brother who was determined to bring retribution upon his little piss fetish friend. He would not even look at him or talk to him except for an assortment of colorful words and scolding accompanied by a hard punch to the shoulder. And at this point, the name 'Magic' was added to Scurv's name. The term 'magic' was previously reserved for the other member of the band whom had already embarrassed himself by self urination. This activity earned Scurv that honorable label as well....
. . . . Returning to the 'party room' I began to tell everyone else of the drunken peeing exploits of the early morning hours. Surprisingly, the majority of people in the group were not even surprised much less shocked. Instead there were comments made like, "oh yeah, I've peed on V", "Oh yeah, I've peed on Mesi", 'oh yeah I've peed while in bed with a boyfriend' , and 'I've peed myself before.' Out of the nine people that were staying in those hotel rooms, four of them had already performed extreme drunken self-urination or drunken unrination on their significant other. I personally have never even been close to that drunk. Does anybody else find that odd?

Urban Dead

2005-09-11T11:26:00.000-07:00

Urban Dead is a free browser-based, grid-mapped multi-player game where you play the survivor or victim of a zombie outbreak in a quarantined city center. Its a great kind of mindless 'old-school' fun.

Urban Dead

The whole dream world's a stage.

2005-09-10T11:10:00.000-07:00

Most recent dream. Standing behind a stage, behind the curtains ready to go on. Andre 3000 from OutKast is the MC for whatever even it is. He is short and extremely muscular which I noticed because he had no shirt on. He was talking to the crowd. It was some sort of concert in a concert hall a la Symphony Hall or something to that effect. There are many curtains that I stand behind and at the point where the curtains meet there are cracks through which I can view the stage. At one point he looks at me through the curtain and suddenly comes and grabs my hand. I give him a pat on the back complimenting him while he is pulling me onto stage. I step onto the stage and some people in the audience start saying my name, people that I went to high school with and the like. He pulls me onto stage and I begin acting like a ballerina, 'curtsying' and bowing and stuff. I do this for a little bit and then return to behind the curtains. Then a couple Emcees get on stage and start doing their little 'rap number'.......while I am writing this I am having extreme Deja Vu. Hmmm...

Return Of the Day Job: Episode I

2005-09-09T11:50:00.000-07:00

In my pursuit of finding a day job in the wake of recent events, I was somewhat seduced into actually considering selling life insurance to retiring baby boomers. When one is jobless, their mind usually goes into survival mind.....How am I going to eat? How am I going to pay for stuff? How am I going to spend the rest of my life? What am I going to do for retirement?....what.........and the questioning keeps on going. Hearing an insurance 'recruiter' tell me the horrors of 'unexpected' health care costs and how these poor baby boomers are not going to have enough money to pay for nursing home care, sensitively named 'Long Term Care', it is very seductive, the promise of HUGE commissions, steady work, great retirement. In his words, "This is a career not a job." Do I sell out and begin dressing in shirt and tie, participating in motivational sales meetings, and building client 'relationships'? Nope. I take a measly hourly job working a hotel front desk essentially returning me to the annals of peasanthood in hopes of achieving something greater with music. The leap of faith continues. At least I no longer have to reinforce the existence of two blond demigods and aid in their delusional hopes and aspirations. I hear the beckoning of school once again, something I probably could not do if I was working in the 'exciting' career field of insurance sales. Training begins on Monday. Clear mind, Clear mind, Clear mind. NO Mind.

A Seeming Demise

2005-09-03T12:32:00.000-07:00

It is always interesting watching the slow and utter demise of a relationship. The repeated attempts at fixing problems by both parties until one of them makes a 'realization' and stops trying, cutting off the other person almost entirely.

"I really wanted to talk to you yesterday, I tried calling a bunch, why didn't you call me?"......"I had nothing to say.".............followed by....
"Arent we going to do something tonight?"......."I don't feel like it."....."Well then what are you going to do?"......."Maybe go out with a friend"......

And so it goes. All of the feelings are expected to be cut off immediately upon hearing the words "I want to break up". What was once intimate partners, now must become strangers, almost instantly. Arguments over puppy custody....

And so it goes.

Zombies and Jetpacks (Another Dream)

2005-09-02T09:45:00.000-07:00

In this dream, first I was at a high school type place akin to Paradise Valley High School. In the world there was a zombie problem that was popping up everywhere, so things were a little sketchy. People were on edge and on the look out for the 'zombie menace'. It was a pretty mundane dream with me just walking around, and interacting with people. At times it was like I was at camp. The bathrooms were in bunkhouses that were pretty dirty. On one side of the bunkhouse there were stalls with dirty toilets and on the other side showers. Then the zombies showed up and everyone freaked out. I somehow left, and found my way to a giant resort type thing in England but it was close to Australia. Inside this giant resort there were many floors and many people. Curtains hung down from the ceiling and the carpet was 'hotel red'. I think that they were throwing a party of some sort for me. There was no worry about the zombies because this place was supposedly far away from the outbreak. I went outside where I found it to be nighttime. I then realized that I had a jet pack on my back so I flew around a little. I was in the air enough to survey the entire scene when I suddenly realize that there is an entire horde of zombies coming towards the resort. I start to hear people yelling,"the zombies are here." People began panicking and running all over the place. I landed on an upper walkway and began yelling for a girl whom I couldn't remember the name. I think she was my sister or girlfriend or something. I began calling, "Jezebel? Jezebel?" Nobody answered so I flew inside to grab supplies. Inside the zombie horde had made their way into the resort type place and were beginning their midnight dining on the living. I had made several trips outside with supplies, when I went in again and my jet pack ran out of juice so I was forced to run which of course was in slow mo. I found some stairs which I climbed for two flights in hopes that I would reach the roof to fly away because there were not any windows all of the sudden. The stairs ended and I could not find the roof so I went down to the second story. I found that if I engaged my jet pack in the hallway it made me run super duper fast so I was able to move quickly. Luckily the zombies did not see me and I found a door that led outside. I flew up and noticed that across from the resort there was a giant parking lot that was virtually empty except for a few cars. All of the zombies were inside so I landed near a lone truck that was white and 'vintage' like an old Ford or something. It's windows were tinted and its doors locked. I begun smashing at the window with my elbow and eventually broke it and openened the door. I did not have the key so I 'hotwired' it and it started right up. I drove down the road in between the resort and parking lot which was made of gravel sort of like what happens to an extremely old parking lot. I also noticed that on the northern side of this scene there was an expansive ocean and the sun was coming up too. After noticing this, I had a thought that made me realize that I was dreaming. Immediately things began to get fuzzy and I remembered that I was supposed to spin to keep the dream vivid. But I could not because I was driving a car so I instead started to feel the dashboard and notice how much it felt like a 'real' dashboard. Then the dream sucked me back in and I lost awareness. I drove to a town and found a motorcycle. Suddenly there was another individual with me and we were riding through backyards with these motorcycles. Our plan was to get to the airport and fly to Australia. We did not know where the airport was and we happened to run into actor John C. Reilly who was playing a retard with a heart of gold. He pointed us in the right direction and hopped on the back of my buddies bike. We were driving in this city which was sort of rural like Albuquerque but it was supposed to be London. We stopped to pee and I called Nanci. She was working at a bar named "Maupin" and was in the process of serving a drink. She said that she could help us land the plane in Australia. We made our way to the bar, and I awoke.

Reinaldo Garcia

2005-09-01T18:45:00.000-07:00

Go to this guy's site and look around. Make sure to listen to the MP3's and maybe scan through one of his 'screenplays'. I can only listen and shake my head. The opulence CD has some great preview tracks. Also take a look at the album art for the CD Bright Twist of my Soul. SO BAD its awesome.

Reinaldo Garcia

Jose Celaya (listen to this, possibly his 'hit single')

Pay close attention to the lyrics for maximum effect, they ROCK!

Trading In My Bass For A Briefcase

2005-09-01T18:29:00.000-07:00

How the environment around me has changed in the past week. Getting fired. In the process of losing a significant other. Posting a resume online. Going to an interview, my first taste of corporate America. The white walls, generic paintings, patterned carpet that matches the 'furniture', soft hummings of a plethora of printers. Hand shakes. How are you? I am well, thanks for asking. Identification cards allow access to the rest of the building. Computers. Set schedule. Forty Hours. No Schedule flexibility. An opportunity to become a credit card henchman. Efficiency. An standard issue ear piece with microphone akin to telemarketing. Power ties. Business Casual. Proffesional Dress. Skills tests. The Standard. Great 'opportunities' for advancement. Friday is Casual day, HOORAY!

Minor Lucid Dreaming

2005-08-30T10:00:00.000-07:00

In my dream last night I achieved some lucidity for a short period. I was in a house where about 12 Playboy playmates were staying. They all slept 4 to a room. Each room had only two beds so they would lay two to a bed with their heads both lying at opposite ends of the bed sort of like the bed ridden grandparents from Willy Wonka. It was nighttime and I was tired(in my dream) so I crawled into bed next to one of the playmates and snuggled up next to her. She reacted by making some mean spirited comment and then telling the other 4 in the bed the same thing causing them to laugh at me, for some reason this 'woke me up' in the dream and I realized that I was dreaming. I left the room and I was in my grandparent's house at night. I spun around because I knew I was dreaming and I have heard that spinning around in your dream makes it more vivid. It did just that. I was surprised how similar things are to waking life. It was so vivid that many times I asked myself, "am I actually dreaming?" I spun around again to further cement the lucidity and I walked down a hallway into another playmate filled room. I just stood there and looked at all of them. And then I went into another playmate filled room and just looked again at the scene. I then returned to the original room and looked at the rest. Then I went outside where it was sunny. My friend Trevor from grade school was there and we had to pack up our stuff because a school bus was leaving for a camp. All of my clothes were strewn all over the outside sidewalk which had morphed into a parking lot. At this point the lucidity began to fade away. It took me awhile to gather all of my clothes and stuff them into the bag. Then we ran across the parking lot to catch the bus which had begun to move. It was hard running because I had both the clothes-filled bag in one hand and my bass in another. The bus just kept on driving down the street even though one of the parental chaperones in the back saw us and yelled to the bus driver that they needed to stop. They didn't. So we were just left there saying 'they are going to come back.' They never did.....

Ypsilanti All-Starz

2005-08-25T15:29:00.000-07:00

Listen to these gems courtesy of Found magazine.

Yo' ass is so fine

Wiggle on the Flo'

Yo' Shit be up in my face

The page where I found it....

As a side note. The last post I made was spammed by two different spammers only two minutes after I posted it....they are quick little bastards! ANy ideas on how to combat that?

Strange Findings

2005-08-25T15:08:00.000-07:00

This site is interesting in a wierd sort of way...

Found Magazine

Down at the bottom of the page there is a navigational link to a 'photo' section and a 'notes' section....take a look.

H Words

2005-08-24T16:52:00.000-07:00

A lot of 'smart' sayings....

Fired Expansion Pack Beta 2.0

2005-08-24T10:26:00.000-07:00

A strange thing occurs inside one's gut during the process of being fired. There seems to be a bursting forth of heat centralized in the chest cavity. It is somewhat tough to figure out the reason why this happens there and not in the legs or hands or something. There also seems to be a flushing of the cheeks presumably from being in shock as all of the primal survival instincts start to sound their alarms as the mind begins to race with various thoughts like 'how am I going to eat?', 'how am I going to get around?', 'how am I going to pay for (insert thing here)?' It was also interesting to notice that a smile was permanently plastered on the face in between the flushing cheeks. Again, I presume it is merely from the shock of being 'replaced'. I can also assume that there are various levels of rejection that the ego also creates. A shock to the system to say the least. Hard not to take personally. The ego even makes attempts at exposing various things in a sort of vindication when it cannot logically find somebody to make into the object of the cause of its pain. When fired, be fired. Rejoice the next day because there isn't a job there to show up at, and for that day you do not have to work!
The STORY: this past weekend I missed work on Saturday to spend time with my girlfriend because it was her birthday. When I miss work I have to get a sub to fill in. The sub that I have sub for me has a sort of resemblance to Lenny Kravitz. Ever since getting him to sub for me I have had anxiety over being replaced by him. As I have come to learn, the music industry is quite fickle and ruthless, as was demonstrated by the abrupt firing of the original drummer for ZB without any warning or anything. Zowie(chris) called me up randomly on Tuesday stating that he was in the area and wanted to know if he could 'stop by'. Keep in mind that there is not one person in the Zowie Bowie Showie that sees let alone hears from Chris or Marley during the four day work week. So this was kind of random and weird. He arrived at my house and I let him in and showed him around a bit. I figured he was there because of 'other reasons and problems' which I helped him with, but those alarms were still going off and I knew that the real reason he came over to my house was not because of what I helped him with. We stepped outside into the Arizona heat and had a seat. First he asks about Antedote, the ORIGINAL band I am in with my brother adding that he was 'so jealous of what we were doing, you guys are the real deal.' I still knew that there was more than meets the eye. He then begins to tell me that they are going to have to move to Vegas in 8-9 months and that a lot of things are happening. Adding such disclaimers as ,"so I am just going to say this. I am not going to candy coat this, I have to be blunt" etc etc, he then tells me ,"We are replacing you.........with Anthony." The above mentioned physical manifestations began making themselves known all over my body.

"This band is my passion. I need everyone up on stage for it be their passion too. I know that it is not you passion. We are going for a sort of Black Eyed Peas look. I am getting old, and I have to start thinking about this in terms of business. I can't waste anymore time. I want to make my job easier on me because it is taking a toll on my body and I. I want to be up there rocking out with Lenny Kravitz to my right.....everyone in this band has to look out into each girl's eyes in the audience with the 'I want to fuck you' eyes and they have to believe that you would go home with them TONIGHT!..........I like how anthony gyrates his pelvis into the face of girls on the side of the stage....when anthony is up there I don't have to do as much work, " he then adds. "Chris, I don't do that kind of shit man, "I retort. "I know, that is why I would never ask you to be like that because I know it is not you,"Chris adds. I then tell him that when I first joined the band I was pretty crazy and rambunctious on stage, jumping around like a clown, which I knew granted me extreme job security, but then I stopped doing that as more and more people came on stage and I was stuck behind a microphone. I knew that this behavior slowly whittled away my job security and that I had been anticipating this day for a long long time. I also asked if anybody else was getting the axe as well. He said that there was another 'member' (whose name starts with D:) that they were going to have a 'serious'' talk with about how he dresses or else they will have to make a change there....This was followed by 25 minutes of disclaimers, excuses, and 'compliments' designed to make me feel better in the hopes that that would make him feel better about what he was doing. After the shpeel he tells me that the 'only problem with anthony is that he is not committed' and asked me if he needed me for certain dates here and there if I would be interested. Some people may view this as a slap to the face, but I just said whatever call me up. He assured me that he still wanted me to be on the payroll just not with 'as much commitment', then he says something to the gist of "I want you to call me in 2 months and tell me that I am making a big mistake. I want you to tell me that you are financial strapped for cash"....I didn't really know what that meant but I just said, "I am not going to call you, its not your problem." Then he states ,"it's too bad you don't play keyboard," to which I laughingly respond , "that is my main instrument chris. You know that. You know that I play." He makes his legendary look of utter disbelief and says, "really?! I really want to expand the show maybe get another keyboard. If I asked you would you consider playing keys for us?" I again said sure, whatever, you got my number. Then I shook his hand as he was leaving and said,"nice working with you." I shut the door as he walked away exclaiming , "well fuck yeah! this doesn't end here then, I am going to make that happen." And I guess if it does....FUCK YEAH!!

The Coinbird Saga

2005-08-11T14:37:00.000-07:00

See if you can make sense of this very interesting Flash movie about CoinBird.

Witness why he truly is Angry for Coins.

Stare at this for 5 Minutes.

2005-08-11T01:46:00.000-07:00

Dactyl Fractal Zoom

The OFFICE

2005-08-10T14:02:00.000-07:00

If you have not seen the british series entitled, "the Office" go buy it. It is one of the best television shows I have seen thus far, and here is a couple of links you can use to watch various clips.

BBC America - The Office Video Clips

Reality experiment.

2005-08-10T13:43:00.000-07:00

With a partner, first achieve some sort of mind change through natural and/or other means. Stand facing each other staring into the iris of each other's eyes. Begin to blink as fast as you can in an attempt to break up the mind's normal job of stringing together all of the scattered moments of existence together thereby giving the impression that things are linear and smooth when in 'reality' they are not. While blinking and staring into the iris of the other individual, try to bring both blinking speeds to simultaenous speeds, witnessing a sort of strange new reality to be witnessed. This little exercise is nothing more than an activity to make one utter the words either verbally or mentally, "wierd" and witness that things are not exactly how they are percieved on a daily level.

Oddly enough while doing this exercise the two subjects performing the exercise were shunned and called stupid by a witness. Be Careful.