Well ventilated

Well ventilated, and a beautiful wooded setting.


Not much of a blogger, I guess

Why would anyone want to know what I have to say?

And besides, if history’s any proof, I’m probably dead wrong anyway.

Perception = Reality

Then I realized, in one of those “aha” moments, that not everyone sees what I see. It’s no wonder I have trouble communicating – understanding what others are sharing, as well as expressing my own subjective reality. Phenomena, ephemera, truth and fiction… just wired different, I guess. Essence, substance, artifice and object… do I see it? Or is it just my mind making me think so? I’m just surfing along on the collapsing wave of probability… how about you?

Yep – still here.

Buying stuff brings pleasure. Owning stuff brings pleasure. Owning stuff you don’t need or use is a result of some form of insanity, from which I suffer. Owning boxes full of Star Trek toys makes almost no sense at all. And yet… there they are. Owning shelf after shelf of vinyl records is sort of crazy, too. I don’t even like most of them. Then there’s the game room. Having nearly 2,000 games in there does me little good. There are only (maybe) 100 that will ever get played. Which brings pleasure, so I guess that’s OK. But seven guitars? Why do I have seven guitars? Makes me go “hmmm.”