Heaven help me. I love a psychotic!

An impetuous decision ... but I think I'll make this the year to really get to know All About Eve.

Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night.

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Today's word of the day: Malaise

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

Still doing a bit of thinking on the questions of the "nature" of communication out (in?) here in cyber space.

Since (and even before) I discovered the iceberg, I have self-consciously tried to analyze the motivations behind my blogging. I've been fascinated by the psyche-out factor... what am I doing here? Who am I talking to? Why? What affirmation do I seek? Who do I create here?

Your guess is as good as mine. I like putting together a thought, or a piece of a thought, and seeing if anyone (who knows I'm out here) will respond. I like coming back to the page to see what I was thinking about on whatever day. Could I do that privately? Yes. But I'm not.

Do you think I'm talking to you?

Morning thoughts from Rumi

look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life

why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known

why think seperately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows
right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be

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Did I mention that I'm done?

I was telling a friend that I knew a little bit about weakness. I said I'd been dabbling in it for a while. He said that's where I went wrong. I should work harder at it.

No, I'm done with all that.

Another reason I choose volcano

Iceberg hits too close to home.

I return to a topic that motivated me to create this blog in the first place: questions involving the interpersonal and intrapsychic implications inherent(?), possible(?) in this format of "communication." What happens in this semi-anonymous space of self-revelation, self-exposure, self-exploration? And what happens in the space between MySpace and your space?

Sometime between August 8 and August 13, I screamed into this void, communicating quite clearly in fact--THIS IS NOT COMMUNICATION!!!!!

But it was. And so was my posting.

Iceberg at work.