still strange for me to digest that we have so much water particles, and insted of a mass, its just tiny pieces glued to form what the senses perceive, if u could just change into different shapes for a day, how would they be? And if you would magically shapeshift to a raindrop (which started jumping on my window), guess would be some funky and supersonicly raw visuals on the way down from the cloud! yeah! Wonder how the different surroundings would feel depending of what the particle is a part of! hmm, okay, back to original shape for now..coffe and plasma lights, and vision and inspiration from a particular and peculiar particle visual smasher Sooz
Homey recharge makes ready for relaunch? (soul candy…) a customized visual to dorothy in the land of oz – there´s no place like home quote, something fragile and beautifully strong with this cacooned visual candy phantom! Trying to fix this blog up a little, give it a little lift, little by little – sharp up and post more on mental and visual gravities! wishez u a fun weekend!
Woke up suuuuuper early today, with the thoughts about reality in my head with a sharp half moon in the sky, i considered options of sleeping more or nut, with the skylamps turned off outside, get a little fuzzy with the timing. with lack of light outside, but then knowladedge of that the break of dawn should be around that corner.. so waking up with the sun today!
Reality… strange big word… maybe i got it in my system because was falling in and out of sleep with a retro space movie haven’t seen in a very long time, and from falling and waking up to that background, i remember dreaming fusions of the movie and some own life mash-ups..and remember enjoying the strangeness..
So after waking up and hanging out there in my own mind-space, was thinking about what is reality anyways? in the sense of that if you think u know that or that, or believe you know, because thats your reality based on personal experience, and the next moment u discover/experience something else, that changes that whole view of what one considered was real.. then was thinking of poeple that work daily with creativity and use imagination, reforming, envisioning, and twisting reality into something new on daily basis, i mean one knows that one is doing a creative play, but in the same time establishing, breaking down and stretching reality to new heights..
enterining the custom music player and one of the last songs posted is ny Chris Thile – This Is All Real” with the comment of “feeling really unreal”.
//from wikipediareality is defined as “the state of things as they actually exist” , The term reality, in its widest sense, includes everything that is, whether or not it is observable or comprehensible// …phenomenological reality, truth and fact.
what if everyone just has their own interpratation of reality? *O.=* enough monday mornin´braino spaghetti, back to life…
How much mind elasticity does each person have? How much mind flexing does one do? And does the elasticity change from person to person? Flexicity, elasticity, stretching own limits to new heights, how much are we willing to stretch? What makes us stretch to new outer limits? How does the stretching change the individual? a society? thee Culture? A global mind state? How often do we flex out to new heights, how much time to we repeat within old boundaries? When we flex out, do we re-bounce back to our old state? Or do we expand the elastic bubble cape? How do the memories print in on this flex xyz axis? What makes us want to change to new extremes? Limited situations? Reaching out for the new grooves? Mind doing freestyles…
how much stretching is enough? or to little? can we stretch so that it breaks? Or un-stretch and shrink?
I dont know, once in the while the brain gets a extra muscle working in there and all suddenly all feels brighter and wider…today is one of them, just singing in the cold…
I think were all fighting with something, and yeah in the arts we get it out on, but i know were a diffierent little funki generation, i think were building a whole new way of thinking, couse we´re the connected strange ones, were fighting against it, couse it wasn´t there befote, we dont want the globalizad and comercializad, we want local and underground, yet attracted to the other side…it´s all strange …my Google reader iz busting with information overload, my rocky Joint downstairs is playing Diamond ear rounds in overfilled sig smoke, yet cant forget that short essay wrote about the 1984 book back in high school where the influence of van daniken books and science and Carnegie books made a spaghetti in my head combined with space cowboys and multi roots..and paralell inner worlds combined with different realities and languages…there was something about the impotance of filtering
balancing like acrobats all that input, …dreamreality …new working ways, not giving up on thems, and combinig them to daily bread and so on….
I guess the future of all has some collobarative magic to it, that stuff that blues and glues us all together, listnig to great blips and taking that last sig befote hitting bed…and Imaginig all that other stuff to come…good nights and liveli mornings…
This week has been quite a nutter, think yings yangs have been dragging me on a rollercoaster of human nature, many exterior stuff that makes mi mind go a little bazooka, from airy conversations to a very strange little old sophisticated homeless ladette that I in some way, ended inviting to my home, and learning more, home and inner core fragility ,though I guess sometimes hunger for new stuff takes us strange places, stories of lovely strangers, new science, visual techniques or just what’s around every corner, investigating investigating, investigating, inside, outside, virtually, mentally, visually, I loves it, I loves the starts, and the fact it takes me to new places, and can continue investigating a new dimension of that thought, it makes me happy, sometimes I get burned, put its all part of the bigger bubble. Its normally stuff that are queer, strange or different that capture my imagination, and I start puzzling again, I like putting it down somewhere, because then can continue again…with graphics, pictures, 3d objects, writing, talks, paint, spray cans or other visual panoramas…strangely strange things happen, the book of flow by this Mr. that appeared when entered flow in wikipedia last week was in my face in a seven eleven yesterday night… So have a new treasure, yet is a little different reading in other languages that English…iz strange, but in Norwegian, it makes it to simple (yet quite to the point), polish has such a vivid strange language that interrupts my antennas all the time and cant get into the book, just jump up and fly into own head, and have to repeat the alpha line many times (even though find it the most colorful and customized and playful one) Spanish get somehow serious and a little hmm (yet it challenging ) buts gonna jump into it! Yeah! Sitting in half rain on terrace, getting ready for day, antennas needs them times! Music is loud (new timuktu plate zuuzing in speakers), a bird is making a clicking strange noise, a bulk of water was dripping from rain was dripping from the roof triangle! But splashed it out! so n, there’s no dripping, sky half blue, half grey and the other half white, birds singing, clothes still wet, chairs and madrasses too..But i have a pillow!!
mi brother sent me this video by avalanches the other day from the dutch landia he is playing in lately , with the boy needs therapy, that digg, and then found this little funky visualina jewel!
since i left u…
Opening pupils first round at 7 and, right before boys came home from hip hops I was waking up to the early hop hop start of the day. In the between’s, to the new moon and the night turning day. I find the early morning mist switch stitch stretching itself, and birds slowly blowing their tubes, yet zoomed into another dream session under the open sky.
I woke up around tenish, with the sky filled n in one tone of blueness and sunbeams, with the looking glass pressed to the heart and brain, , I zoomed in and out from dreams to reality, and back again. Suddenly think the different links and chaotic ideas thoughts, direction, ways and puzzles, suddenly floated away and I could see a long tunnel of vacuum, and this tube was straight and had a deep and uncolored form!! It was frustrating and hello lonely…but found its curve in the end!! Spelled out the fear factor of it, the escaping into making things bigger and bigger the spider webs that build around every thing, and I construct some dreams oh so big, and puzzle to breaking new barriers and limits, that simply don’t know where to start at times.. Realizing all these different parts, and guess that structure comes more exposed from out forming communities the latest time at www.gustoo.com, getting deeper and deeper!
No Doubt – Spiderwebs
But guess sometimes its good too zoom it all out! Start at basics, from the little steps of todayness, the now…the new awakening of the strong dragon within as nadi screams out slowly in the side!!! Stop of escaping, zoom out from the Meta structure, and stop designing the spider webs. BeCouse in the end of this tube there is solid chunk of earth, sunbeams, and a seed that wants to explode!!!!!!!! And guess that’s where will focus, the third awakening the The time is now !!! wake ups!
soo, after a fullblown week of work and mornig dosage of the best mornig shakes ever (melon, watermelon and honay)energy reload after adventures on new islands… i enjoyed the empty house, and my own thoughts and getting mi braino together and amongs other.. yet at some moment decided to escape to a more sunny enviroment of the coastlife, yet up ended with the flue, bummer couse fever in vakation mode and sunshine be an atraction highly desired, but i managed to sleep siestas in daytime, something have been on my mind of doing lately..but ths was a marathon of sleep…there is just something with the feeling of waking up and going to sleep consecutivly in daytime, its likegoing into astrange trance! maybe its the effect of the sun, but taking naps in daytime just makes me float to strange places, and then get into the groove of remembering all the strangeness i´ve dream´t, doesnt makes sens, but then again, always something there…and the waking up is so strange couse its like in dayime awakes, half is awake, and the other half is still in this fuzzy place..
Dupliverts wave
read an artical, as had exess time of divulging miself into the beloved science mags, that we organize a lot over there sleepsing, ever woken up and had the solutions to stuff! or overworking and get the nod of the string out, or just wake up with a new idea, or even have a strange story going on in the sllep and waking up angry at a person or something? mucho stuff going on there….read this article bout this invastigator that was reserching bout that the sun actually gets us closer to a grid of thought that we are al connected too, intresting theory, abstract, like who would have thought a 100 years that we would have little rectangkes that could access all information someone posted on this web, and waves would connect all these devices..beeing down with the flu wasn´t that bad after all, and had good company spoling me out with vitamin injection and such, which in a snap i passed out various times into sleep.
i managed to draw again, which always makes me happy, them characters were all dancing in zero gravity and clouds though..made a video of thunder too.
I but noticed, that apart from when i sleeping, i cant really stay still, i get soo restless, need something to do, think about, develope, imagine, create, design, remember, and cant figure out if i like like or not..
so , yes, need too get some alpha alpha down here in ciberspace, from all the days going bannanas lately and the definite therory that no normallity exists in this world (and the fact that if a pesron would tag himself as normal, already proves the opposite) i am trying to get some lines down into this strange virtual diary, so with the taste of the latenight foodo, and a new can of bear swishing threw the space, i hereby feel like writing a someting , and loves the fact that don´t really know quite good what it will be about… the stars have gone to sllep and venus that is always shinig from the terassette and upon my lovely new blow up pool, that the bannanas wild cat is yet once again clawin into in semi way putting his claws in the puffy edges, trying to investigate what is actually going on within the boundies of the pool, time after time…the air of my puffed up pool is squeeking for help, yet since the cat has a life of his own, i guess his curiocity is nonstopeble, i have been trying to understand many things lately, and guess my curiocity never gets full, (where apart from life, strange curiocities of lifo, and the facts have discoverde the string theory and the wrutten brain transmitts of the imposible of the ever so possible by michio kaku anyways, hope i could get the last months down in the alphagrrove, so i wouldn´t forget my experiences, and could get back to the writings once apother time, by guess stick to presents,,,hmm..need music though..
yes that gets me backflippoing to the this…opposites atrackt, yes, couse we find a strange balance, then again alikes repel or atract, depending on the state of mind..either total disaster couse of the magnet poles going bannanas and misunderstanding, or total funky fusion thatbreak limits yet again!! isn´t it strang eand fascinating with all these peoples we encounter and how we fusion or repel…
,everything brings something new to the big picture! but the fascination of it all is just funni hunni!! guess we are all on the serach for something, and then something totaly oposiry, its like the interior poles go circulating all the time, now this, way, now yet anothe, searching for a different mix al the time..moment..yes, that is moveble planet internaly changing poles all the time, guess that makes like new all the time…hehe…seaching for something different all the time, the dinamic search, the everchanig, that might give a kick in the but too all the order and profiling, yes, there will always be trends, or majorities of something, but then again the black swans go lurking with a flirtatious eye right after…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_swan_theory
the lovely black swan has a way of it´s own, and guess that that these little ones, make the changes like the butterflies in the thories of chaos, yeeahhh! from white to black they rock my world..alimet the soul with new inputs, guess its the stuff that makes me wanna dance and write, and draw and take out scissors and spraycans, those little black swan experiences…that make me feel alive, though it is strange hat they are never blue or black or orange, or rainbow colored, white or black swans…just like the black and white fotography that have that extra moody touch…hmmm..
and this is how my had might feel like after few houres of sleep manana..
) buts gonna jump into it! Yeah! Sitting in half rain on terrace, getting ready for day, antennas needs them times! Music is loud (new timuktu plate zuuzing in speakers), a bird is making a clicking strange noise, a bulk of water was dripping from rain was dripping from the roof triangle! But splashed it out! so n, there’s no dripping, sky half blue, half grey and the other half white, birds singing, clothes still wet, chairs and madrasses too..But i have a pillow!!