I’m a bit of a hermit myself, but I find when I do go out and meet and talk to other people I feel better somehow; like I’ve connected.

I’m jealous of your Trader Joe’s. None of that out here in Hawaii. I miss the thin frozen pizzas, the potstickers and those big chunks of chocolate bars at the checkout.

Really enjoyed this read, by the way!

Two months ago, I saw a guy doing some sort of martial arts on the subway platform and I struck up a conversation with him about it on the train. Turns out he used to be a boxer and a construction worker. He told me all about Jack Johnson, the first black heavyweight champion of the world, not the sensitive-pony-tail guy singer. He also told me that he had been doing Aikido on the subway and that he’d been doing it for 19 years, since he was thirty. This guy did not look anywhere near his age, by the way. He talked about how he trained under one of the disciples of the founder of Aikido and spoke of him with such reverence and also regret for having turned his back on the dojo where he’d learned under this guy. I still remember his name, the subway martial artist: Al. Al told me that if I ever wanted to begin studying Aikido to go to his old sensei’s place and tell the old man that I was a friend of Al’s.
It turned out Al lived near me and I spent probably forty minutes talking, but mostly listening to him. And when we parted ways, man, I felt incredible.

The Gurdjieff thing that man told you is an incredible coincidence. I just received a letter in the mail from a friend who told me that he’d met Paul Goodman’s son who had revealed to him that, Wilhelm Reich slept with a bunch of his patients. Since I’m getting this at least third, if not fourth hand, I can’t speak to the veracity of it. But it’s interesting, anyway. I tend to put Gurdjieff and Reich together in my mind in the category of old, dead guys who knew a little something about “what’s going on” and how to start living authentically.

Peace, Tim.

been playin with this outbreath thing. Interesting.

http://lesvisible.blogspot.com/

http://www.homeoint.org/seror/decachords/fk.htm
http://www.hpathy.com/materiamedica/al...nkeynotes/allen-ferrum-metallicum.asp

increased heart beat rate:

lust
physical exertion
general excietement

Irish proverb: A stranger is a friend you haven’t met yet.

Sorry, I got sidetracked there. What I mean is we can start negotiations with a lifetime supply of free hummus, nan and bananas and then go from there.

He formulated the view that madness was an attempt by the person to spontaneously cure themselves of the maddening situations in which they had to live, and that as such it was a natural healing process which ought to be facilitated to run its course rather than be arrested, blocked and forever suspended by forcibly feeding psycho-pharmacological concoctions to such people and locking them up in ‘mental hospitals’ in a process of degradation.

http://timboucher.tumblr.com/post/8645516

(BIZ copycats: Note the level of recursive self-referencing to my own domain and conceptual system)

Strangers are really not so strange.

Most murder victims are killed by family members or someone they know. (I’m just a bright litle ray of sunshine, I know.)