wait wait, art=sexual desire?

is it really that simple? I ask

because I would believe it if you told me "yes."



and if you told me "yes" this poem would end.

I may have found my movement,

dance, philosophy, agenda,

motion meter, watching waves

and cycles, circles, spin.



Spin may be all there is.



So I've been playing capoeira, learning balance on my hands, and power in my middle, play. Describing capoeira comes our something like "an exercise in social interaction, set to music, with wicked cartwheels." The dance is fluid, and seems to consist of spinning, and rocking to turn and spin the other way.



I am getting comfortable with the concept of spin



Perhaps the whole point of capoeira is to get dizzy and impress chicks with your muscles, but I find it rests my mind in a way that allows deep, encompassing thoughts. How atoms spin, and how planets spin, and people spin, galaxies spin, even as abstract a concept as "the news" has spin! Look anywhere, you will find spin.



And so linear thought seems impossible. Straight lines, impossible. I hope someday someone tells me that I'm "speaking in circles" because then i will have said something real, something with no beginning or end, nothing left to mystery, no faith required to believe it. Circles are. And yet, circles are such a difficult concept to describe in a universe full of spirals. Constantly in motion, never anything but change.



I don't thing change can be disputed. I think anything else can be.



So I am changist, for that is the basis of my belief system, of my vmeme, paradigm, world view, reality, god. And also changist is my label, not activist, because i'm too much of a pacifist, not a mover or a shaker, just a person who admits to flux. I'm still defining the rest.



I just watched The 11th Hour, if you can find a showing near you, go to it.

People will compare it to An Inconvenient Truth, but it is a different film entirely, global warming is barely a feature

just a faint little snippet



i am back on my gateway M675 "looks like you're compensating for something" huge laptop, and for some reason running Windows XP. Two reasons, actually: Buzz, and StarCraft.



My head has been getting full of things about work, about my community, about food, about this girl i met, and more. And so I sought distraction; a way to "come home" when my work is in my own head. So i have my arcade, and my music, and i find daily living more than tolerable now.

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>>>next post: burning man.

related links: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeskola_Buzz

http://www.hamsteralliance.com/submersible/buzzmusic/

like preservation of the species,

like fostering evolution,

like demanding change,

like feeling the earth turn.



"Today the earth is turning like a stomach, and we, the humble denizens, cannot decypher why we are all compelled to vomit."

How to get the most out of life. Autobiographical annecdotes.



Reality and imagination are not allowed to quarrel in my home. I hope from the time they spend here, stricken to my rules, that they learn to live without bitter argument, and love each other a bit more when they leave.



My cellphone plan is based in Pennsylvania, and i live in Arizona. When i check my voicemail a computerized voice will inform me that "message sent at 5:02pm". My watch informs me that the time is 2:34pm, and moment later i am filled with glee. In that moment I imagined that someone had sent me a message from the future, and I also sorted through my knowledge of how the planet turns, the different time-zones, and the electronic system that carries voices across the continents. I deduce the miscommunication within my communication network, and dream of time travel as well. Priding myself on learnedness, logic, open-mindedness, and playfulness. I share the imagination with friends who already understand time-zones, and they smile, then show me pictures of a spaceship they made out of junk.



An author is asking different parents to write chapters for a book about unschooling. She is also asking for some unschooled children to write chapters, and i want to get my words in. I am called again by my society to write a manifesto against ageism in the form of an autobiography, which could fit this book, as well as my career review for Gaia University.



My Career Review is my first output to the Gaia University masters program I am trying to start. It is to be a documentary celebration of the learning i have done to bring me to this point in life, and a glimpse at where i am heading. The same material would also be handy for creating an autobiography in the form of a manifesto against ageism, which i have been asked multiple times to write. At least that's what i think that's what they are asking for . . .