ocean of anger

(By Andrés Santiago Pérez-Bergquist, 2000)

Infinite connection

Here is a dream I had last night.

I invented a way for people to save their memories in a holographic format.

You transfer your memories into a binary code, and it manifests as part of a multilayered holographic square. This square floats, moored in the air only by your desire that it stay where you want it.

This is as good a representation of the memory square as I could find:


Layers, you see -- earliest memories on the bottom, newest on the top.

(What's REALLY neat is that you navigate between the squares on a kind of flying ATV!)

I then discovered a way for people to network their individual memories with each other. And then I discovered how to fix memories, using the network.

Not change them -- FIX them, so they are accurate.

Let's say you remember your fourth birthday party, when little Johnny smashed your cake into smithereens. He did it on purpose, you remember.

Well, if you network Johnny's own memories of that event, you discover he was tripped, and fell on your cake by accident.

Think of how many wrong assumptions we make based on our faulty "memories." And imagine the chance to get them right.

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I believe the closer we get to 2012 the more opportunities we're being given to dream, imagine or otherwise see where we've sleepwalked all this time, and how to be more aware and spiritual.

I've never dreamed like this -- until now.

Sublime

If you don't get chills after listening to this, you're not alive.

Cheatin' dawg

"Herbie’s dog knows he isn’t allowed on the couch. But he thinks (Tim Blair's) Daily Telegraph colleague Herbie and wife Karen are out of the house."






BUSTED by Karen:















(hat tip: Tim Blair)

dolphin love song

“If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.” -- Billie Holliday

Since I've known him, Tom's totem has always been the dolphin.

He thinks his totem is the deer, and he resonates to it, in his own way. But me, I think it's this wonderful creature.

Consider:

"Dolphin reminds us to balance work and play and let loose of tensions." He does this handily.

(That's me, in the background, listening to the Happy Raconteur :o)

Something to make you smile

O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve is like a melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun.
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve.
And fare thee weel, a while.
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

(Robert Burns)

Tune in, turn on, drop out

Why do we all resonate to this concept?

It's revolutionary. Right?

Well ...

We must ask ourselves "what we are asking."

Thinks me, anyway.

What do we want?

I think it goes further than that. I think that what we want to know is, why we're here. Well, there's no good answer. So, the next question is, why do we care?

I think we care because we want answers to ALL the questions we have of the Universe.

Why not? We question, and we want answers.

Why us?

Well, because we want it.

Right?

Why do we want it, and why us?

My answer: Because we want it, and we want it because we want better.