I can’t see the name Gina without thinking of the film 40 year old Virgin, at the speed dating. In that sense, Gina is pronounced Jy-nuh, like Eve Ensler might pronounce it. In a sense it is like an eye, in a Crowleyan Eye of Horus sense. Bass is a fish pursued by macho Southern men in speedy boats, who race around all day chasing fish only to hook, weigh, and release them. By the end of the day they must smell pretty fishy. This is only one set of (mis?)leading assertions-your cognitive pathway may vary.

Maybe I am a mutant life form destined to survive some future overwhelming level of propaganda.

Let me tell you a few things about myself. When I was five I decided not to pick up the really strong local Rhode Island accent I was growing up with. I didn’t. I lived in Rhode Island from age 4 to 15 and moved around a lot within the state and went to different schools. Each time I told the new kids in the school I was from Ariziona. They always commented on my accent. I didn’t have one. When I was 15 I moved to upstate New York, not they nor anyone else has told me I have a new england accent. I never picked it up.

I hardly ever listen to music. I think its about control. I resist any external influence controlling my emotional state. Here is a thing that bugged the hell out of me. People listening to a popular song over and over again until they like it. I think its fairly common.

Here is what makes me furious: Seeing people poor out of a college football stadium, all wearing the same color, either elated because “they” won, or depressed because “they” lost.

Ev

the shaman goes through this in his initiation and then takes each of his subjects through a similar process in turn.

that’s a rather silly overgeneralization

“Muddied water, let stand, becomes clear,” Lao Tzu

i must say that your recent posts suggest a sort of quickening and a free-associative mania that, when it happens to me, is suggestive of a stepping up of energy state, or shifting consciousness………

i try to create fields of potential for my clients where they can take on flexibility in thier thinking. this state is always accompanied with physical and emotional acceleration. i do warn people that when they go through this metamorphosis that nothing will be the same afterwards, and that some things will die as a result. relationships, behaviours, attitudes, values………everything shatters as the process occurs.

the shaman goes through this in his initiation and then takes each of his subjects through a similar process in turn.

A frame is a kind of box. Seems people like putting things in boxes. Some of the boxes have lids on them so you can’t see inside, just the label. To lid or not to lid? Open the box, or take the money…

I dunno, I wonder what a boucher is?

butcher!

good luck with that enlightenment and spiritual evolution thing.

I don’t get what you’re getting at here unfortunately. Not trying to be a jerk here with any of this, but all this seems to be your idea about what I am and not my idea. I wish *you* good luck with following all your instincts through and I would hope that you could do me the same regardless of whether or not you agree with it! Because at the end of the day, I have only myself to answer to, as troubling as that may be. Take care and I will do the same.

I have been flirting with the idea lately that a person’s name can have a huge impact on their destiny. Maybe not. I dunno, I wonder what a boucher is?

Fortunately that’s your instinct, not mine!

well I guess you told me, good luck with that enlightenment and spiritual evolution thing.

My instinct tells me too much of it would be harmful to you and your readers.

Fortunately that’s your instinct, not mine!

be careful you don’t invest so much energy in it that you miss the enlightenment bus,(another ego trap)

it’s just a special-ed bus anyway, so don’t worry if you miss it, they’re only going a couple of blocks, you can walk.

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=synecdoche

I always thought metonymy was a metaphor that was not completely abstract but had some physical, real world truth to it… For eg. in Ibsen’s A Doll’s House, the wasteful Nora is called a “squanderbird.”

Don’t stare directly at the sun. That would be stupid. It’d destroy your sight and you’d live in darkness forever. So dance around it, catch a few passing glimpses and understand its presence without facing it directly.

Dancing around the sun is an art. Tim Boucher is an artist. Nice virtual-painting.