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• I'm sparking. I'm hot. I'm phasing. I've been is such a creative mood the past few days. There's something in the air. ;)
• You know something is truly beautiful and revelatory when the mind and heart say, I wish I created that.
• I'd been playing around with the idea of creating another feature based around the idea of dream. I had a dream the other day, unlike anything I've ever experienced, and I've desperately wanted to share it with someone, anyone! But in a way that might be viewed as a transgression. I think some things are too raw and aren't meant for public consumption. Too often I think people are too willing to lay it all out there for anyone, I'm speaking specifically on the Net. I've shared personal (not private) things on this blog, but never have I felt I've crossed a line. I'm not into whoring myself out. So while the urge was there, I thought better of it. But it's gonna find a place, that dream, it's story and the concept of dream on this blog (via The Art). That's what the Dream Journal (The Third Book of The Art, The Black Book, Joey's Book) is all about I suppose. There I can share it. There's also the added benefit of rendering and relaying it in the visual as opposed to the textual, as text it would be too transparent. It would strike to the heart and the bone. Only a select few get the opportunity to know what's in here *hands over head and heart*.
• Textual (and textually) is so not the word I wanted to use in that last one. It's that thing. Elementargedanken & Völkergedanken, the Elementary and Ethnic Ideas. I have it, I can see it but I can't capture it. Textual is a charlatan. I know there's another word that would've hit the right stroke. I have the soul of the thought & feeling but I can't find the right bottle, shell, costume. All I can ever say is that this isn't my medium. I can draw the thing, I can see the shape of it but... relaying it here is the hardest thing I could ever do. I'm not well versed. And I want to be. I want to be just so that I can get the right shade. I realize it's all subjective and no one might tap into the impression that I intend, but I try to visualize there being someone else out there, like me, who will. I'm writing for him or her. They want the right words. Textual isn't the word. He's lucky, he's managed to steal the spotlight tonight. Taken what isn't his. But I'll find it... that word, whatever it is.
• Fuck, I'm really chatty tonight. :P
• Two drops of water landed on my razor (shaving) this morning in the most perfect way. I thought they were a part of the thing. I marveled at the pattern for a few seconds and thought, I have to write about this tonight.
• I've been trying to hold on to the things that strike me throughout the day for these Third posts. It's been hard. I hope to get better at it.
• I watched Die Hard tonight with brother and sis. Would you believe that I don't think I've seen the thing head to tail before? *collective gasp*
• The feature Lyrical Exegesis grew much larger than I intended. I wanted a place to share those things that float around my mind, the whispers. But the feature became what it is out of necessity. I want/wanted something broader but it wouldn't fit, it won't. Places, faces, lines, lyrics... I just wanted snippets. I didn't envision excavating. So here's one for what was originally intended. Here's something that's been haunting me for the past few days, something I've been grooving to, something at my side: ...Back me on up boys / back me on up / I gotta face some kind of evil tomorrow / I need to know that you gonna be there and / you know my faith is in your / hands now just / back me on up / just back me on up / back me on up...
• I've decided to stop apologizing about the length of my posts, both extremes. If I wanna go long, I'll go long. Short, short. I've mused on apology before but I'm serious now. :P
• After further review, I think I'm a 144 guy. And the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round.
• I need to write a post on The Better, Second Life, Little Fish & Big Fish, David, Drive, etc. (all one thought).
• I can't imagine what MacWorld will unleash upon my Apple Acolyte brethren. I'm very psyched! :D I love that feeling... that dark... of anticipation, mystery, hope, wonder, etc. It's almost too much to bear.
• I might have some cherry pie tonight. I'm not a pie guy. I'm a cake man. But tonight I'll try to be bisexual. (it took everything I had not to say pie-sexual. :P But look! I just said it anyway! ;) )
• Ah! I've been dying to have some German Chocolate Cake. I had my first taste ever in Laughlin, Nevada last year and I haven't been the same since. :P I was telling my brother and sister tonight that there's this bakery on Melrose that I might hit up to quell this fire. I'm hoping they have it.
• One of my friends said the other day, ...I love Middle-Eastern men. He's gay. And all I could think, but didn't say was, I love men, period. ;) The German Chocolate Cake inspired that one. German men, ah! Gorgeous! *dying* :D
  
• It's getting late and that's the only reason I'm shuttling off. I feel I could go on for days. But alas, All good things... (Good things? This!? Hmmm, talk about ego :P )
• Later later...

DS333, signing off.