coming back...

sorry I was off for too long, my stupid life got busy. Priorities people!  

Want to be this guy...

happiness

Is it this easy? Just accept the light? From el King -

Slow morning

Day underway, a chance to rest. Wait and listen. The things I wanted to say are not as urgent. I cannot bring them to my lips. I've uttered enough impatient words and I can't muster another. Rest is around the corner. Close as a nap on the couch and a game on TV. Or a walk by the beach. Not to decide too quickly is the issue. And in deciding, to let the being choose freely where the spirit will go.

11th gate

from Stonehenge - Maccu Picchu (I think)

♥ Here's the link to all the information on the momentous, final 11:11 Activation of Eleventh Gate. ♥ 
http://www.nvisible.com/1111/11/11Gate.html

For the real estate mogul in you.

And how about investing in some new movies! The stories of tomorrow are waiting to unfold.

Nationalism to be proud of...

Dr. Who

From Bath

I agree...

Doppelganger strikes again.

Little voice inside my head said, Don't look back

from chapo

The future

It's hard to explain how you feel connected to all these people. The connection just gets more interesting with live reception. Instantaneity is promised by the internet, and similar systems, and delivered. Perhaps, as the man said, there is just what goes in by the nodes, but I think there is more. I don't want to ruin it by claiming that it can be haunted or that everything is "connected," yet there we are. Privy to some version of people you know, think you know, want to know, but they were never so available as now. So we are left wondering if we cross the line by expressing certain sentiments. There to be expressed, but the game is bigger than us now. You see them, some part of them, if only a fabrication; a bond and a secret. You think of something, or hear a song, and then you see they have sent you a message. You wonder if the system knows, or some part of you knows. Just knows. That the signal was there. Waiting for you, or you waiting for it. The shared hemisphere of thoughts, of momentary significance, and hallucinatory fusion. So then, nothing hidden, everything shared, but only in shadow. The real you pulses somewhere else.  Calls to you, beckoning. Also freeing you, to sign off and know that we too lived. To a flower in the distance. 

Monday

Hard to ease into the week, it's a tough one for most I know. People sneak into facebook, still half asleep, nothing pressing to say (usually), and nothing to declare.  

Me too I guess. Easing into it. Facing down fall. What happens to the dreams of spring?

From Chapo always reliable. A few are good, some make no sense at all.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/09/09/things-id-like-my-sons-to-know_n_1867992.html?utm_hp_ref=tw

The Angry Buddha

Somehow I doubt he said this. It's still true tho'.

Posted by Happy Camp

status update

Life is great. The thing I can't figure out is lately how things got so lame. I mean, it's all terrific, but it's also kinda dumb. 

Someone posted a picture of what parents do at their kids' soccer games. They all have their phones out and they are taking photos of their child on the field. A normal impulse, but there they are (written in ink), all holding a piece of plastic, glass, and fingerprints that separates you from actually being in the moment. It's a staged moment, granted, but it's more real and repeating than not. The picture within the picture makes it sweet, in a general, family way, but there is something empty about the whole transaction.* 

It's sort of like when the Olympians in the opening ceremonies all walk along with their phones and cameras running, shooting back at us.**  

So PoMo!  I get it, you are on this world arena and dressed to the 9s for your country, and you're like, Man, I gotta show this to the people back home...

But you forget you are there to be looked at. You are the movie star of the moment, of life's camera, not just the BBC feed. We need to see you, how you walk, how you carry it, the way you shine on the path. A nod to our South American friends. Don't block your face trying to be the fucking love child of Robert Flaherty and Mr. Brainwash.

Seriously, let's not all try and grab it at all once. Let some of it pass, lest you look like a sucker in all your memories.  

What I'm saying is I'm trying to show up. Yes, I too am mostly failing, I'm happy snapping away, trying to grab it all and repost it, only I know there is another way of being that isn't so rushed, forced, harried. The bath of eternity all around, and we sit staring into some useless apparatus that we will swap out next year, while the times and people pass without our appraisal. 

Btw the digital revolution is horseshit.  Now everyone can shoot grabass garbage.  Literally. 

I want to go back to the magic box, where you had to know what an f-stop was to make anything happen. I say this for our souls, for the audience (lost in the modern era), and posterity.  

Show us how to do facebook on 35mm film and you will save the world. 

Enjoy the soft rain.

* And I don't mean just because soccer sucks. It does. No, I'm kidding. Sort of. Now I really like World Cup for some reason, and I played when I was a kid, and enjoyed some bon homie (sp?) and all that playing then. Compared to American football, I personally don't think it's as interesting.  The field is too big and I could weed in the corner and no one would notice.

(On a side note I enjoy Australian football when I catch it.  Particularly when someone scores and the ref does that cool move and brings his arms down and points out his fingers. Badasssss...)  

** Btw This was my fav image from the last go. Made me happy for days to see little Janis Pumpkin from Slidell made it into the parade (note: no phone in her hand).

is it over?

Moving on

I dig Churchill. Said what was on his mind.

Hallmark art kind of cheesy.

From Chapo.

try it sometime

blue salmon

letting go

from the dove she found a jacket she liked

"... I need one of these outfits for fall."

http://englishrussia.com/2012/06/08/dischargees-all-dressed-up/

Gas and then some

From my Doppelganger.

Let's all be grateful the lights are still on in America... and the wifi...

To do list...

Facebook is full of funny stuff.  

This list below has been posted a couple times, I share it now to get the ball rolling...

They should add the one that says "Secretly change the coffee at work to decaf.  Two weeks later, change it back to regular coffee, but don't tell anybody."

The first time I got this list, it came from a guy (my Doppleganger) who shares my name, but I don't know him.  He just friended me one day and I (sicko that I am) liked the idea of having someone with the same name but different lives, so I accepted.  Lives in Michigan or Ohio or something, not sure.  More on him later.

The second time I got the list (yesterday), it was from a Hollywood agent.  Three weeks or more time lapse since the first post, I wonder why Tinsel Town is behind the curve. Probably too many remakes and sequels on their minds...

Welcome to the Facebook Report

Hello Brave New World!

This blog is to discuss the events and people that appear on my Facebook page, as well as other media outlets.

I really enjoy Facebook but I notice you can't really say what is on your mind.  Unless you want people to shut you off or consider you a pariah, you have to watch what you say, do, and post.

You also can't talk about people without them getting upset.  

That is life on the Book of Faces...

So this blog has been created to fill the void. 

Here, dear friend, we can talk about what is actually being posted - that is, reported - from everyone we know, with freedom.

People post crazy things on the internet.  Now we can talk about them.

The goal here is comedy, and some degree of honesty and drama, but that will have to be filtered out of the noise.  Tragedy is often mixed in with life, so that, with all the humor, is part of the prize.

I am after a sort of human truth, and I can't help but want to talk about the weirdos I know, love, and can't get away from.

Please feel free to chime in with your own observations and notations on Facebook and the world at large.

God bless Mark Zuckerberg, Google, Facebook, the United States of America, and all the builders and dreamers of the Future.  

At your service, 

FBR