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I read a post on Youtube when I was listening to a Laura Nyro song - I think it was ... Brown Earth ... and a guy commented that in 1969 he had a girlfriend who knew he loved Laura Nyro and changed her physical appearance to look like her. I replied to him that it gave me an idea for a play and mentioned that if he gave me a way to contact him - if I ever really wrote it - I'd send it to him. 
well what do you know. I bought a tv yesterday for a song, had it delivered and - it took me three hours - but I got it up and working. the trick was to use the old Spectrum remote to turn on the cable box. lots of trials and errors. but impress myself ... being an old coot ancient mutt - new tricks.   watching ice skating pre Olympics and again, I love that similar kinds of athletes have the same body line and idyllic stature. cut and clean.  have been obsessed with Barbers Adagio for Strings this week. it sends me like a doo oop paen to stupid row manse did for millions for years years ago. 
  I   listen to W ho Knows Where the Time Goes and think of the last time I heard her sing it live when I did have the presence of mind to grab hold of my friends hand who listened to this song with me when we were young and didn’t know anything about time passing and didn’t have to. No thought of leaving or growing. Staying there. Here here.

in traditional chinese medicine ...

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... the heart meridian is a pathway of vital energy. It begins in the chest and ends at the little finger. It governs the heart and circulation, regulates blood, and is connected to emotional balance, mental clarity and sleep. It ends in the most protected area of the body, safe within the armpit.  I had a dream just now. Two very young boys nap  on a rug in front of a crackling fire. They awaken and one of them says to the other "You are perfect. I want to be with you always. " To commemorate the moment, the boy gets a tiny tattoo of a fireplace in his armpit.  They go their separate ways. Years later, during a war they fight on opposite sides. One captures the other during combat. They do not recognize each other. One day the captor washes the dirty soldier and discovers the tattoo.     

REVEALATION OVER A CHICKEN SALAD SAN

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just back from the diner. lunch with friend John. he gave me the ending for my in progress play.  splendor in the pickle and cole slaw.  a great big riverboat fab float in the diet coke.  friendship. 

when /why did life get so complicated and boring ... it hardly seems ...

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Another Hanif missive

You are not a machine. It would be a mistake to believe that you can continuously renew yourself. It might be an idea to take a break for some time, for weeks, even months, until something substantial begins to stir. No artist is consistently creative. Why would they be? Good ideas come unbidden and you might need to wait, to think about other things, ruminate. You are not a machine. It is a fallacy that you should be able to continuously produce new work. Masud Khan describes  lying fallow’ as a state of mind that enables genuine creativity, as opposed to pseudo activity. The term itself is taken from agricultural terminology – where the fallow ground is ploughed but left uncropped – to allow for genuine regeneration. He does not endorse inertia or listless vacancy, but an active state of receptive awareness. Khan observed that modern technical cultures have created “a colossal trade in organising people’s leisure,” filling every stillness with ready-made distractions. This repres...